IMPORTANT: Yes, I know Shadowflight named Skye Robinflight is Last One Over. Well, I don't like that name anymore, and I'll explain some stuff later. Yeah ok.
Chapter 2, So Helpless
Skye cried for a long time, weeping over the loss of the two swords. He didn't even know why he was so sad, he just felt so heartbroken.
After ages, he padded back to the cave and curled up inside it. It wasn't even nice in there, though. The floor was damp and cold, and the air was itchy. Skye shivered and shook all night, unable to get warm. Finally he gave up, staring around at the cave.
Because it had been his home for all the seven moons of his life, Skye had made it look nice. He'd decorated the walls, made a bed for himself out of the gnarled bushes that grew, and even chipped a place to store water. He had made the cave his home.
And now, he suddenly felt himself detaching from it, detaching from the familiar surroundings...everything. Skye sat up straight, wondering what was coming upon him. As he stared into the quiet stream, he wondered if he was meant to do something here.
He stood up and walked into the open. It had stopped raining, and dawn was coming. Skye stretched and looked around. It was so beautiful in the canyon...and yet, was this canyon the only thing there was on a tiny peace of land? What was beyond? Was there more? Was it not just him in all of everything? Was there more beings...more anything? Skye had always though he was the only one there was. Perhaps...perhaps he wasn't?
Skye stood up, stock straight. He had to find out. He had always wanted to go on and leave the cave, but his attachment to the swords had held him back. But they were gone now, and there was nothing he could do about them. Maybe it was telling him he had to move away from here, and explore?
He started to shiver at the thought. It scared him. Her was, admittedly, safe here, and basically happy. But still...he HAD to go find out other things.
Already he was getting excited. He turned and ran into the cave. He started to clean it up, not wanting to leave it like he had been smuggled from it. It packed away his bed, and emptied the water dish. (He drank most of the water out of it.) He smoothed the decorations, then headed back outside as the sun rose. He stared up the canyon as the sunlight started falling over the walls. He took a long drink from the stream, and waded in the shallows to clean himself. (He didn't know where the next water would be.) Then, to stock himself up hunger-wise, he went to some of the bushes and nibbled the tender leaves off them. It was what he always ate, but he found it disgusting all the same.
He looked around at the place he had known for so long, then kind of shrugged and walked off. He stopped soon, at the place where the swords had rested. He peered into the water, wanting to see them. But he also didn't want to. Because if he found them, then he'd want to stay.
Skye remembered which direction they had been pointing: north. Smiling, he chose that direction and started to walk at a brisk pace, eager to leave behind the cave.
He traveled for a long time. The canyon was huge, and he still walked in the bottom of it, following the silvery stream as it flowed foreword with him.
"Is it all just this canyon?" he muttered. There was a little bit of snow down here, like back at the cave. He sniffed it then moved on.
Days past, and still Skye traveled. It was long and tedious, walking in this canyon. Skye had begun to doubt his decision of leaving. If it was all going to just be this canyon, what was the point?
His paws had begun to crack from the rock. Still he walked. He passed nobody, nothing, but occasionally he saw a shadow race along the left edge of the canyon. (AN: Traders XD) When he saw these, Skye would pull himself into the wall of the canyon and hide for a few hours, because they scared him.
And then one day, the sound of the wind had slackened. Skye felt curious about this, and he padded quicker through the canyon, to find it slowly sloping upward. Excitement churned his belly. He raced over the rocks, almost slipping into the stream as he ran. the walls of the canyon became less and less as he headed upward, and then the next thing he knew--the canyon was gone.
Skye did not move for a second, and then he did, taking a 360 of his surroundings. Behind him was the canyon, and also behind him, where the canyon wasn't, was a vast, snowy plain. But in front of him, the snow ended right with the canyon, to be replaced by dark reddish asphalt. The asphalt was checkered with asphalt-less squares, and instead of them was patches of dusty, pale brown dirt with bushes inside them. Pale, dusty green bushes to, with tan trunks.
Skye hurried foreword, more interested in the red asphalt area then the snowy one. He moved onto it, and it was lightly warm beneath his pads. He smiled and padded foreword on the asphalt, for a few steps until he reached the nearest bush-patch. He jumped off the pavement into the bushes, and they tickled his belly and legs. He wormed underneath them, and scratched at the parched ground.
He came out again, and looked back at the canyon. He was surprised to see that the stream flowed into the ground. He stared at it for a while before turning back to the asphalt and the bushes.
He began to move foreword, feeling happy and light.
Skye walked for a while before feeling tired. Walking for many days like he had did get to him. He stared around for a place to sleep, and eventually settled with the bushes. He crawled deep inside them and watched as it grew dark. He made himself a bed out of the bushes branches and stared up through the leaves at the first two moons. It was cold here, because he was still near the canyon and the snow.
He looked up at the sky through the dark branches, and suddenly he felt really alone, and sad...and scared. He looked at the empty, star-struck sky, seeing the edge of the third moon just peeking over the horizon. He stared at its powerful silver light. You seem so there...he thought to it. He stared into the crying face implanted into the moon, and it stared back at him, reflecting his current emotion.
Skye wanted the swords. He wanted to stare at them before going off to sleep. He wanted the cave. He wanted the stream. The canyon. His familiar bed.
What have I done? He thought, rolling over. He buried his face in the branches so the moon's face could not see him crying.
Ah...see, he's just a little kid. I mean kitten. He needs his mommy...poor Skye. LOL REVIEW!