Silver pieces glitter in the moonlight as she walks the pathway alone. Familiar pieces of silver yet they are not silver but pieces of her shattered mirror of her world. Scattered throughout the path on the day that Shadow broke it when an act of betrayal damaged her soul. A soul many say is wonderful yet she feels so alone. Some say she is their light, however she wonders how could she be that. They see something she is not sure of anymore.
Not sure of what to believe, how to believe, or even feel. Moonlight hits the path, trying to guide her even though she has walked off the path to turn away from a memory in that shattered mirror piece. As she would step off the path, her wolf with those majestic amber eyes would brush his head against her leg to make her look at the mirror piece. Shadow would glance then turn away still not sure of what she saw. She strokes Hunter's head and looks up at the midnight blue sky. So blue. Blue reflects so many aspects: lonliness, happiness, sadness, whatever she may feel at the time.
Yet, at this moment, Shadow feels warmth that is being sent to her from Hunter. A gentle smile caresses her face as she places a kiss on his head. A sense of belonging comes forth.That sense...Shadow has not felt in a long time. That warmth also brings forth the love who she is, scars and all. As she starts to stand, a moment of sadness brushes through her. She closes her brown eyes once she sees the image clear up in the mirror piece and moves away from Hunter, keeping her eyes close so he won't sense her reaction to what was displayed. Most of all, to keep him in wolf form. She slowly open her eyes once the image fades away and clears the expression to keep Hunter from learning of what passed. Sadness has always been apart of her when she destroyed the mirror and why she walks this moonlighted path. Hunter is there to protect her soul at all times. His strength makes traveling down the path easier even when she is not sure of where it may take her and what will be shown to her.
As she walks today, a call silently reaches her ears.A silent whispher that calls to her, for each mirror piece calls to her, wanting to show her a memory. A memory that begs to place back into the frame of what she shattered in a moment of pain. A mirror to her soul, yet broken from the day her world was destroyed when she was betrayed, humilated and blamed. A broken mirror means no one except family can truly see Shadow for the person she truly is. Others will see glimpses of who she is but never know. However, this whisper stops Shadow. She moves further away from Hunter and turns her back so she pick up the piece to truly see the image that is displayed. The moon hits the piece to make the silver shine throughout the path, making her face to be seen by Hunter and anyone who wants to know Shadow.
Shadow slowlys puts a hand on a tree knowing that the bark would cut her and she leans harder so the cut would deepen. Her only way to express the pain for no words could be mutter. She wouldn't even know how to express in words of why that piece hurts her. Hunter emerges into human form once he saw the blood on the tree. Shadow pulls away from the tree and tosses the piece further down the path. Hunter's eyes sees the image to be shown of when Shadow's trust was shattered,not once but twice. A trust of those she had to be only turned against when she needed helped to handle what was done. The moon shines on her, letting him see the look of sadness. To have a smile on her face? That has not been there for a long time. Something he longs for, yet she has to be ready to puts the pieces together once more, scars and all. He sees Shadow lean over another piece and starts to move closer but only to stop as he sees Shadow touch it willingly.
Shadow touches the image reflection of her grandmother. A lost. Yet, what was shown was her grandmother's smile. Now a memory to behold since her passing. A piece of the mirror she is willing to place back into the frame along with other family members and friends who are her world. She holds the piece gently in the palm she cut against the tree, a drop of blood is on the piece but nowhere near the image of her grandmother.She stands up against the tree calling for the frame to come before her.
A silver frame with a tiny portion filled of pieces she has placed willingly while the rest is black and void. Hunter comes to Shadow and places his hand over her as she places the piece into the frame. Shadow gently places her grandmother's image into the frame and uses her tears of acceptance of her lost to seal her loving memories of a grandmother who has done so much for her family and others and didn't give a damn what race, creed, or status. Her grandmother is the very being of what others should be, caring, beautiful, and doesn't give a damn when told you can't do it for you can do whatever you set your mind to. And yes, she was one of Shadow's rocks. Her grandmother was there when she told of the misuse of her trust, when her world was destroyed, and helped her through the blame of others. A gift of love that came easy for her grandmother, yet so missed by her.
As Shadow watches the piece she had placed turn into the part of the mirror as if it was never shattered in the first place, she links her fingers within Hunter's. For safekeeping, Shadow sends the mirror away and turns into him so doesn't see where it goes for she doesn't want to destroy the mirror ever again. Hunter holds her close and senses so many emotions going through her yet, no one except for family and friends will understand how hard it was for her to accept that loss.
