Earth bound

Terra Decision made i crawl out of my window long before the dawn and take off. As i run i know i made the right decision but there is still this ball of fear in my belly. The fear of not succeeding and if i succeed the fear of the price for it. Our land is dying, exactly 23 years ago huge earthquake shook our land, many were lost, my mother our packs luna went into premature labor and i was born. Our pack lost many on that day but survived. The changes in land were not seen until a few years later. The land started to wither, forest got smaller by the year ,trees have spawned less and less fruits, plants withered, animals started to disappear without the grass and other animals to feed them . The situation was getting worse by the year. Now there is almost no food left, rogues stopped paying us any attention a few years back. Our land is secluded, up north is the ice and never ending winter, south is mountain range separating us from the closest pack teritory. East is the Ocean and West is the land of the ancient witch. Our only savior and the reason we had not died one by one is my mother ,luna of our pack, she has the gift of witchcraft. It is not so fancy as it sounds. Every were witch has a specific gift, they are mostly elementaly oriented like water, air, fire and earth. But there are special cases like my mother, she is from a long lineage of were-witches and thanks to mixing different emelents thru generations ,special gifts started to emerge. My mothers gift is healing, she can heal anything, bring a werewolf from deaths door to his stongest ever. But the more serious the illness the more time my mother needs to recover. One time she cured last stage cancer and was bedridden for months. Otherwise i have never seen her ill. When i was born father said she cried for days. The reason for that was my premature birth, my mother knew early on that i would be a witch too but the bond to my magic was not fully developed and thus i have little to no magic power. My mother said to me when i was old enough to understand, that if by the time a was born my bond was not strong enought it was a sign, that had it fully developed i would have been very powerfull witch. At that time i didnt think of it as important. But with time i realised exactly how importatnt it was. My gift is the element of earth. Earth were-witches are able to feel the earth like an extesion of them, they can rejuvenate it but also destroy it. And with my measly power i can barely have one potted plant reach full maturity and bear small fruit. The guild i am feeling for not being able to help despite the years of training and learing, is immense. "You made the right decision, you can do this, safe everyone" i repeat to myself as i make my way to the west border of our territory. I dont even have the strength to shift thus the early departure. Hunger gnaws at my stomach, but hunger is almost an old friend now, when you live with it for years. As i go the images of the members of our pack slide before my eyes. Lily the 10 years old dauther of fathers Beta Ralf , she looks more like 7 years old due to her srawny figure, but still smiles her big toothy smile as i give her a part of my meal. I remember that ,she got immediately up and ran to her father to split it with him too. Her mother died two years prior. Even my mother can not safe someone who has given up. Ralf was destated to lose his mate, but pulled thru for Lily, at least thats what i think. Sometimes i see that look in his eyes when he is alone like he is already half dead and only waits for the time he can see his mate again in the after. That is one of the many moments that slide before my eyes. But in the end they start to look alike, many scrawly looking gray children from the dust they kick at as they play on dry land devoid of color. The adults trying their best to not look completely hopeless catching fishes and working the land to give is the little food we have. Because there are no more animals anywhere. With my resolve steeled anew I push the ball of fear futher down and ignore it the best i can. My destination is just beyond our western border, there lives the acient witch. She was here as long as our pack, if not longer. Many who were brave or stupid enought to go on her teritory never came back. She is rumored to rule over all kinds of magic, but never the good kind. My mother warned me from young age to never go near the border, that she could feel her immense power, and that such power is never gained without sacrifice and some very dark magic. We as a pack ,except the few missing, have never crossed the border. There were instances that animals ran from her teritory to ours as if their asses were on fire, but nothing more. So here i am, the witch ready to sell her soul for the power to safe everyone , willingly going to her death, probalby.