darknessfalls

I, BelloNochecielo, was runt of my brothers-being the only girl. Somehow I stay strong as each day passes. When I was young, I somehow got seperated from my pack during a hunting trip. When I had finally caught up, I found most of pack wounded and weak. They had been attacked, Thus creating the battle between us, the Fuerte, and the Dalgon.
Many grew ill within the next few days. The winter became harsh on us. My brother's left to help the remaining healthy pack warriors in battle. Even the alpha had grown ill. Although my brothers weren't of age, they faught hard to defeat our enemies- the Dalgon pack. We barely won, although it did not feel like much of a victory. Our alpha fell in battle and of my 4 brother's that had left to go into battle, only one had returned- only to sadly die within the next few days from weakness and a lack of food.
During the battle, I cared for mother. Anyone who was not either sick, wounded, or in battle, cared for those who were. Most had three or four wolves to care for. I, as usual, was underestimated on my abilities and was left with just mother. I didn't mind, I just wished that my pack would give me a chance. Anyways, I cared for mother, and once my brother, Guerrero, returned, I cared for him. Mother became healthier each day. Her wounds were healing, unlike Guerrero, who was fading away more and more every minute. I begged him not to leave me, I needed him- mother needed him. Unfortunately, he passed away. It left me feeling so empty... so alone. Mother grew strong ang went into battle after becoming the new alpha. I dreamed of becoming an alpha one day. One by one, our pack died off. Few of us remained healthy. We went in search for survivors as the battle ended. We found very few still breathing- straining for air. I found mother's necalace, and somehow, I knew she was alive.
Each day I search to find my mother. She's all I have left. I've seperated myself from my pack, for the few survivors were going mad. They were about to creat a war amongst themselves. I've grown strong, almost as strong as my mother. I know I'll find her one day, I have to. She's alive and I won't give up, not until i find her. Not until I find the only thing that's worth living for.
One day I'll hopefully find a strong pack that will welcome me, and will maybe help me search for my mother. I miss her dearly but I know I am growing close. Every day that passes makes me want to find her even more. All I have is her necalace, but one day, I'll also have her.