The Creatures that History Forgot
“Of course.” she said as I sank my teeth in the wooden hilt of the blade then ran off toward
the palace where I told the servants to fill my bag with wrapped meats.
“Good bye Kyzo,” my mother said as I paused to stare at her, for that was what she used to
call me when I was just a pup. When she said that, her voice used to be saturated with maternal
love which was freely given independent of expectations. It was an endearing term tha t I had
almost forgotten. It was a nickname she used to say before I was ever entitled her successor,
when I was simply her daughter.
“Good bye Mom.” I said as she waved her tail in a large arch as if to encompass the world,
as if it could shield me from whatever danger awaited me above ground.
I turned away with my ears flattened for I knew I was doing more than simply attempting
to restore peace but I was also leaving my people, my home, and my mother behind. There was
no guarantee that I would ever be able to return home , that I would ever see my mother again
but if I chose not to go then my people will be at the mercy of their new leader’s greed, which
would grow after she acquires absolute power. Also if I stay my mother would die so by leaving
her and my home I was attempting to save them all from a morbid future that maybe all too
real. I could not fail because I refuse to lose my mother and I will not allow my people to fall
under a dictator’s rule. I must not fail as long as my heart continues to beat, as long as I can
rationalize the existence of the impossible.
I ran down the long tunnel feeling that the land above could be no more than a myth for it
felt as if I would never reach it. The smooth ground had a gradual slope that I convinced myself
was climbing higher and higher. My powerful eyes peered into the da rkness ahe ad of me as my
pack bounced on my back. I must be nearly there.
I slowed for I saw a dull light up ahead. I pulled back my ears , fearing what laid ahead. I
growled nervously as I reached a hinged door with metal bars. I pushed it upward then climbed
out slowly, fearing the creatures that I knew must be near.
I continued down the hall at a crawl, shifting within the safety of the shadows. My footfalls
could only be imagined as I braced myself high on my fingertips and toes, moving swiftly like a
rat that goes unseen. My tail was kept low so it hovered like a snake poised for an attack. My
ears twitched at the sound of every drop of water that dripped from the high ceiling, causing
the walls to shutter with the single clear note. I sniffed the air as I leap into a deep ditch with an
odd road of metal rods and wooden planks at it bottom.
After walking a few miles I noticed there was a dim glow ahead. I leap out of the manmade
ditch then cautiously approached the flickering light. I froze for gathered around a me tal
cylinder were a gang of humans huddled together. They reached out toward the flames with
grubby hands covered in grim. Their heads were bowed and their clothes were tattered and ill
fitting. They looked like lumps of fabric that moved jerkily as if shi vering from the cold. Their