The world around her fell to darkness. She could feel herself falling from an unknown height. It happened so fast. She remembered being in the warm, dimly lit confines of the Medic Wolf's den, to closing her eyes and falling into the floor. She had been falling for so long, and was tempted to use her wings to either fly back up or land softer. But she could not, for her wings seemed to be glued to her sides. Now that she thought about it... She could not feel them. Finally, after what had seemed like hours, she landed on her back. The air was driven out from her lungs. After a few seconds of struggle, her lungs finally took in air. A few more breaths, she opened her eyes and realized... She could see out of both of her eyes. "What the hell...?" She looked around, realizing she was in a strange building. They looked like one of the human dens. She had never been near them, let alone IN them. The building was empty, aside for a small pouch in the corner. Fawna looked to her side, wondering why she couldn't fly. With a gasp, she realized that her wings were GONE. Just across from her, there was an object that reflected herself. She ran up to it, and checked herself over. "I... I'm a pup again..." She realized. Her fur was still pink and yellow, but it was shorter and much softer now, and she still had puppy eyes. She was so confused. How did she become a pup again? Where was she? And how come she could use BOTH of her eyes? She flinched, remembering how her mother had shredded her right eye. With a sigh, she turned away from her reflection, and headed for the small pouch in the corner of the room. It was a big brown leaf, but it had a long stem, and a hole on the other end, so it could hold and carry things. She wasn't exactly sure, where to put it, seeing as how she didn't exactly have wings anymore. She picked up the leaf, testing the stem. It was rather stretchy, and it could be hung around her neck. She put the leaf down, not having any need for it. The door was glass, and was boarded up. The wood looked like it was rotting, and would break with the slightest movement. Fawna tested this, putting her front paws to the glass, and pushed. The wood splintered and broke, some of its debris falling on top of her head. She shook her head, freeing it of dust. Fawna placed one paw on the glass door, and pushed. The door swung open, its hinges squeal with age. As much as she wanted to go and find Havoc, something at the back of her mind was telling her to look around first. Nothing good would come if she went without finding out where she was exactly. She turned away from the door, and headed to the back. There was a small hallway, and it had a wooden door at the end of it. Everything was huge, so how could she open it? Fawna frowned, and placed her two front paws on the wooden door, just like she had done with the glass door. This one looked very old, so she prayed it would open with ease. She pushed, but the door only creaked. She pushed again, putting more strength into it. Nothing. Fawna backed up all the way until her long tail touched the wall. Then she charged at it, using her small body weight to crash into the door. It opened finally, and Fawna tumbled in. She picked herself back up. The room was dark, and empty, except for the light in the middle that illuminated a majority of the room. Its base was made with black metal, and atop the base was glass shaped like a vase, and the top of the glass was covered with more black metal. The top had a thin, black handle that rested against the glass. The handle was covered with a cloth, so that carrying it would be less trouble. Fawna approached it, sniffing at it. The fire inside of it warmed her nose, and she bit the cloth handle, picking it up. It clanked, but it was comfortable to hold, despite her being small. It was like it was made just for her. She turned away from the dark room, and exited back into the room she woke up in. The glass door was still open, wavering slightly in the push of the wind. Fawna turned her eyes to the big brown leaf in the corner of the room. Fawna had nothing to use it for, but she had the feeling she'd find more than this object. She wrapped the stem around her neck, and connected it to the other side of the leaf. Now it would serve as a pouch to carry her things in. She placed her light source inside, and reluctantly headed for the door. Through the glass, Fawna could see what terrible condition her world was in. The buildings around her were rotting away, the sky was black. And thick fog covered the land. With a sigh, she squeezed out of the glass door, and into the dark world. It was silent, and no creature stirred. All she could hear was the groaning of the door, the patter of her paws, the dragging of her tail, and the clanking of the object inside the leaf. The air felt cold, and the fog was thick. She could barley see 10 inches in-front of her. Fawna walked down the hard road, trying to understand where she was. It was near impossible. The fog was so thick, Fawna would end up making circles, had there not been a road to follow. She just told herself one thing. 