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Chapter 1
"The pack…  They can't get to the pack…" The words came from the wounded maw of a female gray wolf.  Her markings were darkened with blood and the rest of the fur soaked until it was red.  "I have to lead them away."  Her voice was soft, weak, dying almost.
"Quiet.  Save your energy," barked a harsh, gruff voice.  It was strict and demanding, but the words showed concern.
The gray wolf yipped as she felt sharp pain in her side.  "They've bitten me."
"I'm just cleaning up your wounds."
"They've bitten me!  They're going to kill me, and then they'll definitely find the pack."
"SILENCE!  There's no one chasing you!" The voice growled threateningly.
"But they—"  She felt two thuds.  First a paw hit her head, and then her head fell to the ground.  After that, she blacked out.

* * *

The female jumped awake again.  She had to run; she had to get out of here!  They would find the pack!  "Zemrona!  Nuit!"  She shouted before howling in the pain that jolted her body.
"Quiet, pack wolf.  Some of us actually sleep."
Surprised, the gray wolf gasped and looked in the direction of the speaker.  Curled up not too far away was a pure brown wolf with its back turned to her.  She couldn't see its face, but by the voice she figured it was a male.  "W-wha…" she tried to figure out what she wanted to ask.  "W-who are you?  Where am I?  What in the name of Terra Shanraidi happened?"
The stranger sighed and shifted so that his body was straight and his right side was shone to the female, eyes closed.  For several minutes he was quiet, and the gray wolf wondered if she'd ever get an answer.  "It's been a long time since I've heard Terra Shanraidi's name, sachra," he said, using the ancient word of wolves for their own, female kind.
"And it's been a long time since I was alone with a stranger, sachran," she snapped, retorting with the male counterpart of sachra. "Now answer me!"
The brown wolf finally turned his face to her.  His eyes were open and shone with his own hatred of the world.  The gray wolf gasped.  "My name was Dysarts."
"Was?  What do you mean by was?"  Stretching over the side of his left eye was a wide, gruesome scar.
He growled and she was quiet.  "As to where you are; you are in my granite valley; population, me."  He was silent for another few moments.  It appeared he had nothing else to say.
"And… as to what happened to me?"
"I know nothing.  You fell off that cliff right there, kept mumbling that 'they' would find the pack.  Only reason you're alive is because I stopped the bleeding in time.  I could only do it by knocking you out first, though."
She hadn't even thought about looking at herself.  Why else would she have felt such pain unless she was wounded?  She stared in shock at the sight that found her.  
Her fur was covered in spider webs, but she knew there were wounds underneath each one.  It looked a bit spiky and matted with the dried blood that still covered her fur.  One leg was wrapped completely with a thick layer of cobwebs and Lamb's Ear leaves, and her beautiful tail had a very large section of fur simply gone, ripped out.  Little dried blood bumps were left, showing that the hairs had been fiercely removed.
"…made you swallow some Horsetail and Boswellia.  It should help with the healing of your bones.  Pain, well, obviously not.  Sometimes it helps that, sometimes it doesn't."
She hadn't even noticed that he'd kept talking.  "Dysarts—it is okay that I call you that, right?—how, well, why did you save me?"
He looked at her calmly, a perfect poker face leaving him expressionless.    "Why, you don't need to know.  I heard you howl as you fell, and I came to investigate."
"So… what do I call you?"
"Dysarts.  I have no other name."
"Alright then, Dysarts, I'm Wea."
"Wea?  Where did they come up with that name?"
"Where did you come up with Dysarts?"
They sat there, not very sure of what to do.  "Where's your pack?"  The silence was broken.
"I don't know where mine is.  They could be dead, still scattered, or rejoined without any wounded.  The real question is where's yours?" Wea said.
"I'm a loner, I have no pack," he said dismissively.
"Everyone has a pack at one point," she persisted.
Dysarts stared at her through narrowed eyes.  "You just don't give up, do you?"  Wea shook her head.  He sighed.  "I haven't seen my pack for three years, and I don't plan to ever again."
Dysarts gave her a cold, warning stare and a dark, low growl.  "That is none of your concern."
Wea took the hint and backed off.  "So… what now?  I have to find my pack."
Dysarts shook his head.  "No, not yet.  But one day, I promise.  But that day won't come until after you're healed.  A broken leg and numerous wounds are bound to get infected if you go off on some adventure."
Wea had to give a little smile.  He seemed like a good sachran, deep down at heart.  "When do we start?"
The poker face was interrupted by the slightest trace of a half-smile.
So this is my new start to my old book The Calling. As you can see, I've renamed it Chasing the Brightside. Most of my older watchers should remember the old five chapters that I had posted. I've removed those, however. They all suck if you ask me. So, here we are!

