Survival
806 Words
Aria’s POV
Hours passed, I woke up— still breathing. I was alone and had lost so much blood. I cried for help, but the night was silent and lonely.
I was far from Sera . I felt safe. The wood cut deep into my skin— my wolf was weak.
The sky became my companion. I stared at the moon wondering what life had for me and I wished my life was as calm as the night.
The moon stood boldly on its own, casting silver glows over the forest. It made me wonder why it looked beautiful and happy without support— without a family. I lay calm, allowing the wind to calm my inner soul. The wind blew softly through the trees, rustling its leaves gently. I felt peace — a feeling I never felt before.
It gave me hope to hold unto life, regardless of my bleeding wounds.
My white fur was covered with dry blood from the cold, but my wounds were open. My breath was shallow — but I was determined to make it through the night.
The night felt long… no help came. I lay under the pine trees —gradually returning to my human form. I was too tired holding onto life. I had no voice to call for help and my wounds were deep.
I stayed awake, waiting for morning, waiting for help and leaving my life to fate.
Morning came with a cloudy sky. I heard the thunder strike, and it began to rain. I knew no one was coming.
The rain poured down on me. I had no shelter— just myself, my wound and pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I did nothing to deserve a life like this. I lived in terror and pain— my heart was broken. But I had no choice— I had to live.
“I’ve come too far to fail,” was all I thought of. I faced a painful rejection. I was humiliated and forced to run from my pack. I was seen as dirt. My life was never beautiful.
I remembered my parents. They were the only people that ever showed me love and smiled at my face. I wondered if leaving them was the best choice. My absence must have caused them pain.
I had no friends, no siblings —only enemies. And after I left, they still chased after my life. And now was never the best time to give up. I was determined to survive .
My thoughts drifted away with a growl. I held my breath, twisting my neck in its direction. I screamed — but it came as a whisper. I watched as the cobra crawled close to me, sticking out its tongue.
I watched as its tail rattled as it curved around me. I thought my life was over— I forgot the pain from my wound. The weakness in my bones. The hunger for food. I accepted death and closed my eyes.
Minutes passed, and my lungs were still shaking — they were alive. I slowly opened my eyes and saw it was crawling away.
I let out a soft sound and wondered why it left me.
“Maybe the goddess hasn’t forgotten me,” I thought.
The warm sun penetrated through the leaves. The ground was still wet, but it gave me hope. I hoped for help.
I waited till dawn. My throat was dry, my lips were chapped— I lay in the same spot. My legs were numb. But no one showed up— not even a stranger.
The forest moved around me. A fox paused at a distance, then hurried away. Even a crow landed nearby, cawed once, and took off again. Nature was carrying on without me. The world kept moving.
Now I prayed for death — I could no longer hold onto life, but then my breath was steady and slow.
By evening, the sky turned soft pink and then faded into violet. The wind blew and the cold returned. I was still breathing.
I lay through the rain, through the sun till it was over — till it was night again. I listened to the sound of my breath grow weaker. My heart pounded less— slower as it was too tired. My body was still— I had no strength left. I was too tired and yet alive.
The moon rose again, full and bright. But I didn’t shift. I didn’t heal. I lay in pain, hunger, cold and loneliness.
I wondered why I was still alive.
I no longer wanted to fight for life. I didn’t want to anymore.
I slowly closed my eyes — the pain was too much to bear. And finally thought to myself.
“Will I survive?” “Will I see tomorrow “?
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