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SHE RAN WITH all her might. One might argue that it was faster than she had ever run in her entire life, but since she had done this several times before, that record was tied with previous runs. And the reason she ran was always the same: someone was following her.
To be exact, two someones were following her. These two wolves were bound and determined to capture her and take her to their master. And she knew why their master wanted her, too: he wanted to control her, and the power she held.
She didn’t want him to control her, so she was running away. For several days now, she had been running, stopping only to catch minute-long rests, and she ate and drank when it became an absolute necessity. But she knew that they were on to her; any day now, and she would be caught. What kept her going, she kept asking herself over and over? The answer, she figured, was to make them work for it.
Day in and day out, she ran. She ran and ran and ran until she could not run anymore—and then she ran even harder. Sheer force and will were the only things keeping her going. There was no way she could do this otherwise.
It was one of these very days that she found herself in a horrible situation: she was cornered against a cliff. For the first time in several hours, she found herself stopped, trying to figure out what to do. The answer came at a very horrible time: right then.
She heard two low laughs coming from behind. She whirled around, and saw the two wolves that were following her standing right there, exhausted but ready for a fight if necessary. “Now, you will come with us to see Daros,” one of them stated.
She gulped, and backed up as far as she could. “Why does this Daros want me?” she asked, innocently enough.
“Don’t play stupid, buizle,” the other wolf warned. “You know full well who Daros is, and why he wants you.”
“He wants you,” the first one explained, albeit needlessly, “because he wants to control every buizle in the world…and you’re the only one he does not control.”
“And I intend to keep it that way,” she shot back. She looked over the cliff. “I want to stay my own master, thank you.”
“Sorry, but this isn’t optional,” one of them stated. They split up and started circling around her. “And it seems you don’t really have a choice, do you, dog?”
She smiled, knowing something that they certainly didn’t. “Oh, I have a choice, all right.” She chuckled. “And it’s the right one.”
The wolves grinned. “We’re glad you see it our way,” one of them said. Then they sprang, coming at her from both sides.
Unfortunately, they were faster than she anticipated, and before long, she found herself fighting for her life instead of running. She fought gallantly, trying to shove the two wolves off just long enough—just long enough—to escape. But at any given moment, one or both of them were on top of her.
Finally, she managed to kick one off the cliff, and heard him fall to his death. Now she only had one to fight, but even one was hard for her; she hadn’t fought a real fight in her entire life. But now, she suddenly found it easy to learn.
At last, she got her break: the wolf threw her across the ground, several yards away. While it hurt, she knew it was just what she needed.
The wolf snickered. “I’ll be promoted handsomely for this,” he murmured, under his breath.
She groaned in pain, but managed a slight twitch of her lips. “Or demoted, as it will be.” She jumped to her feet, and closed her eyes. “Conquer it! The continuum laws!” she shouted.
The wolf froze, knowing where this was going. He ran at her, but it was too late.
She disappeared.
Gone. Without a trace. Not even her scent was there anymore.
The wolf shuffled his feet. Then he looked away, to the place where his master was waiting. “Daros is going to kill me…” He looked in the opposite direction and, without another thought, started running that way. “I think it’s time to visit my mom in Vancouver.”
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