The Missing Light

=
Most of you should know who Blixemi is. For those of you who don’t, ask Firefly   :3. Well, Blixemi made a series of animated shows about a wolf named Artemis. It was called The Missing Light. She made eleven episodes I hope she's working on the twelfth, but it’s been nearly five years and most people have giving up hope. Well, I just thought it would be fun interesting to continue the series, so I decided to do it. Of course, I’d have to start at the very beginning, which means I’ll have to write down eleven episodes O. O But I’m ready. Remember that all the credit goes to Blixemi (Until I finish with the episodes and I start continuing the series :P) and I’m just writing it down. Les do this. ======

Part One
Artemis

Maria

Nuka

Zayne

Sleet

Queen Eyagra

_____________________________________________

My mother often told me about the times. . .when it wasn’t like this. How we. . .used to be FREE. I never asked her if she was alive then, or if they, too, were nothing more than stories.

But those times are gone. And I fear, I’ll never know the light.

= The Missing Light = ''A middle aged grey wolf trotted hurriedly through a forest just as grey as she was. A limp brown thing, presumably a rabbit, hung from her jaws.''

''But it wasn’t a rabbit. ''

It was a wolf cub.

I’m not sure what happened that night. All I can remember was mother hurriedly grabbing me, then running off.

I wasn’t frightened, mind you I was so young when it happened. And yet—I distinctly remember smelling fear. It didn’t come from me, or my mother, I just knew it came from a place. . .that held fear.

A blue body slumped on the forest floor and a white wolf staring, horrified, at it. "Two Years Later"“What if you’re downwind?” Mother asked gently.

“. . .then it means you’re in the correct position to strike!” the wolf pup cried.

“Very good,” she praised. “And if you’re upwind?” The pup made a funny face.

“Hmm. . .keep moving downwind until your scent will go unnoticed?”

“Fantastic work, Artemis.”

The pup’s ears went down and she could feel the red creeping across her fur.

“While all this training has paid off for you. . .I know that you will prove yourself tomorrow at the Sorting.”

Artemis smiled awkwardly, eyes darting around everywhere. “Thanks. . .but. . .maybe I could use another year of training? I could stay with you, and—”

“Hush.” Mother snapped, looking around the clearing nervously. “You must not say such things. It is our tradition that when a pup reaches two years, they must be sorted.

“It is. The rules.” She glared pointedly at Artemis.

Artemis glared back. “Well, I think—”

“May I have your attention please.” It was an order, not a question. All eyes turned to the front of the clearing where three wolves, two brown with glowing yellow eyes, and one black with bright green eyes sat. Their heads were protected by heavy metal helmets.Next to the paws of the black one lay a pile of rabbits.

The large brown one started talking again. “We are informing you that the annual sorting is quickly coming upon us,” she rumbled. “It is in this region’s best interest that all youth are groomed well and ready.”

Her mother gave Artemis a loving look. “It’s about time we got out meal.” She whispered. “Best not to keep the guards waiting.”  She added. “Hurry now.”

Artemis was shoved to the front of the crowd with the rest of the pups, then, after a quick glance behind her, hurried forward towards the pile of rabbits. As she grabbed one, she caught a glimpse of the black guards eyes. They were solid green, without any pupils.

“You take your one rabbit for your meal, and you leave. Got it?” The guard snarled. Artemis backed away nervously, took a seat next to her mother, and watched as the other pups followed her example.

“Hurry up.” The guard snapped. She watched as the pile of rabbits shrank and shrank. “Head Official Sleet will be here early to gather the youth for the assessment. The young have been preparing for months now. They will be tested in different subjects. Depending on how they do, they will be sorted but the Queen according to their worth.”

“Um. . .” A record needle scratching filled the clearing as everyone turned to stare at the speaker. “Excuse me. . .I have a question.” He mumbled nervously. And loudly.

“SHUT IT.” The guard growled. “The time for questions will be tomorrow.”

“Oh, um. . .” The pup mumbled, smiling awkwardly, like, what did I just do?

Artemis laughed quietly. “That pup can never keep his mouth shut. It’s almost as if he—”

“Was born without a filter?” A calm voice interrupted Artemis’. Her eyes widened and she whirled to find herself nose to nose with her best friend, Nuka.

Artemis laughed again. “You scared me half to death!” She cried indignantly. “And wanna stay out of my thoughts? It’s super creepy.”

Nuka pinned her ears back happily. “I just hang out with you too much,” she reasoned.

The brown guard cleared her throat. “That is all. Have the youth ready by sunrise.”

The crowd began murmuring and shifting around, and Artemis turned back to Nuka. She flattened her ears and gave her friend a despairing look. “Nuka, I know we’ve been preparing for this for a long time. . .but. . .I’m still scared, ya know?”

Nuka met her gaze squarely and they pair sat in silence or a bit. Then Nuka spoke. “I know exactly what you mean, Art. Mother said that if you get on the bad side of the guards, you could be placed in the lower ranks, or. . .worse.”

“This isn’t really helping my nerves, Nuka.” Artemis pointed out.

“Well,” Nuka shrugged. “You asked.” Then she suddenly brightened. “But we don’t have anything to worry about. As long as we blend in with the rest of the pups from the other regions, we should be golden.”

Artemis grinned. “I hope you know that I’m gonna be glued at your side. I don’t know if I could do it alone!”

Nuka smiled back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Art!” Artemis winced at her mother’s call. “Time for bed! You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

Artemis shot Nuka a playful look. “After tomorrow we will be considered adults and won’t even have a bedtime! We’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morning, watching the stars and eat—”

“Art! Now.”

Nuka laughed. “Heh. Meet you in the clearing at sunrise. We’ll travel together.”

“Sounds good.” Artemis said, turning towards her mother.