'Keep following the path, and everything will be fine.' It was small comfort, but it was the only thing she had. The buildings she passed were dark, leaning with age, and smelled of rot and mold. It had only been a few moments of walking, when she heard a small tap. Fawna turned her head behind her, seeing nothing but fog. So, she continued walking. The patter of Fawna's paws against the hard road was all that sounded now. Once again, a small tap sounded behind her. At this point, she wasn't looking back now. Her eyes widened, and she clenched her jaws, trying to keep from screaming. She quickened her pace, to a near run. This was ridiculous. It could be something very simple, like dried leaves falling on the ground behind her. But her heart told her that something wasn't right, and due to fear, she was compelled to listen. Another tap. Fawna took off into a sprint, tears dripping from her eyes. Her aim was to escape the tapping noise. But they continued, even faster now, like the tapping was chasing her. It felt so close. Fawna sobbed openly. The tapping was going to get her. There was no use in running. She whipped around to face the tapping, expecting her death. But instead, she faced a large, 4 limbed creature. Its legs were pointed and jagged, and looked impossible to balance on. Its joints were rusted, and coated with blood. It had a head, but all It had was a shape on its face, which served as a muzzle. Its skin was pale, and seemed to be made of glass, hence the tapping noise when it walked on its jagged pointy limbs. She stared at it, dead in the face. It just stood there, un-moving. Fawna stood, locked in fear, and debating on whether or not to move. After what seemed like hours, Fawna took a slow step back. The creature did not move. She sniffled, holding her tears in. Fawna walked backward, too scared to turn away from the creature. The fog had finally covered the creature. She turned, slowly. The tapping sounded, like the creature scurried up to her the moment her back was turned. Fawna turned back up to it, the tapping against the road sent shivers up her spine. This time, the creature was inches away from her. It was reared up, and its pokey limbs were raised, like it was about to strike her. Fawna whined, and ran backwards, facing the creature as she ran. The fog quickly covered it, but running backwards proved to be a bad idea. She tripped over her long tail, sliding onto her back. The tapping sounded once more, but before Fawna was able to react, she felt her side being stabbed. She Howled in pain, and faced the creature. It stood beside her un-moving, Its two jagged front legs stabbing deep into her sides. Fawna cried, and scrambled to free herself while staring at the creature. She had to keep eye contact no matter what. But what could she do? She was pinned to the ground by the creatures legs digging into her sides. Fawna took a few deep breaths. If she kept panicking, things would only get worse. She gripped one of the legs and clenched her teeth, and narrowed her eyes. She tried lifting the leg. It only resulted in more pain. Fawna moved her paws on the ground, looking for anything to use. Her paw swept across a rock. It was small, but it would do. Fawna gripped one of the legs with one paw, and held the rock in the other. She inhaled, and struck the creature's joints. The movement had widened Fawna's wound more. She bit her lip in pain, tears dripping from her cheeks. She kept striking, despite the pain. Finally, the joint broke, and she pulled the leg out. She groaned in pain, giving herself a moment to breathe before moving to the next one. She struck at the metal joint once more, and it broke quite easier than the first one. She yanked it out, and took another deep breath. She held her breath, trying to bear the pain. The creature, without it's two front limbs, fell forward. Its torso hit the ground with a tink. the glass cracking, and eventually shattering the creature. Its remaining two limbs falling lifeless to the ground. Fawna, relieved, whined, and lay flat against the ground. She just wanted to sleep, or to let herself die. She contemplated what to do next. With a sigh, she slowly lifted herself to the ground. Her wounds hated her for moving, but they could get infected if she didn't treat them right. Luckily, even though she appeared to be a pup again, she still kept her memory and her herb knowledge. Being extremely careful, she walked down the road. The building next to her were still in terrible condition, but it was better than nothing for now. She couldn't find any herbs nearby, but they could wait. Right now, she needed to stop the bleeding. Cobweb usually helped with bleeding, because of how absorbent it is. Tired of walking, Fawna turned to the house closest to her. It was small, but it didn't need to be perfect. The house smelled old, and a portion of it smelled moldy. She entered the house, and the boards creaked underneath her paws. In the corner of the room, there were several cobwebs. It took a while to gather, but after they were wrapped in a bundle, she sat in the corner, giving her wounds a lick before putting the webs on them. Once she felt they were clean enough, she spread the webs on them, layer after layer, and each being soaked in blood. Finally, she ran out of cobwebs. She'd have to find something to treat herself with. But right now, all she wanted to do was sleep. She lay her head on her paws. She thought of her mate, wishing she were here now. As Fawna closed her eyes, she could remember what Havoc had said to her after she fell into this world. "I'll be with you." She wished very dearly that would come true.
