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Again, my dreams brought nothing but confusion. Sometimes they were sad and then the next completely insane! I couldn't, in all this time, figure out the meaning toward all of it. (This had been happening for a long time now, so I thought, after the death of my dad.) People advised me that I should look deeper within these mindful experiences because, whether I believed it or not, there was something behind it all. Whatever it was, however, it was proving to be more difficult to determine the more nights I slept...

So there I was, okay, settled comfortably inside what looked like a deep cave. Night - like most of my dreams - had taken over and a soft, cool breeze blew threw making me just slightly shiver. Nothing, but pure nature was around me except for the fireplace clearly manmade. It was still going, the frightening flames of red and orange lightening up the cave. Across from it, facing even deeper into the cave, I could see a lump of darkness lying also in the same position I was in. With the fire, one would think I would be able to spot it more clearly, but somehow it managed to stay fully concealed.

It wasn't until it shifted spaces that I realized someone was in there with me.

Unaware of how outraged or frightened I should be by this visitor, I acted as if the person there by me was someone I knew. It didn't yet occur to me yet that it could be Seth, Jacob, or any of the other wolves. At that time, I didn't think it could be anyone from Forks I knew either, and yet it felt like I had some kind of foreign relationship to the person. Whoever it was, though, I obviously didn't take the moment to ask.

Then, surprising me with a voice I heard, Are you still up?

I think I nodded then replied with a yes. The voice didn't in the least sound familiar, although the prospect I had toward this person - who was clearly male - didn't change.

Can I ask you something? He then asked, his voice filling up with pure curiosity.

I laid my head down against the ground. It depends, was all I said back.

All right then, He began. How long have you been away from here?

Here? I first thought to myself. Here as in this mysterious cave or the location I was sure was not Forks, Washington or any place near it. The weather could clearly tell me that.

I mean Window Rock, he surprised me in mentioning. I thought I had reminisced with all that on my own. Remember?

I sighed, forgetting momentarily why I was there in Window Rock for some reason. I've been gone for six years. I was nine years old at the time, I found myself answering truthfully to his question. It felt like a God-awful long time since I used to walk along the incredible canyons and mesas that stood so high and beautiful in view. I just loved the texture and simplicity in this style of nature of the Southwest. It was like no other - and the best part was I didn't have to worry about it freezing and raining at the same time! (Gosh I absolutely hated it when that happened.) Nevertheless, once my dad moved us on up and out of there, I hadn't yet until then took time to appreciate the calm complexity in this grand land.

Compared to there and the simple city life that took part in society - such as Forks - it was like a whole other world! Like a fantasy, I could witness the cool, flaming light of the sun set down upon the very edge of our land. Dirt and rocks would be spread out all across this open area reminding me that sometime in the past this was garbage land handed over to my people. It viewed beautiful to an amateur like me, but it wasn't always so in the past.

Can I ask you something else? the male voice, who now I interpreted to be fairly young but not quite an adult yet, questioned.

I gave him my same response and he said, So why are you really here? Besides just to visit.

Again I couldn't help but feel baffled by this question. It sounded so deep and wise-like. I didn't know how in the world I would be able to respond to this, but when I did it felt like at first humiliating and then, strangely, relieving.

I came here to find myself, my voice eventually spilled out like an idiot. . .It took a moment to absorb these words, but once I did I didn't think twice about it after that. Aware that my family history had remained a mystery my whole life, despite the fact over myself being a Navajo so forth and so on, I didn't quite know or understand the personal part of my family history. Like 'Hey, it's genetic for you to transform into a werewolf any time you want after fifteen!'.

If so, it would've been nice to know of ahead of time.

You sound like you have a lot of questions? He said now, taking consideration in my words. Soft noises could be heard, and I just vaguely saw the massive dark lump rise up. Shortly standing, I there saw for the first time who it was I had been conversing with all this time. Large, dark, and covered in fur, the fascinating creature, I found to be a wolf, shifted over again this time to the other side of the cave.

Well, forgive me, but I'm starting to get tired now, he/it told me. We can discuss this more if you'll like tomorrow. Calmly he said night to me, and then cuddled warmly by himself into a ball. I could see him more clearly at that time once revealing him/itself from the darkness. Awfully large in comparison to myself, so I thought, he had solid black fur, piercing night-shaded eyes, and a lot of muscle. Slowly and studiously, I took in every aspect of this being that appeared before me for what at all the time I had left before it instanteously went away.

"Leslie?" a another new voice questioned. "Leslie?"

I knew this voice this time. I recognized it instantly, but did not want to be driven away from the sleeping creature. If I had it in my power, I would've easily stayed there, but as weak as I am when it came to my dreams, it only figured by now things would be ending. Without meaning to, then, it all blacked out. Everything from the flickering fireplace, to the cave, and especially to the humongous black wolf that I had been talking to for what felt like only seconds. I could feel my eyes now, and once my name was called out again my eyelids burst open and I could see myself - again - forgetting momentarily where I was.

Comfortable in seats of pure leather, I saw my imprint, Seth, and then the hand he was clearly holding onto while I was asleep. Things were starting to come back to me again, and the outlook from my window, by that time, had made it all crystal clear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please buckle up your seat belts please, we will be landing shortly into Albuquerque. Remain in your seats at all times now until the plane has landed. Thank-you," announced a professional voice from the intercom.

"Wow, four hours just went by like that!" I was absolutely amazed that the time had gone by that fast. Maybe it was the food...Or possibly the fact that I needed to catch up on some sleep.

At the edge of my sight, I saw Seth smile. "That's right. For a moment there, I thought you were in a coma."

I laughed, surprisingly amazed myself. "A noisy coma, huh?" Normally, with me it was common to see a dramatic trauma going on about myself. I'd yell, cry, sometimes also scream for nothing.

He shook his head. "Nope. Not a word. You had Paul fooled there for a second - he thought you were trying to put a fast one on us."

"What convinced him otherwise?" I asked.

He chuckled with a shake in his head. "After about halfway through the fight he gave up his theory."

Yeah, I thought while laughing radically, that'll do it.

Walking by with all my things easily at hand, I noticed a nearby gift shop close by. 'Southwestern Tourist Shop' was the name, and to me it looked pretty welcoming from the mass crowd inside. After being through this experience, I learned now not to appreciate airports so much. Too many people too little space, was my critisim toward these places. Nevertheless, the guys (Sam, Paul, Jacob, and Seth) were all waiting in line for more food. Leah, who Sam and Seth had to drag along on this trip, was in the bathroom. As for me, I wasn't hungry enough to wait in mile long lines and after putting on some makeup (Thanks to Alice, it became a customary) I decided to pass some time by wandering the airport.

So that's how I came across this certain place of interest.

Going through it, I simply lingered through the many packaged snacks and books stored there. I looked at a couple of magazines and was even considering buying a newspaper when I felt an eerie feeling sither through me.

I thought it might had maybe been because of the airplane ride, but something else told me it was much more than that. It started to grow, and without meaning to next I looked up from my National Geographic magazine.

There, like some sure coincidence, I met eyes with a mysterious pair of familiar eyes.

Yes! Success I was able to update the time I said I would. So happy right now and hope you all are the same :) Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little taste of whats more is to come haha. I absolutely loved writing this chapter. Hopefully I'll get to the next one soon I'm pumped up! (And making up very slowly for all the months I abandoned this story)

Til next time ; )

BC