fairy tale

The world has moved on. But many still dwell within it. For them the world is as it has always been this way. For they are the new inhabitants or rather they are taking it back from its former master. The sign of that master is everywhere the ground is ridden with reminders of what was once there. Reminders of what was done there.
His breath gives him away, it clouds of of the white earth like smoke coming up from a Fireplace. It does not matter though there is no one for miles on this cold day. He does not feel the cold like many of the others. The cold brings the white mist that will create a frozen world he has stored much for the winter but he must still go out every-once and a while to find something that he must have. It does not bother him, going outside gives him a reason to stretch is legs and find fresh food.
It is also much easier to find tracks when the earth sleeps. The moon light catches his breath, to the world he is nothing but a vapor of breath. Most creature know not to fear that vapor for they forget to question what it is. By the track in the ground it looks like tonight is either going to be deer. The earth is cut the hoove prints of many, so chances are going to be high to on a fresh meal. The forest is still and silent. But there is movement he is not the only one out looking for deer. He spots fresh tracks of a wolf. Friend or foe he does not know. The chance of encountering the owner of the prints is rather high and he does not know if the taste of deer is high enough for a dance with death. But may it be friend then chances of meat are even greater. His stomach decides for him and so he moves like a ghost through the forest. He is getting closer to the old structures, he loves seeing them in the day time but at night they remind him to much of a great skeleton. The marks of the tracker are on the path of deer as well. It looks like he will be seeing this thing sooner rather then later. He hears screaming, he begins to run for deer dont scream,they run. He can hear his own step but they are soft. The forest disappears behind him as the screaming gets louder. A soft shape moves in front of him its to far to see what it is. Its a wolf, its eyes are on him with a look of mere amusement but then the look is gone as the wolf looks forward. Sheer death is on its face. The wolf slows down to him apparently power through numbers hasn't been lost on this wolf. They enter the old worlds shapes and structures there shadows hiding many things to the world.
THE DEVIL the sudden noise stops them cold then the begin to move again but slower. IS IN YOUr the sound cuts off again and the screaming returns. The enter the cave of the old world these hallways of straight walls and slanted walls are unique to the old world. OUSE AND HE IS STAyING
the sound echos off the walls to fill is head. The wolf is behind him pushing him forward through the sound and dark. The Sound of the screaming there is a thing in the wall that is trying to get out. HE IS COMING FO It is startle by their presence the dear are in the room as well they are looking at the thing in the tube with sheer amazement. They dont even notice when they enter the room. They suddenly turn to face them with a look of annoyance. CANT RUN OR HID Then they realize, the thing in the Tube is a part of the old world and it moves, its not like anything from the old world doesn't move but this thing is alive. It moves with the fluid motion of life, not like the metal arms of the south that forever pump out black oceans into the desert. They hit the barrier between them and the Creature that looks like them but is not them. For they are savage and brutal while this things is pure, and clean. The screaming begins and but softly the music plays in the background the several of the deer run but most just stay, to amazed to even ponder it. Try to get the creature out to ask it what it is but it points something at them. The gesture is that of a Bowman aiming to kill. They back off he still points the object at them with death in his eyes.
“What are you?” The deer run the sound. Snow fox throws his dagger at one and stops it cold. The other escape. The man lets out a small scream but holds his ground.
Im a wolf And he a Snow fox. What are you?
Your not a Wolf your a Human. He says this while tightening on the grip of this object like it was a bow.
Is that what you call yourself, Human what does it mean?
Its what your are your species. Why do you name yourself animal names?
We are given names by how we work with the world.
This wasn't suppose to happen. Why am I awake.
When were you alse-
I need you to leave this room, where the fuck did the deer come from.
They like to hide in these buildings from the cold.

End of part one