Alone in a blind world

Alexandria's POV

In a world that is blind to what you are, how do you convince them to look upon the face of the truth? The answer is a simple one; you don't. When you're blind to something, you will do whatever it takes to make sure that the truth about it is never seen by your eyes.

Well, as luck would have it, I walked towards civilization. The 'town' is called White Mountain, though the name confuses me. The land is flat, but they call themselves White Mountain; what mountain? Are they trying to convince other people that they have a mountainous region under their rule or are they just ignorant?

I don't understand humans like my brother does. They baffle me at times. They speak nonsense about how life works or they give animals names; do they own all the animals? Are these humans gods of some kind? Or do they feel they have some right as to name everything?

As I walk through the pathways of the town, I hear the humans talking about me. The weird thing is, they keep referring me as "Balto's kin". Who is this Balto kin or whatever? I want so answers and I need them now.

Suddenly, a human screams and starts to shout "Kill that sumbitch," and he's pointing directly at me. The humans look around, but when they follow his gaze and see where he's pointing, that's when they started pulling out boom sticks.

My brother explained a boom stick to me. He said humans have the power to make sticks create a loud bang and whatever is in front of them dies. Maybe these humans are gods of some kind… or maybe the wilds favors them more.

Anyways, I ran out of there as fast as I could. The humans must have decided I'm not worth it… or maybe they just can't run to save their lives. Well, as I made it back into the forest, I felt calm, secure, and most important of all… safe.

BANG!

My ears are ringing and my nerves are sending signals throughout my body, trying to figure out what just happened. Pain rushes out of my sides and my lungs are depleted of oxygen. Everything hurts so bad, it feels like I'm burning alive from the inside out.

I hear something coming towards me, but I don't get a chance to see it as my mind shuts down.

Two humans are slowly creeping around the forest, hoping that a moose jumps out so they can drop it. These men are hunters and they are going moose hunting.

"Miles, we ain't seen shit. Let's head on back home and come out tomorra."

The human Miles, a tall, white male with green eyes and brown hair, shakes his head and keeps walking. "You know we can't do that Jake. We need this moose or we'll starve in winter."

Jake, another white man, but shorter than Miles and has brown eyes and red hair, sighs heavily. "We'll starve out here before winter even hits. Let's do this tomorra so we don't get killed."

A rustling near the bushes gains the attention of both hunters. "Is it a moose," whispers Jake.

"I don't know, but I'm gonna shoot it," responds Miles as he aims his gun.

As he pulls the trigger, the rifle in his hands releases the metal bullet that slices through the air and into the bush. The sound of something falling to the ground and yelping arrives and confusion sets in.

"That… that don't sound like no moose," says Jake while looking at the bush.

"I agree. C'mon, let's go see what it is."

The two hunters walk into the foliage and push their way towards whatever they hit. After awhile of bushwhacking, they make it to the other side and see a wolf lying on its side.

"You shot a wolf… that sure as hell ain't no moose."

Miles approaches the wolf and kneels down to examine the creature. "The bullet hit him in the back. He seems to be fine though. Steady breathing, though somewhat erratic, and he's… he's a girl?"

Jake had been lighting a cigar, but when he heard the last part of what Miles had said, the cigar fell out of his open mouth and hit the snow below.

"Y-you shot a girl?! Is… will she be alright?"

"Yep because we're taking her with us."

"What? Why?"

Miles turns towards Jake and faintly smiles. "Any animal that survives a gunshot wound from a thirty odd six deserves to live in my eyes. So help me pick her up willa?"

Jake sighs and he grabs the hind quarters of the wounded wolf while Miles grabs the upper body. Together, they put the wolf on their sled before heading to their cabin.

Alexandria's POV

Pain is now my worst enemy. Every time I inhaled fresh air, pain coursed throughout my body like some disease spreading its tainted cells throughout my bloodstream. But after awhile it would stop… and then it would start up again.

Wondering where I am now, I open my eyes to see a whole new world surrounding me. It was weird being surrounded by wood, not towering trees, but cylindrical pieces of wood stacked on top of each other.

As I observe my surroundings, I see the one thing my brain sends warning signals about; fire. The fire waves and squirms like an enemy, taunting me into submission. Fire is an enemy to all life for whatever it touches dies. Animals no well enough to stay away from fire, but sometimes fire gets in your way.

I hear something open and a slight laugh behind me causes me to turn around to see my second worst enemy; mankind. I don't trust man, but this human thinks otherwise.

"Look at you! You seem all better, what with your bullet wound and all."

