"He's," said Cosmo sadly, "he could not make it. "Where's." she sucked in a breath as the pain returned. They no longer have the ability to stop a living creature's heart."Īrctic ignored the panda alpha and looked around frantically for Greely. "The phantoms sent you into a deep sleep," Liza told Arctic, "when I arrived, I thought that they had killed you, but then I remembered that phantoms could not do that. Her memories flashed back to the Temple, and she realized that Greely was not among the group. A second later, the pain subsided, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Liza, Peck, and the rest of the alphas towering over her. "What." she started, but then cut herself off when a sharp pain struck her in the ribs. "Hey, are you okay?" the voice repeated.Īrctic nodded, and heard a sigh of relief. Arctic tried to look and see who it was, but the light was still strong enough that she could not see anything other than cave walls. The sound of paws came from somewhere, but she couldn't tell where. Walls started forming around her, and she realized that she was in a cave. The light started to dull, and she looked around again. She curiously moved her paw and set it in front of her, and was surprised when she felt coldness. "Hello?" she called, and her voice seemed to bounce off of unseen walls around her. All she could see was light, and when she looked down, she seemed to be floating in an endless brightness. She stood up and looked around at her surroundings. Her vision returned to a blinding light, and a sense of confusion came over her. It was an odd feeling, she still felt her spirit holding on, she still felt alive, but she knew they had killed her. Her world turned black as a sharp pain shot through her body. Then one shouted something in it's odd language, and the phantoms charged at incredible speeds.Īrctic turned to run, a feeling of terror blooming in her chest, but was too slow. The phantoms seemed surprised by her appearance. The phantoms turned around, and Greely looked up. A second later, she realized what trouble she had gotten herself into. But please, make it quick."Īrctic gasped, thinking of how the phantoms were going to torture the weak alpha. You know that, right? What we have to do will not be good," it told Greely in a hushed tone. "We are going to have to do something about this situation. Your research has led you to knowing our greatest secrets," it floated up to Greely, towering over the wolf. The spoke for a moment, then the first phantoms turned to the defeated alpha and said, "Because, Greely, you know entirely too much. The phantoms were quiet for a second, then one said something to another in it's language. "Just please let me go," he said in a soft voice, "Why, out of all Jammers, do you want me?" He looked fragile, unlike the pictures of him around Jamaa. The alpha was looking at the ground in front of his paws. Greely sat on the ground with chains wrapped around his legs. Arctic hesitantly took a step forward, with most of her body still consumed by the forest.Ī phantom shifted to the side, revealing what, or who they were talking to. A group of phantoms, about seven or eight, had their backs turned toward her, speaking to something in front of them in their strange language. She was nervous, and could not believe what was before her when she emerged from the trees. Her heart beat faster every time her paws touched the ground. They were raspy and deep, unlike most Jammers she had ever met. The things ahead were not speaking the language she knew. Memories of cheerful animals flashed through her head, and the sounds she heard did not match the friendly faces. She couldn't tell how many Jammers were there, or if they even were Jammers. Her ears pricked up at the sound of voices ahead. She ran into a low branch, which brought her out of her daydreams and back to reality. It made her laugh, thinking of how crazy the idea was. She thought about how crazy it was for phantoms to have a secret base underneath the fallen statue of Zios. She wondered if they were true, if she was the one being foolish. She thought about the stories as she pushed through the undergrowth of the Sarepia Forest and made her way toward the Temple. She never really believed in the legends, and she laughed when she heard Jammers talking about them. Arctic thought that it was because of the rumors being spread around Jamaa. There were never many Jammers around the area. She had always loved it in the mysterious place, yet she did not know why. Arctic Wolf took a journey from her home in Mt.
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