Forever in Death by Gigi Amora (classic children's novels .TXT) 📕

stand against her. The commander seemed shocked at how this human had so formally addressed him, Humans were believed to be misbehaved and savage beasts that only longed for the power that Deamons possessed. “You must listen to me, please,” she continued, fearfully, as though she knew she were being watched by something; “Gad has planned something terrible with the clans, it will throw the very ORDER of this world into a spiral!”
“What, you mean OTHER than the death of our deity?!” A Deamon behind me yelled. Everyone seemed to agree, nothing could be worse than losing our precious Deamon Amora, the very thing that kept us together; the very person who had been honored by giving the commander the second name of said Deamon.
Everyone was rioting, shouting death threats to Megane for coming within this range of our home, Gigi Amora waited for the riot to die, but when it didn’t, he raised his hand, and boomed loud enough to cause an avalanche many miles away.
“Enough! Let the Human continue,” he said, making every Deamon hush on the spot, “Megane Suostsourei, what ‘plan’ does Gad have?” The Deamon commander asked this more in fear and concern than curiosity and demandation.
Megane nodded acknowledgement and continued, “Gad plans to wipe out the entire clan of Deamons and use that power for itself to live forever.”
At this, an uproar of hatred crowded the cave entrance; I could smell the anger and fear of everything and everyone around me. The very thought of being killed by Gad the same way it had killed Deamon Amora must draw fear into the eye of even the bravest of men. Again, the commander waited, and this time the noise ended so that he could speak.
“How are we sure you have not come to lead us to our death, how do we know you tell the truth?” the commander asked a reasonable question, one only those who lie can answer to.
“I bring no proof but my own word and memory, Gigi Amora.” Megane answered plainly, as though she knew he would ask the question. “If you wish proof, have your Devil-Hearts smell the air and I, have your fortune teller come and read my mind, may the stars of the sky burn out where they are as of now. If I am lying, if I truly came to destroy the clans, then why would I have come all this way, on a night without light even, on my own?” The uproar did not come, the hounds did not spit, the commander and the Human just stared at each other. As though they were having some sort of mental battle between themselves. I don’t know who won the battle, for my master grabbed my scruff and pulled me away from the front-line, the protective barrier between the Devil-Hearts and their masters.
“Kcanchiokou, you don’t honestly think a human could lie like this and expect us to believe it do you?” My master said to me, since I could not speak their tongue, I did not reply. I simply blinked and looked back towards the crowd I could no longer see through. I heard arguing, and the Commander speaking calmly, yet angrily at the same time. My master began leading me back to our crevice when a large, collective gasp came from the group below. My master let go and went to see what was happening, I obediently stayed put. I heard the Commander speak amongst the clan, loud enough for those nearby to hear, but soft enough for straying ears to ignore.
I strained my ears to hear, but not so much as a snort could be heard from where I was. Sitting on the cold cave floor, I waited until the meeting dispersed, whatever this Megane had said, it clearly caused the clan to act. My master came back to me, patting my head gently as a sign of how good I was for staying. He patted me on my hackles and told me to go back to the crevice to protect his daughter, lest Gad or one of the more adventurous Humans come to attack.
I watched him leave, I whined, I knew something would happen. Licking my muzzle, I tried to preserve the scent that was left of my master. I waited until the last shadow of the screaming Deamons out to attack was gone; before I gave one muffled bark and went back to the crevice.
Chapter Three

There are many interpretations of what happened after the Deamons and Megane left the safety of the cave. All of which ending the same way, the death of Gad’s ‘son’ Jeensos; others, told that Megane saved the Deamon commander from Gad’s wrath, proving why Deamons trusted her so much. I had heard the story around the Large-Fire the morning they returned. I had hunted well that morning before the sun rose, and my new master let me eat my catch before her. The clan returned to the cave both with rejoice and great mourning, they also returned with the Human. My new master had awoken from the noise and came to my side near our doorway. I felt her longing, longing for something, fearing that something had happened to her father. I had the same feeling; I feared that my master must have perished in their battle of the night. The new moon was there, and the stars were covered by clouds, it’s understandable that it would have been hard to see. I heard many of the Deamons congratulating one another on what they had done that night. At last, the Deamon Commander and Megane enter the cave with some other Deamons, carrying the dead.
