In Primitive Rebellion

      There was no way to kill.

      There was no way to live.

The wolves leaped towards one of the lions. With its powerful paw, the lion knocked a wolf down, but for every wolf he knocked down, three bit him, scratched him, and ruined his fur. The other lions fought their own share of wolves. The battle continued; a wolf fell on the ground, scratches here and there, blood dripping everywhere.

The lions roared, and the wolves whimpered, but their cries were ignored in the realm of those nearby.

The lions were growing weary; soon their exhaustion would overtake them. The wolves continued fighting, knowing that should they relax, the lions would win. A wolf growled, only to be drowned out by a mighty roar. The wolves were weary.

Some wolves fought to stay alive, knowing full well that this battle would be their end. One of the female wolves of the old pack was screaming in agony. A lioness had caught her and carved her powerful claws into her skin.

She remembered with shame the cowardice she demonstrated when she was about to leave her previous pack. When it was just the four of them, and one of them ran, she was prepared to also run. But she saw the strength of her brother and knew she could fight.

This is how she would leave the world. The injured female, despite the pain it felt, leaped towards the lioness. Her fangs crunched at the meat of the lioness. Furious, the lioness let out a mighty roar and struck the female wolf. She could no longer stand or retreat. She lay there as the lioness prepared to bite her throat and return her attention to the others.

The female let out a howl. In truth, it was but a sad whimper, unable to convey the complex emotions. Only two would remain of her previous pack. Only one held true to the values of its pack. The other had been a coward and ran. It no longer deserved to be considered a part of that pack, what seemed like so long ago now. She whimpered, mourning her lost pack, mourning her own life, and expressing her desire that the final female live on.

The final female appeared, catching the lioness unaware. They both crashed into the ground. The throat of the lioness was in front of the injured female. She needed to fight. She needed to help her fellow wolf. She knew it had risked its life to protect her, and now she must do the same. She mustered the remaining strength and snapped at the neck, clenching her jaws until she felt no resistance.

The crows flew from the trees in which they were perched. The roars of the lions for the fallen sister worked them up. They were in the air, black as the night.

The light in Nevil’s room darkened quite a bit. He looked up and saw the crows blocking the light from the moon. He thought nothing of the event.

He went towards the computer and asked it to clarify the words of his mother. The computer processed the information his mother had proclaimed. Without much delay, it began giving the answer.