middle of the ocean.

Wh – where am I? He yelled out, panicked.

You are here. A voice called back to him, though he couldn’t determine where it came from.

What ‘here’?!

You’re the one.

Wha –

You have the power. Use it!

What power?

You find o-

What power?!

...

Steele gazed towards a shadow far out on the water. I came closer to him.

The power of good.

The shadow moved quicker, closing in. He was scared.

The power... of control.

He couldn’t stand it. The pain was unbearable. The shadow moved ever closer, ever faster. Until it came into his sight, and the shadow made a screeching sound.

Steele yelped loudly as he woke up, hurrying to his feet, only to hit the doghouse roof and fall down again.

“Wh-what was that?” he whispered. His heart pounded furiously... fear. What did that shadow mean? “Power of good” and “power of control”? He shook his head, shaking away the thoughts. It was just a dream... right?

He didn't really know it himself by then, but in his mind, he was already changing. Something instinct-like awoke in him. Steele shook his head again, and went back to sleep. There, he dreamt of a red Husky. A female...

*

Balto took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. He looked upon a big valley, just under Bear Rock. His old home.

He peered around, taking in every detail of the place, all of his memories coming back to him. He smiled.

“You know, Boris, this wasn't such a bad idea after all, was it?” he asked the goose beside him.

Boris simply scoffed; regardless, he was glad they took the trip after all. Maybe being here would give Balto the courage to stand up against the harassing dogs.

Shaking his head, Balto walked down to the old Den. The scents were still there, but no sign of his mother.

He decided to enter the Den.

“Boris, go home. I'll stay here for a long time, I guess, looking for my mother. I'll come back though.” he said. Boris sighed.

“Alreet, but; you com' back soon, okay?” Boris replied. Balto smiled, and nodded his head.

“Of course, Boris.”