Now, finally we are face to face
No one is here to interfere
None of the Cabalos you used to shed the blood of innocents
No Genki to insist we do this as a team
Some battles must be fought alone
You snarl and leap and I charge to meet you
As we clash I see the storm clouds gather in the sky
The wind shrieks its rage over our battlefield
The rain pours down, as though it is crying
Crying for a past that is best forgotten
Crying for a future that may never be
Brother, I remember we faced the storms together
We hunted, we stole, we survived together
Does all that mean nothing to you now?
I look into your eyes for a glimpse of hope
Just one sign that you are still my brother
But all I see is Moo's evil
Our battle continues, blow after bow
In the wind and rain and mud
And then it is all over
I stand there a moment, disbelieving
While the rain falls down, soaking my fur
Moo is going to pay
I hear the others come up behind me
They know in a glance what has happened
No one speaks. Not even Hare
I pad back over to them, away from the Lost Disk
The wind howls to the darkened sky
I hope you liked it, even though there must be at least twenty versions of this battle already. Although in most of them Grey Wolf joins the group... Well, anyway, I'll have the next story soon, unless inspiration suddenly strikes again.
-Lauren