Why did Wea fall in the valley?
What scarred Dysarts's eye?
Why is Dysarts so secretive?

All will be revealed in good time, though I would like to know any questions you have. I ask that previous readers don't spoil it for those who are just starting the story.

Critique, comments, praise, and other sorts of comments are all appreciated! Though I would prefer you actually read the chapter before you comment.

And... Does anyone know how to do indentations on dA? I can't get it to work!!! :ohnoes:

Story, characters, writing, idea, everything here including the preview art are (c) Me :iconmynameiswaterdummy:
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RiverClanCatz Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
nice work water! ^^ i really like this beginning, it keeps the reader wanting to read more.

i must say, i am not very interested in wolf things but i wouldnt mind reading more. c;
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Really? Thanks! It may become uninteresting to you later if you don't like wolf things a lot, but I'm glad you like the beginning!

It would be appreciated if you read another chapter, but I won't hold it against you if you don't.
RiverClanCatz Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
i will keep reading of course c:
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Aww! :aww: Thanks! =D :hug:
LadyAwesome Featured By Owner May 21, 2011
Amazing so far! Loved the details and the dark feeling I got from reading it.
Keep up the good work! :D
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner May 21, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks!! =D
STANDup-beSTRONG Featured By Owner May 16, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
Fantastic story though. It really makes me want to keep reading. :D Also, I adore the title, it's...intriguing. :)
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner May 17, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks so much!

I'm actually not sure I'll keep the title for this book. I do plan to use the title at somepoint, because I really like it, but it might turn out to not fit this story very well. I'll see later.
STANDup-beSTRONG Featured By Owner May 16, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
Very interesting. What attacked Wea? The fact that she continued to think that something was after her-even when nothing was chasing her-makes me think whatever happened was pretty bad. Dysarts has a whole valley all to himself? It's really interesting how he says his name was Dysarts. I'm wondering what could have happened to make him consider himself...nameless? Good job using dialogue move the plot forward. Also, great job using varied and descriptive dialogue tags. (He sighed/persisted/snapped,etc instead of always He said.) I think you've done this, but I just want to remind you to show more than you tell. (My creative writing teacher always said that, so I'd assume it's good advice.;) ) to show you how that works, although I think you already know:
The cabinet fell over. Telling.
With a loud and sudden bang, the old wooden cabinet fell to the dusty floor. This sound was followed by an equally loud scraping noise, as the cabinet tumbled down a flight of stairs, violently scraping and crashing against the walls, creating an odd rhythm. Showing. (Yes, in my little story there, someone put a cabinet too close to some stairs. :) ) Showing is where you can actually picture something as it happens, I guess. Again, I'm pretty sure you know about this, but I had to say it, just in case. Great job portraying personalities through dialogue. Such as here:
"Quiet. Save your energy," barked a harsh, gruff voice. It was strict and demanding, but the words showed concern.
"I have to lead them away." Her voice was soft, weak, dying almost. <--- Shows that Wea really cares for her pack, determined to protect them no matter what condition she's in.
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner May 24, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Also, I'd like to see a chapter of your story sometime. Sounds interesting. Is a chapter on your deviant account?
STANDup-beSTRONG Featured By Owner May 25, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
No, I don't have any of it posted...or any writing at all, because for some reason, dA can't read the file. It always comes up as "unknown", and says it can't be submitted. If I knew of some solution, I'd post it,but...yeah. :)
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner May 25, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I know the solution! Copy your words from the file, and then when you're in the submission page click 'add text' and paste it in there. That's what I've done for all my past submissions.
TheNameIsWater-Wea Featured By Owner May 17, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
What attacked Wea is to be a constant mystery of which you won't find out for a while, and I intend to keep the reader guessing.

Yes, Dysarts has a whole valley to himself. It's actually fairly small for a valley, but there's hardly any shelter so no wolf pack would ever live there permanently. The trees are scattered out. Plus the rocks are a bit hard on the paws for hunting. Thanks for saying that, otherwise I would have forgotten to add in the thing about the rocks in Chapter 2.

If you read descriptions of Dysarts pictures, you may know why he considers himself nameless, but I think it might be better for you to wait and see. He disappears in the story for a while, but he makes a comeback after a couple chapters.

Lol, thanks for the english lesson! =P

Yeah, she's very determined. You'll learn later on why, but for now I left my file on my aunts computer and I'm now home, so I have to wait until she sends my stuff to put up Chapter 2.
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