A hill, below me a small cliff, a river at the bottom of the cliff. A single autumn tree stands besides me, the moon looming high above. I stare at it for hours on end, questions filling my mind. Questions left best to schalors and philosophers.

Why is this world so cruel? Why must I suffer? Will I ever be happy longer than a day before I succomb to the fact that some I have loved for so long, I may never see again? What good is it to lose so much to gain the ability to think for myself?

I roar at the moon in anger, its silence does nothing to ease my pain. A black fox walks up, sits beside me, and licks my muzzle. The pain subsides if only for a little while. He shows me a husky. A friend of his to take me in, but he is gone from his place more than he is there...

I am left with nothing but my thoughts. They pain me even more now, because I have no choice but to face them instead of hiding. I think of the war, my lost sisters, my life as a pawn, and I weep like a small child.

I go back to the moon, stare at it intently for nights on end... What happens next? I ask. The fox appears and replies: Only time will tell. You only need ask what you want in life. I turn and say: I just want to be happy.