RebelBreed War Chief Supporting our Troops's blog: "Genocide"

ALL IS FINISHED I WANTED TO GIVE SOMETHING OF MY PAST TO MY GRANDSON. I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD SING THE SACRED WOLF SONG OVER HIM. IN MY SONG, I APPLEALED TO THE WOLF TO COME AND PRESIDE OVER US, WHILE I WOULD PERFORM THE WOLF CEREMONY. SO THAT THE BONDAGE BETWEEN MY GRANDSON AND THE WOLF WOULD BE LIFE LONG. I SANG. IN MY VOICE WAS THE HOPE THAT CLINGS TO EVERY HEARTBEAT. I SANG. IN MY WORDS WERE THE POWERS I INHERITED FROM MY FOREFATHERS. I SANG. IN MY CUPPED HANDS LAY A SPRUCE SEED.. THE LINK TO CREATION. I SANG. IN MY EYES, SPARKLED LOVE. AND THE SONG FLOATED ON THE SUN'S RAYS FROM TREE TO TREE. WHEN I HAD ENDED, IT WAS AS IF THE WHOLE WORLD LISTENED WITH US TO HEAR THE WOLF'S REPLY. WE WAITED A LONG TIME BUT NONE CAME. AGAIN I SANG, HUMBLY BUT AS INVITINGLY AS I COULD, UNTIL MY THROAT ACHED AND MY VOICE GAVE OUT. ALL OF A SUDDEN I REALIZED WHY NO WOLVES HAD HEARD MY SACRED SONG. THERE WERE NONE LEFT! MY HEART FILLED WITH TEARS. I COULD NO LONGER GIVE MY GRANDSON FAITH IN THE PAST, OUR PAST. I...WEPT IN SILENCE. ALL IS FINISHED!