My new master went up to the Deamon commander, and asked to see who it was that had died, he was reluctant. Megane came towards her, at that I stood up and trotted towards Olingia, not only to hear what the Human was saying, but to see the dead as well.
“Please, Gigi Amora, may I see who has died? I want to know!” I heard the child say as I came nearer. I had my muzzle to her hand when the three of them noticed my presence. Megane looked for no more than a few heartbeats at the pitiful beast I was. I was only so messy because I never bothered to bathe, then again, not many Devil-Hearts even need to. “Megane, please?” Olingia asked the Human; it was hard to say ‘no’ to a young Deamon, especially one who may have last their family.
The two finally caved, and set the bodies wrapped in cloth whiter than winter snow and stained with dark red blood on the floor. Olingia went to each, feeling the faces and shoulders of each clothed body, Olingia knew who she was looking for. I smelled something familiar, a warm scent I had come to know with my Master. I looked behind me, and scented the body wrapped up tightly. I looked to Olingia and did a small bark to get her attention. She looked up, came to me, and felt the face and shoulders of the body before, finally, opening it to see what she feared. It was my master, all wrapped in white, as if he were to ascend into that realm above the sky Gad called Heaven.
“Oupa?” Olingia sputtered, oupa was the Deamon word for your birth father; a term of great respect when used towards another person, no matter the clan. “Oupa…?” she repeated, her sadness was growing so greatly, I could feel it rising like a river who’s dam had just collapsed. “Oupa, please! You can’t die, please oupa, please don’t be dead!”
I let out a whine and rubbed my muzzle against her forearm, I was upset just as much as she, but I couldn’t show it as openly. Soon, the poor child screamed and shoved her head into her dead father’s bare chest. Her sadness and anger were so intense and quickly placed, I knew it would be best not to attempt any sign of comfort. I smelled the sweet scent of a Fox, the one I had grown to love.
“Norintou…” I said with surprise as my mate began rubbing against my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, “I know how much you loved him.” There was much sorrow in her voice as she spoke hoarsely to me. My mate sounded as though she would shed the Eye-Rain if she could.
“He was my master,” I stated firmly, trying to keep my voice calm and collected, “of course I loved him. But I don’t think I could have had such a bond as he and his Ikiyou do…” Ikiyou was the Deamon term for ‘child’ or ‘offspring,’ a word more often used by friends and fellow clan member than with families. Norintou continued rubbing until I felt my own sadness over-whelm me, and I let out a mournful howl. I was only part wolf, as far as I know, my Oupa and Amma where both dogs. My master had found me at the base of the cave when I was no more than a pup, barely having even opened my eyes. Raising a Part-Wolf in a pure blooded clan wasn’t nearly as hard as it could have been. Master had told me many times the stories of how he had brought me to his home with his pregnant wife, who had died giving birth to Olingia. The only family I had known, and it was slowly being taken away.
My howl finished, and Olingia had gotten up, then she stared at me as though she were expecting something. Then, without warning, she came rushing at me, clamping her arms tightly around my shoulders and neck, I let out a yelp of surprise, I didn’t know what my new master was doing to me.
“Please, Kcanchiokou, PLEASE don’t leave me!” Olingia screamed. I knew what she was doing, she was holding onto me and not letting go, as if she thought I were to disappear at any moment. I wasn’t going anywhere, this was my home, and I wasn’t going to leave. I noticed that Megane kept her distance, she had her back to us, but I could see her shoulders quivering, quivering like this Human knew what it was like to loose family and master. She was a Human, in body form, she had no master, and I highly doubt she had family too. But for some reason, I felt as though this person, this Human, knew what it meant to have lost her Oupa and Amma. Fortunately, Olingia and I weren’t the only ones grieving. Many Deamons had lost loved ones in the night, though casualties were few, the effect was massive. But the news of Jeensos’ death seemed to have changed the sorry into extreme joy and excitement. No one was longer sad at their loss, instead, we celebrated, and that night, after the stories of how the Deamons and Megane snuck into the Human’s shelter, and found Jeensos; then wrapped and