The Last of the First, the First of the Last Part One

Chapter One: Wake-Up
I jolted awake. Where was I? I looked around. The mud of the riverbed stuck to my fur. The water nearby was full of blood. Not all of it was mine.

How did I know that????

I was in a forest. I stood up, because my sword was digging into my back. The trees arched above me, ugly black thorns bulging from the purple bark. Bare branches rattled in a sudden burst of wind.

Was this what Jamaa had become?

Suddenly, my memories came back in a flood. Memories of blood, of lightning, of a blue-gray wolf with a chain around his neck, of betrayals, of reunions, and they whirled faster and faster into a cyclone, until...

One

stayed

put.

Gorgeous Rockypaw. That was me.

War. That was what I had gone to.

Phantoms. The ones who nearly killed me.