Chapter 1

I wander the city streets, sick and scared of the fate which has befallen me. I limp after the chase away from the bucher's boy, and yowl in grief of my loss, the loss of my family. I cannot believe the fate which has befallen my siblings and mother, and the image keeps flashing back in my head; that image of them laying there on the cobblestone streets mercilessly killed and laid there, my siblings surrounding my mother, and blood turning their once beautiful, slick white fur into a deep crimson. I close my eyes and fight the image, but it keeps coming back. I loathe myself just for living while they have died, and I feel that it is my fault that my whole family is gone, that I have nowhere to go, and I am most likely destined to die on the streets and to fall into the greedy hands of the bucher, who will deck me out in ribbions and hang me in the store window, like a rare delicacy. The statement, "Get 'em, lad, kill 'em all!" that the bucher yelled to his young apprentace rang in my ears. I feel alone, wandering threw all of my dreams, shattered and broken and tossed aside as I walk along the street, no one with me, not even a shadow walking beside me to give me the least bit of security in the total and complete darkness that surrounded me. I just wish that I could fall asleep and never have to wake up unless it was my family. Yes, that is all I want, I think to myself, looking to the sky and watching the snowflakes flutter down around me, landing on my fur which is matted with dirt. I want my family.