Late Spring, 2007

I have gotten this journal for Song and writtin the first entry. I always liked to write down my thoughts and memories when I was young and I hope Song will do the same.

Echo



Late Spring, 2007

Dear Diary,
I suppose I'd better write in this thing. Mum just gave it to me this morning. I noticed she wrote the first entry herself. Well... I must say that having something to pour your innermost thoughts into is better than keep it locked inside. I suppose anyone who reads this journal will find more than two entries. Anyhow, I suppose I'll thank Mum for giving it to me.

Until next time,

Song

Early Summer, 2007

Dear Diary,
I've got troubles. I know they're faded, but I've got these weird markings on my paws that are growing darker as I get older. Dad tells me that markings are a sign of good character, but I can tell he's worried. Unfortuanatly, thats not all. I was playing with my older brother yesterday. He was going to pounce on me and I...Well, I disappeared. Well, not really. I turned into a shadow. The only good thing is that I scared him out of his wits. But he's going to tell Mum and Dad, now and they'll think something's wrong with me. Then again, they always look at me funy...And I just figured out why. It rained yesterday. You know, everything smells refreshed and there are puddles in the ground. I wanted to look at myself. I mean, really, who wouldn't when everyone stares at them like they're the weirdest thing on the planet. Anyway, I found my puddle. I thought I looked quite pretty. I was all white except for my paws, which are dark gray now. I had pretty blue eyes. At first I though, nothing's wrong. Then my reflection...changed. And I was still white, but i could see huge tetth poking out of my mouth, sharp spines on my back and my paws had darkened to black. Horrified, I looked at my eyes. They held me in a kind of trance. And do you know what colour they were? Black. Black as the night and as cold as ice. I was scared. Was this what everyone else saw when they looked at me. Then my reflection changed again. I was back to normal, but the black eyes...They replaced the blue ones. Then I realized I had looked into the future. Seen what I would become. But my eyes were still black. And then, I couldn't see anymore. The vision of my future had taken my sight. Somehow, I can vision what everything looks like in my head. Kind of like a bat. That's how I'm writing this. I can see, but only in black and white and shades of gray. Life's going to be bad, diary...I can feel it.

Your cursed friend,

Song

Early Summer, 2007

Dear Diary,
Things aren't looking up. My brother told my mother and father and they told the pack elders. The elders then told Mother and Father not to tell anyone else or I risk being drivin out. I suspect someone's noticed, though. I can't control well yet.

Wish me luck,

Song