Foresight

Foresight
Warning! This story might contain blood, violence, and other mature themes! Read at you own risk!
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BlurbMinnie has lived a peaceful life as a pet dog, with a human who loves her and a comfortable place to sleep. She doesn't even mind having to live with a pompous cat named Cuddles too much. But she's uprooted from her perfect life after she has a strange dream that shows a dog being crushed by a tree. She knows she can save them but to do so she has to leave her home and her human. When she does she has to learn how to live in the harsh world outside her human's territory and with the help of a unlikely friend she will set in motion a great change to not only her life but every other dog in the world.
PROLOGUE
Tiny shuffled from one white paw to another, her black fluff spiked up as she watched her littermates bounce around the large room, biting at each other’s legs and ears.
She felt unsure whether to join in, getting rammed into the legs of the table or couch and climbing to the top of the fuzzy heap, but doubt niggled at the back of her mind. What if she got hurt or crushed? After all she was the runt. Weak, timid, and above all: smaller than the others.
As she watched, these thoughts running through her mind, Mottle got pushed into the side of the human’s pale beige couch.
She looked dazed and had to pull away from the other to get her bearings. As she shook out her puppy fluff, she reminded Tiny of the colorful toy the human’s had given them to play with. Her mother had called that color merle while she called Tiny’s tricolor though Tiny wasn’t sure what either word meant.
When Mottle looked up she noticed Tiny wasn’t playing with the others. She panted and wagged her nub of a tail invitingly. Her eyes gleamed with assurance as if she could read Tiny’s doubtful thoughts.
Tiny licked her lips, unsure whether or not to take her sister up on her offer. As she weighed her options, she realized that her litter-sister wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So she took a small, hesitant step forward. And then another, but as she was about to reach her litter-sister a bark of calling sounded behind her.
“It’s time for all of you to take a nap.” Her mother’s gentle voice sounded like a soft, yet firm breeze ruffling her fuzzy puppy fur.
Tiny turned and trotted to her mother instinctively. Out of the whole litter she was the first to do what she was told. But secretly she was relieved she didn’t have to rough-house.
Tiny reached the soft yellow pelt her mother was resting on and snuggled up against Lady’s plush black and white side as her litter-mate started their pointless protest.
“But I’m not tired!”
“Please, just until the sun falls past the tree.”
“We just had a nap!”
The last one had been Mottle, who stared up her mother with pleading blue eyes. “That was three hours ago.” Lady rumbled, her eyes showing a gentle sternness, but as she continued they grew soft and tender. “I’ll tell you a story before you sleep if you like.”
Tiny looked up at her mother, her soft black ears pricking with eagerness. The other seemed to like that idea too as they bounded across the smooth wood ground almost as if having a single mind.
Excitement shot through the pups like static electricity as they pressed together close to their mother’s warmth.
Lady let out a rumble deep in her throat that Tiny knew as laughter. “Alright then, settle down, this is an important story.” She gazed down at them with a sudden seriousness gleaming in her brown eyes. “You all know soon you’ll be heading away to new homes,”
A whimper escaped from Tiny’s throat. She had accepted the fact that she would one day be taken away and never see her litter-mates or her mother again, but that didn’t mean she liked it.
A few more whimper rose from the others and somehow it made Tiny feel a little bit better as her mother continued. “And I know how scary that must be but I want you to be brave.” Her eyes traveled over all the pups but Tiny couldn’t help but noticed it lingered on her more than the others.
“I want you to listen and remember this story even after you leave here.” She met each gaze, her eyes gleaming with a serious light. When Lady’s eyes locked with hers, Tiny nodded feebly. She didn’t understand why her mother was acting so stern but she somehow knew that the story was one she would remember: It wouldn’t be like the one about the wolf that was as large as a Striker- the strange shiny creatures, humans traveled in, instead of going on their own paws. No, this would be important and more real.
She dragged her attention back to her mother as Lady began, her voice growing soft and dreamy. “Once, a very long time ago, back before even humans ruled the land, there was a dog named Loshar. Loshar was a brave and courageous dog with the cunning that could outmatch a fox, but unlike a fox he was honorable.”
Tiny felt envy burn from deep in her gut all the way up to the tip of her ears, she wished she was more like Loshar.
“Loshar traveled the land, seeking adventure. One day he was in a forest when suddenly a howl of distress sliced through the peaceful tranquility of the forest. Loshar leapt into immediate action, racing toward the noise.
As he ran towards it he felt his paw pads began to tingle from the ground beneath him. Loshar had heard of an evil presence in a part of that forest, where the ground was cursed and once you had made it in you couldn’t go back out.
At the time Loshar had brushed it off as a rumor but as he moved forward he realized just how true it was.
The howl echoed again and he felt dread lace around his heart. The howl was coming from the cursed land.”
Tiny’s eyes widened and a whimper rose from one of her litter-mates.
“For a moment he hesitated but another howl reached his ears, fainter than the last. It pulled at his heart so much he couldn’t bear the thought of not helping them. So he kept moving.
The tingling in his paws became more intense until the point where they grew numb. A blast of sudden, quite forceful wind began to rip at his coat, trying to drive him back; as he reached what he sensed was the border between the cursed and the uncursed.
Pushing harder against it, the wind seemed to weaken and weaken until it stopped as he reached the other side of the border.
Even as fear tingled through his pelt, he followed the weakening howls until he found the dog he had searched for. The dog’s name was Duthru and it turned out he had twisted a paw trying to make it through the forest.
Loshar maneuvered Duthru up and onto his back and followed his own scent trail back the way he had came, the urgency to get out of the forest propelling him forward.
“But as he reached the edge of the cursed land wind, just like the last one but this time trying to keep him in instead of out, pushed against him. Loshar clenched his jaws and forced himself against it with all the strength he could muster.”
Mottle’s white jaws went slack. “Even with Duthru on his back?”
Lady’s eye’s twinkled. “Even with Duthru on his back.” She confirmed before her voice dropped to a whisper again. “Determination drove him forward until finally he broke to the other side and the wind stopped.
After that, Loshar stayed with Duthru until he was able to survive on his own. But even after that they stayed together, because they had grown almost as close as litter-mates. That never would have happened if Loshar hadn’t been so brave or determined.”
Tiny closed her eyes and drank in the words as she realized her mother’s story was coming to an end.
“The reason I’m telling you this story is because when you leave I want you to be like Loshar. Push forward with courage,”
Tiny opened her eyes, surprised to see her mother’s gaze rested on her.
“but above all else, trust your instincts, they never steer you wrong.”
CHAPTER ONE
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CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER THREE
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