Alone

                                                                                    September 1620- William     "You need to run, William. And never look back." My mother weakly exclaimed. “There’s a ship leaving soon named The Mayflower. We knew this day would come. We have prepared everything. You need to board it and continue your lineage.”     It hits me that my family always knew they would not make it in this war.     I hesitate, as tears ran down my face. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and fight. I wanted to find everyone that had destroyed everything I ever loved. I thought of all I had just lost, of everyone I lost.     We were not like any ordinary family, we are known as Lycan, or as some people have begun to call us, werewolves. We are stronger and faster than any humans and could hear extremely well from great distances. My family, The Nowak’s, were descendants of royalty. We were one of the last family of purebloods. We, as a pack, were much smaller than what we once were. Our kind had depleted over the years because of Hunters. We have all lost family. Decreasing all over Europe more and more until all that remained were the ones that lived on this farm. But that wasn’t enough for the Hunters, it would never be enough for them. Not until we were all dead.     It had been another day of harvesting our farms fields. Although it was September there was only a hint of crispness in the air. The sun had been out at full force, but the wind took some of the heat off our backs. Our farm, although smaller than most farms in England, prospered and produced great profits because of how many of us lived here. We mostly cultivated crops like corn, and wheat. Because England had such terrible soil, we had to make sure we were all doing our part to take care of the corps.         The hunters attacked my sister, Mira, as they entered our farms grounds from the West, by midday as the sun was overhead. My father, Thomas Nowak, was the first to hear her screams. I was among the group, on the other side of the farm, when my father’s cry to arms hit our ears, with the blood curdling screams of my sister in the background. Without missing a beat, we all sprang into action racing to my sisters aid. As we grew nearer to the source of the screaming, I could see the outlines of many figures standing with their backs to us. No one else could make out as much details as myself. There were at least 1,000 men, all dressed in the Kings garb, but I knew who they were. I informed everyone around me as we made our way towards the great group.     “They have found us.” Was all I announced. No one asked who the “they” were, my pack already knew. We had known for a while that they were getting closer. We had just expected more time, but we were wrong. As we grew closer, I could see more clearly. And what lay before me would haunt me for many days and nights.     As I brought myself back from my reverie, I took in the c*****e around me. The feeling of despair at the lives lost, and the strong smell of copper from the blood shed caked the fields soil. I had thought with my strength it would have been enough to help others, but it hadn’t been near enough. I looked back at my once beautiful mother, and her disfigured form. What once was long flowing black hair, hanging down her back. Now all that was left were a few strands, her hair had been burned off with oil that was laced with wolfsbane and had been set on fire. Her gown lay in ribbons on her body. She had a gaping hole where most of her stomach used to be, with many cuts, bruises and missing limbs. Even as she was attempting to shift to heal herself, we both knew it was too late. She had lost too much blood and she did not have any energy left. She would not last much longer.     As she lay on her back, looking up at me. "You are our last hope!" She pleaded. “You are all that’s left of our kind. Please forget this day and live a life full of love and happiness.” As she uttered these words her eyes were beginning to lose their shine. She knew she wouldn't last much longer and in her last breath she declared, “I love you, my son. Never forget who you are.”     With those last words: the last of my family; my pack were gone. And I was truly alone.