Anya trailed her hands in the water. She was lying on a cliff, thinking rather pensively about her past life. It wasn't much, only 19 years, but some people she knew was over one hundred years old! She wished that she could live for that long. Maybe she whould live longer than a usual elf and go up to three hundred... who knew...

Anya liked this new world. It looked good to her and it had so many lands and people. She missed her friends though. Her family too. Her family especially. Her stomach tightened slightly as she remembered her family. Her mother, her father, her brother, Faran... She missed them all...
She went through all the faces of her family. Mother's warm glow in her cheeks, Fathers hightend cheekbones that made him look handsome and Faran's dark, mysterious eyes that she wanted to question with her own.

She looked back at the lake and a single tear dropped into the lake. An image of her face distorted as the ripple went through the lake, rustling one or two reeds. She watched her face change drastically in the water and suddenly became the face of her mother.

She shouted loudly and drew her hand out of the water quickly. She jumped up quickly and looked around, bewildered. Mother's voice came to her ears...
Anya...
She looked around, with hope in her icy blue eyes. She saw no one. She unsheathed her sword and cried, "Whose there?!"
Anya...
She ran towards the voice, but it was all around her... In her mind... She couldn't get rid of it...
Anya...

Arkayain's eyes narrowed from above. He sat on the ledge of a thick tree branch, tail flopping back and forth lazily in the sunlight. Tonight was full moon, the time he would howl his song and admire the sparkle and glimmers of the ribbons of moonlight that drifted downward so beautifully. But something else entered his mind, or rather, his sight; a girl, an elf, wandering about below.
Without a single sound Arkayain leapt from the branch, his paws thudding onto the forest floor, lifting dust. He landed before the elf, gazing up at her. On all fours, he reached only her waist. Taking in a breath, he rose onto his hind legs, more man than wolf. At over eight feet tall he towered over the girl.
He blinked, looking at the youth through silvery eyes. Dark grey fur blew in the soft breeze, and for a minute, he simply watched, wondering what her next move would be.

Anya looked at the towering figure that loomed over her and was still for a moment, even calm. A sudden scream surpassed her lips and she turned and ran to the Lake once more. She went to the shallows and cowered there, tears flowing freely from her eyes...

She thought she heard her mother talk to her... Her voice dissapeared at the arrival of the stranger. She curled up in a small ball and rocked herself back and forth, her blood red hair flowing around her as a small breeze played with her hair.

"I'm sorry," she was muttering. "I'm sorry..."

Anya...

Thump. The Lupine's paw feel against the forest floor. He fell onto all fours, more wolf than human now. Silently he followed the young girl, wondering what caused her tears and suffering. Did she see something his own high senses could not?
He watched as the girl shrank back against the lake and curled up. Obviously something troubled her. Did I scare her? he asked himself.
The Lupine was used to rejection. From his own people, from other people... Was he abnormal in some way? He didn't think so. He hunted and ate like everyone else. He protected those he loved and fought those he didn't. What was his crime?
Silently following, he stopped a few feet away. A lilly, standing upright happily, danced in the breeze to his left. Lowering his long snout and catching it by the stem in his jaws, he wrenched upwards and pulled it free from the ground. Then, he placed it by the crying girl, and stepped back a few paces, awaiting her reaction.

Anya...

Anya felt the figure approach her again, but only to drop something. It then quickly went away, as if expecting something. She peeked from her curled position to see a precious, white lily sitting in the shallows. She noticed that it was picked. She looked from the wolf-like figure to the lily. She then smelt it, to check if nothing was wrong with it... There wasn't.

"I'm sorry," she said timidly. She stood up and put a tentative foot forward. "Did you give this to me?" She examined the lily again. "It's really beautiful. I don't have these where I come from."

She still heard the voices in her head, but they were very faint now...

Anya...