Ferra’s Dream

Chapter 9

One ravaged was bright red, sitting over a white one with a blue back that was laying down on the ground. There were two more ravagers, one was light brown with a dark brown back, and a dark red one with a black back. The dark red one walked off with the light brown one following. There was one more ravager, a black one with a gray back. The black one gently barked something to the bright red one. The red one, which looked a lot younger than the black one, whimpered something in return. The black one snorted, probably angry or annoyed, and walked off. Ferra stepped forward and squinted at the white one laying on the ground. She gasped with horror, the white one was dead. Ferra walked a bit closer. Her nose scrunched up at the awful smell of sickness and death coming from the white ravager. It all made sense now. The white ravager had died from sickness and the bright red one was grieving. Ferra pitied the red ravager and wanted to comfort it, but as she walked towards it, the world vanished before her.

Ferra awoke with a start. Breathing heavily, she looked around. Fenic was fully mutated, dragging a dire wolf he had killed. Ferra calmed herself and sat up. “How’d you get that in here while mutated, in fact, how’d you even get the dire wolf in here?” She asked. Fenic dropped the direwolf and turned towards Ferra.

-WhiteWinterTiger