Firefly Glen the light could become our darkness

From his lookout point among the frozen boughs of the glen, Antares didn't know what he was looking at. First he blinked into the night, just to be sure it was not a sleep-starved brain here to be cruel. A streak of light, and the motion of it across the skies had caught his eye and drawn it in, following it with a flick of curiosity... and then came an entirely new brand of panic in the second something else seemed to click into place. His furs rippled, anxious suddenly, as cold fear speared him down the middle.

He spun on his heels and rushed through the trees, seeking a clearing for the fullest view of the horizon he had always taken for granted--which let him see the mountain best, and before he could stop, the blinding impact. It didn't register at first. He didn't know how to fathom this. Not entirely, but when he choked his next breath, the mountain groaned and the earth began to recoil in return, he felt it deep to his bones; the spire of his family, and the very symbol of their sanctuary, shattering. No.. he murmured on the bitter winter's air, stumbling on his own feet. He couldn't stop there, and like a moth to flame, he still felt pulled towards the tower of stone, even as rock and snow came crumbling down from its heights.

He saw blackness, and white, with grays between them. Dark, light--together. Falling, only gathering strength as they went--the heights collapsing in, and gravity dragging them all back down to earth from their perch upon the night sky. He didn't believe it, didn't want to.

In a desperate attempt, he threw back his head and howled, his voice low, though he tried to throw it far. Antares called for his parents, his siblings, uncle, aunts, pack mates--anyone! Who was here? Who wasn't here? But he had a good feeling he knew right where they were. Right where they were supposed to be. His mind's eye saw his family, his friends, every facet of their precious home... and he wanted to choke. But he couldn't stop, and the mountain was coming to meet him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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