Chapter 3: Sadness Blue
It has been 10 days since I was captured. In that time I have become good friends with the Hunter. That is what I call him now. The Hunter. He has diamond hard needles. Wire thin needles and he has not missed even once. Every kill he made had been within the hour. That prophecy that was told to me disturbed me greatly. Apparently now I was the Listener, I don't know what that means. What disturbed me even more was that I would have to eat the flesh of my bone kin. I was grown in the woods, raised by the wolves. I have never met my bone kin before and now… I would have to eat him. Eat. Then another thought hit me. He could be a She.
"Asathna!" The shout brought me back to reality. I ran as fast as I could letting my untidy black hair sway in the wind. I arrived at where the Hunter was. A limp dear lay at his feet and 5 feet away was a huge boar. Idiot. Moron. He shouldn't have called me. Any loud noises could have set it off. The boar looked at us and I tried to tell it I was not trying to hurt it. Somehow it understood. It lowered its head in a shallow bow and took the deer. As it left I heard a low rumble.
I will not harm you. The Hunter lowered his guard and I felt him relax.
"Lets go." I saw a shallow cut on his arm when he turned. The revealed skin showed me a small sliver of fur. What clan could he be? Red Deer? Horse? Boar? Wolf? No time to dwell on it now.
We met the boar on a number of different occasions. We saw it digging for grubs by our camp a half moon from the last. A quarter moon later, it was eating toadstools. I was also hungry and I came next to it I took one at random but when I reached for it, the boar gave a loud snort and crushed it beneath its hoof. A moment later I saw why, it was not an edible toadstool but instead a poisonous imitation. I cursed my stupidity in not seeing this. If the boar had not been here I would have died. It was another 2 moons before I met the boar again when the Hunter was out.
"Good to see you, old friend" Instead of the usual ignoring snort its eyes glowed red and its breathing was shallow. The boar gave a warning howl and charged as fast as it could. The tusks grazed my arm but it still stung. I crawled up the nearest tree and tried to be as quiet as possible. The boar did not fall for this trick and started ramming the tree. It was trying to take the tree down and I realized it could. It was a newly fledged tree and the initial thrust had put a scratch in the trunk. If it kept hitting that spot…the tree would collapse and I would be killed. I cursed myself for having to do it but it was the only way. I unsheathed my dagger, took aim and threw it at its heart. My aim was true the boar collapsed its blood staining the grass a gruesome red. I climbed down the tree knelt before the boar and wept for it. No, him. My tear hit the tusk and it glowed an ominous blue. Bone of the Ally. I looked up at the sky and it was also blue. No clouds in sight. Just Blue.