User blog:Hope-On-Wings/Fyra

I look over to the other lands.

Gale and Alder claimed the forests and plains, the healthy biomes.

Shard chose the tundra, a cold, barren wasteland... Filled with prey, anyway.

What did I get?

What did they give me?

A burned, charred, smoking hole on this island's surface.

The smallest tribe.

My wolves are already starving.

Nobody else cares.

We all went on a journey together; We were all friends.

Best friends.

Yet they don't care that I'm dying.

I'll show them all.

I'll get you first, Shard. You broke my heart.

I don't care if I'll only be remembered as the wolf who terrorized the other tribes.

I don't care if my true story will never be released.

The tribes will feel the pain I felt.

Fire is the strongest.

I foresee that they will rule.

"Send out the war troops on Ice!"

It may take years after I'm gone.

But I don't care.

I have eternity to wait.

-Fyra