Author's Note: Here we go again. If anyone wants to leave a review of this version of the story, I'd love to hear it. Constructive criticism absolutely welcome, especially if you read both. Also, a lot of chapter-open quotes probably forthcoming from the movie that inspired me to start writing this again, and really go for it. For this, there are no apologies. Sorry it's short, that may just be how things are for a while.

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas

Iliona, Ervi System - Village of Abandale - 17 Years BLW

"The darkness and cold is what happens when the fire of our sun goes out."

The weight of Ingrid's words echoed across the room which had fallen completely silent. Haleuve had her face buried in Amaltha's robe, trembling while the other seeress held her silently, having no words of comfort to offer. The elders stared, several moments passing as the meaning of what had been said registered. The shock on their faces gave way to a range of horror or disbelief. Ingrid's own elder finally stood up and looked at the white wolfess in the doorway, eyes hard as he met her gaze.

"You are mistaken."

The older wolfess bristled, the fur on her neck rising up as she growled, a low rumble from her throat that underlaid each of her words. Brilliant violet eyes refused to look away from the other's cold gaze. "You question the truthfulness of an entire trio of those gifted with second sight? You're a larger fool than I thought if you think we would tell you this without certainty, Thad Friast. It's a shame you don't have half the wisdom of your father, even he would have known that insisting on ruling a dead tribe means nothing."

The two lupines gazes met a moment more before it was the elder, nor the seeress who looked away. "Even if you are right, what good does it do us? There's nothing we can do to stop such a thing." The room fell quiet and a hopeful look was given towards the trio of women, as Ingrid sighed and held up her empty hands eliciting a strangled sob from Haleuve.

"No, we can't stop our home from dying, but that doesn't mean we have no options." The voice of Elder Dulchaoinaill came from where he was sitting still, hands clasped together in his lap while he stared at them as if there was an easier answer to be found by their contemplation. The room's calm was broken by questions of his sanity by the other men. "Hear me out. We leave. Yes, I know we ourselves have no way of doing so. But others do, our legends tell us as much."

"Children's bedtime stories!" Spat the still standing Thad.

The sitting elder looked up at him, his voice still perfectly calm and level despite the obvious anger in his expression. "No, not really. It's not quite the same as the stories, but it's close enough to truth that the differences are irrelevant."

"So we sit on our tails and wait for some race of beings we've not seen in decades to magically save us?! That's as absurd as the idea of leaving itself is."

"No, Thad, we ask. You know as well as I do that when the towers fell, and the old Tribe divided into clans, each of the four took upon itself a task to preserve something of the past knowledge, to make sure that it did not die, nor be forgotten. I suppose your father did not pass down the fact that we all know what the others guard, even though we originally agreed not to. Your clan guards how they once managed to light the night skies all year, that could poison the entire world if we let it. Tassarion keeps the knowledge that was used attempt to create more seers, and wipe out entire villages at a time, despite the good it could have brought. Jin guards how the old Tribe raise food in quantities that noone ever went hungry, at the expense of killing the land itself. And Dulchaoinaill , ...Dulchaoinaill guards how to contact the ones who brought it all to us to begin with, how to talk with another across distances neither you, nor I, completely understand. "

"If that's true, why then would we trust these people that brought about our near destruction to begin with! Where have they been since?"

"What other choice do we have, Thad? Sit here and die. I for one, find it unacceptable, but you are certainly welcome to stay here and freeze to death of your own accord with whatever of your clan feels the same way. As for where they have been, their own worlds Thad, with their own suns, their own stars. "

liona, Ervi System - Village of Abandale - 17 Years BLW

Months of attempting to reach other worlds had not worked as easily as the tribes of Iiona had hoped of the transmission frequencies they had been given got no response, or simply static brought back. Weeks were lost as ice storms rolled through the valley, blocking out the night sky as well as their ability to reach those distantly within in. Not all of the few they did reach were willing to help, or in one case even speak to them once they had identified themselves through the translator.

But the plan had worked. There was one system that was willing to take them in. Several worlds banded together in a single federation, its seat a world called Corneria. It would take a month for them to arrive with ships that could supposedly all take them to a new home.Piarelyn was for the first time in his life, out from under his father's shadow and lauded as the man who had helped save them all. No longer the pointlessly occupied son of the elder, he was proud of the role he'd played. It seemed though his wife wasn't as thrilled with such prestige, or the news that they would be safe.

The black furred wolf stepped through the door to their home, glancing down at his son who was packing everything he deeply valued into a small box. There was a soft chuckle as he saw that it contained mostly toys. "Ember, you grandfather has asked you to go along to his table for dinner tonight."

The small boy let out an equally small whine and turned around looking up at the grown wolf."But Da'..."

"I know, you want dinner with me and your mom. It's just one night Ember, go along." Piarelyn shook his head watching the cub pull on his jacket and trudge outside before he stepped into the bedroom he shared with his mate. The white furred wolf that was his wife was sitting on the edge of their bed, staring at the thin white candle she had lit on a plate. Dark circles were under her eyes, one hand on her middle that held their second child. Piarelyn knew that look on his wife's face and it disturbed him to see such fear on his normally level-headed mate.

Amaltha looked up before he spoke, the fur on her face matted with tears. He canted his head slightly to the left and sat down beside her putting an arm around her. He may not have been deeply in love with his arranged wife, but he was far from uncaring. "What has you so worked up? What our new home will be like?"

For a moment the seeress was silent, trying to find the right words. Normally she didn't share her doubts, her fears with her husband. She hadn't with their first child, although as of yet she'd seen nothing about the boy that enlightened her to what those visions had exactly foretold. Her gazed fixed at a spot on the floor when she managed to speak. "I don't, I don't think it will be our home. Yours. Embers. Our daughter's. Not mine."

"That's absurd, it will be all of our home. All of the tribes and villages, why would it not be yours?"

"I don't..I don't think I live to see it. I keep dreaming that..I don't."

He put his hands on his wife's shoulders and pulled her close to him. "Amaltha, dreams, not visions. I know both can have meaning, but you know my sister had the same dreams every time she bore a child. So have lots of women in the village and they mean nothing foretold. Even you've told me before that you would doubt these things if you yourself saw them."

Amaltha leaned against him, although she was still looking at the spot on the floor, not able to really let the thought go. Piarelyn was right, except she had seen more than just that. These weren't dreams, they were visions, and any good seeress knew the difference between them. No, somehow she was not going to see this new world, a place with buildings of metal and glass with all manner of creatures she'd never seen before. They walked in roads that looked like they were made of a single piece of stone, boarded great things of more metal that some ran on bridges at speeds faster than any warrior could hope to run, flew boxes of metal in the sky. A world she saw her son and husband, and their future daughter in. A daughter with white fur and violet eyes, that would bear the same gift and curse of her mother, more strongly in both what it brought and took.

She finally looked back around at her mate, hoping that he was right while knowing it wasn't true. Hoping that he would raise their children well enough on his own. Silently praying that the ancestors and deities would watch over her children, follow and watch out for them among the stars.

Three weeks later, Piartelyn found himself at a funeral pyre for his mate, the last of their kind that would lay with their ancestors. The Elder stood beside him, holding his son, as the black wolf was holding his daughter underneath the heavy cloak he was wearing. A small, frail cub that had nearly left with her mother, but instead had stayed behind as if she was a tiny ghost. White furred and violet eyed, much to her father's dismay.