Bullet wound? What the heck is a bullet, let alone a bullet wound? Is that some kind of curse that they use to make animals experience pain and death or something? Or is it one of their powers as gods?

I slowly back away, but he gets closer and closer. Acting on instinct, I react quicker than he could. I jump at him, fangs bared… and I make my escape between his legs. He tries to grab me, but by the time he turns around, I already made it through the opening and out into the wilds.

Balto's POV

Life isn't fair for me. Every second of every minute of every hour has a chance for me to lose everything, like I have now. Everyone else gets a second chance, but for me, I'm guilty before the act is committed. Sure they gave me another chance when I saved them all, but did they fully accept me? Not really. Some still looked at me in disgust while others waited for me to make a mistake.

As I walk around my home, which as I'm walking, I'm under the watchful eye of Boris, I hear him ask "So how's Jenna?"

Well, I knew he'd ask, but I still fought the tears. "Jenna… Jenna's gone," I faintly say as my heart nearly stops from the words.

"Gone? Is she… Is she gone?"

I shake my head and a little bit of snow that had been accumulating disappeared into white powder that went all over. "No, she… she left without me. Her family moved away and they didn't see me as a welcoming visitor anymore. They saw me as the outcast, minus Rosy of course."

I hear him mutter something before he, in a rage, says, "Those awful people! They should have never done that to you Fido. That is not right."

Honestly, what's the difference between right and wrong? No matter if you did something right or wrong doesn't matter; there are still consequences for your actions. For example, I saved Nome from losing the little children and became a hero while Steele, the original hero, became an outcast. That left a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach; where would he go and how would he survive on his own? Everything wanted him dead so what will he do out in the wilds?

Something lands on my back and I look to see Boris sitting there, stumped and confused as my head and heart. "Well Fido… that makes two of us."

Two? Wait… did that mean… "Did… Did Stella leave you," I ask, hoping that I didn't sound like I was trying to intrude into his personal life.

"One can only hope. She flew towards unknown destination and I have no idea where to look. I… I lost her," he states as though we were in some sort of dramatic situation… which ironically enough, we are.

"Well, we have room for one more," I say with a laugh. I don't think he found that funny because he sighs like some form of depression has taken over his mind.

I ignore the thoughts flooding through my head and I head up the main plank that I use to get onto my home before lying down inside. My blanket, worn and torn through its continual use, was being put back to work once more. I made my way under it and, when it was covering my body, I lie down and fall asleep while Boris fell asleep next to me.

Alexandria's POV

Luck is a lie. There is no such thing as luck, only skill. Well, ironically, luck is what allowed me to escape from the devilish humans… though what really got my mind wondering is how I ended up there in the first place. I didn't walk so… No, it's not true. The humans couldn't have… Could they? Could they have taken me in when I was injured?

As I thought deeper and deeper about the concept of humans being nice, my brain slowly rewired itself and the teachings of my brother started to disappear… somewhat. Not all humans are bad, just the ones who have no respect for the wilds.

I sprint away from wherever I was and as I'm running, I see a white wolf and… and a thing walking together. In my haste, I disregard pleasantries and I simply jump over the two of them, earning myself the entertainment of surprising two canines.

I look back and notice that the female's eyes are weird. They… They aren't normal that's for sure. One is blue, the other brown… I drop the thought out of my head and I keep running.

The longest time I have ever run with my brother is a day, but that was a week ago. Now… Now I had to push the limit. I need to run even longer than that. I need to be able to run from here all the way to wherever I was going without stopping.

My brother always said "A wolf may stop and a dog may stop, but a hybrid isn't bred to stop. We keep moving just like our hearts keep pumping and our blood keeps flowing. We don't stop until we reach our destination."

Well, living up to his word, I never stopped running. If I felt remotely tired, I would ignore the feeling and keep running. Sure my lungs felt they were on fire, but the feeling made them stronger. If I kept running, I would try to go even farther.

As I ran and ran, my mind telling me no, but my heart telling me to keep going, the whole world around me starts to change. Day shifts to night and the fear of the unknown bubbles to the surface in my mind. I wanted to stop running, but I convinced myself that if I stopped, something would catch me and hurt me.

With the last of my thoughts dying away, I came across an ice bridge… or something similar and, ignoring all matter of safety, I sprinted across, never stopping once when I heard it crash into the ground below.

I guess I came to my destination because my legs gave out and I crashed into the snow and slid across the ground, the last thing I ever saw before blacking out is a wooden object stuck on the shore.