The forgotten, the lost, the found.

It all happened that evening, on the 3rd of September 2012. A new game back then, Animal jam was. Where everyone knew everybody else. A big tight-knit community. The older jammers who were on that night will never admit it, what happened. No one knows for sure except them. But no matter what they say, that night still happened. And scared aj forever.

The morning started like all other days. People just starting to log on for a day of playing and chatting with friends. The laughter and the trading were as always ever present. People making new looks and sending some gifts to their best buddies. When suddenly, a jet-black wolf, blacker than aj lets you pick from, appeared at the center of jamaa township. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look a the new intruder.

"He seems... off... doesn't he?" they whispered. "I've never seen him before". Then, a seal walked up to the wolf, who had said nothing at the less than welcoming whispers, and gasped. "But-Where are his eyes." The muttering stopped abruptly and everyone started scrutinising the new-comer. A few more gasps rose from the small crowd and a few exclaimed "Where's his Name-Tag?!" "That's not a fur colour I checked!".

The black wolf just stood there while people goggled at him. Abruptly, he walked up to the seal and it receives a jam-a-gram. The seal, called Fireflows, opens said jam-a-gram. She has not been seen or sighted since that day. The other animals started to really panic. a blue arctic wolf named Slit-Deathwing, a close friend of FireFlows, desperately tried to report the black wolf. The second he clicked the "report' button his whole computer crashed.

After he has rebooted it, a horrible picture of an emaciated black wolf was on his screen. Its fur was stuck together with blood and chunks were missing where you would see the ribs under the skin. Like his animal jam avatar, where his eyes were there were only bloody holes. underneath the starved looking animal was written this:

"What was once lost, has been found. What was till now forgotten, will be remembered. I am the Forgotten, the lost, the found.”

The few people who had fled and managed to escape with their accounts vowed never to speak of that night. They vowed this "Till death, shall we speak."

They, and only they, know that he is still out there. Wanting revenge for being lost, forgotten. Waiting to be found, to be- remembered.

To be reborn.

PixelTheDragon. PixelTheDragon (talk) 19:25, October 1, 2016 (UTC)