So... Close...

Footsteps. Raindrops. Silence.

Time slowly ticked away as I watched the rain outside through the window. I could barely see dark figures on the cobblestone pathway to my front door in the distance walking down it. Glancing at my alpha bead, I realized that my own loneliness was getting to me. The amount of hurt inside me was symbolized by a tiny crack on it, but it wasn't large enough to mean insanity. Walking back towards my bedroom inside my country den, I flopped down onto the soft bedsheets, my breath heaving as I lay against the warm heavenly object we like to call a bed. Raising my dark gray paw and circling the visible front door, folding my ears in fear of what was to come.

I'm no ordinary artic wolf. I'm a phantom king - yet I betrayed my own kind for I heard there were plans to assasinate me from once more my own kind. More different than the others in their dark phantom-animal form and personalities, I have no wings and tend to be more kind. Yet, even though I escaped to this country den I'd want to call paradise and a home, the Alphas have hunted me down like the most exquisitely-furred animal you've ever seen, though I've sworn to do no harm. One of first Phantom Kings in millenia, I've killed Zios (yet he survived) and obtained a scar from Sir Gilbert. I know they're dead now - they're all dead except for that damned Greely. The front door suddenly recieved a loud 'bang'. Wearily getting up and answering it, I suddenly found myself in a spiritual vortex of sorts with what seemed like the graceful spirits of the dead alphas. Immediately, I noticed Graham and Peck weren't here, so I assumed the two weren't dead. Liza approached me, a pristine blue following in her wake. She stood there in silence - everyone stood in silence. I broke that silence - "You - you look beautiful. All of you." The dead Alphas didn't respond.

I then suddenly found myself in the Pillow Room, thus voices in my head began chanting, "This is your fate." Scrambling towards the corner, I lay there helpless. Nobody wanted to care for me - nobody wanted to help me. You see, in the past, I tried transforming into a better Phantom King, yet I failed. My phantom apprentice offered to try, and he suceeded. That's what drove me away from my own kind - that very apprentice was plotting to kill me! Goodbye...