Hideaway Strath Iron tight

For @Fury

Don't forget.

Her eyes were shut tight, the gleaming light combating the darkness behind closed lids, she growled and curled her huge body up tighter, her body heaving for air. Her lungs no longer turning to ice when she breathed, instead they were filled with warmth and the pollen of spring, making it almost sickening to breathe. She curled her tail up over her eyes to shut out the light, her breathing was heavy, fighting for survival.

Don't forget.

She felt as if she blinked and darkness was upon her, she moved her tail and opened her eyes to find she was surrounded by the darkness, that it had consumed all light and joy from the earth. She breathed again and caught the smoke in the air, her lungs caving in to a hard cough. She chose to stand and her once giant body seemed to shrink in under her. She had lost weight, her pelt was unkept. She chose to look out into the darkness and soon found that there indeed was light in the horizon.

A fire. A devastating fire she had only seen once before during warfare.

She howled a war cry, she felt the fire within rise as ghosts of the past flickered before her eyes and she ran toward the fire. War was coming, war was here and it would never end.

Don't. Forget.

The words were a small whispering within her mind, and an image formed. A white scarred face painted itself across her inner eye and she blinked. The darkness and fire was gone, the past had become past once again and she found herself standing in the open, shaking and panting. The war wasn't real, none of it was real. It was all in her mind. She shook her head violently and sniffed the air and ground. She was on a mission, she was on a trail, a hunt for someone.

She had lost the trail several times during the months that had gone by, constantly lost in the past she found herself haunted, but the echoes of her past were nothing but memories. She couldn't get lost in it, not when she was supposed to remember.

Don't forget, her.

Nyra.