Before I Die…

Mother…before I die will you tell me who he was?

Will you tell me who my father was?

Will you tell me what he was like?

Will you tell me what he looked like, how he smelled?

Will you tell me where he went, Mother?

Will you tell me why he left you and me for good?

Will you tell me why I should even call him ‘Father’?

Will you tell me how you died?

My son…your father was a Siberian husky…

A husky named Reaper…

He was kind-hearted, noble, honest, and fast…faster than the wind…

He was also strong and murderous in battle, loosing all sense of his Surroundings…

My son…his fur was the same color as your own, but the design was the Same as Steele’s...

He always smelled like a harness, but he also carried that smell of the Wind…

That scent reminded me so much of my pack…my home…

My son…your father went to a cliff…a very high cliff…and killed Himself…

He jumped off of the ledge my son…not knowing that you were still Alive…

He left because of a broken heart…of a hateful dread that consumed his Whole mind…

I will not force you to call him ‘Father’ my son…but understand why You should:

He fought with a jealous teammate--I had already given birth to You…you were just weaned when this fight occurred—his own Teammate was about to kill him…

But he didn’t know the real reason why your father was called ‘Reaper’…

Reaper never left a fight without killing his opponent…

But I didn’t want my mate to be seen as a murderer…I didn’t want My son to grow up without a father…

I interfered before he could make the final blow…Reaper always forgot who everyone was when he fought…he turned and bit my neck…and Killed me…

He was so sad and ashamed…so ashamed he forgot all about you and Went to that cliff to die…

Please my son…when you finally meet your father…do not judge him By what I have told you…there will be no fights where we’re going…So please give your father a chance before you forget him…

Please…promise me that my son…for he was the one who gave you your name…

Balto….

Thank you mother…thank you for everything…

I will give him a chance Mother…

I will give Reaper—no—I will give Father a chance…

Aniu…my mother…