Chapter One:
The Elder's Sign
Think of a feral dog's life in the wild, living on an island, with many other dogs to accompany it. Must be pretty hard, eh? Not on Feral Island. It is 2016, and all the races of humans have been wiped out, but us domesticated dogs were able to escape the ending. Basically when the humans were wiped out, dogs from all around the world formed a small empire, but they were always able to meet each other in important meetings. One of the most important was where we were going to live. The leaders of the empire said we would have to scan the oceans for abandoned islands that where still big enough for a giant population of us. Many dogs died in the attempts, but only one dog named Zing had found an island for us dogs. It was almost big enough to be a country at least to us, but it could handle the population of all of us. Ever since a long, grueling, tiring swim for at least a week, we all ended up here in Feral Island, which Zing had called it.
And of course, we had to make a group! We started a pack with no particular name, but we gave it ranks. A leader, a second-in-command, a healer, a warrior, a spy, a digger, mothers, pups, elders were all the ranks, and we all worked together.
Elders were not those dogs lying in their dens with broken bones all day. In fact, some of them were shamans. They read the future in the skies and the stars. Suddenly, all but one shaman died from old age. The remaining one was named Nanchang, who was an Akita. After hunting some food for the pack, I ripped a piece of the duck I had hunted, and went to join Nanchang, who was sitting on a rocky ledge at the edge of the territory when the moon was out. I offered a small piece to him and he ate it quite quickly. "Mara, I think I have gotten a prophecy that you have to tell to the leader, Kura," he says in his voice cracked with age.
"Really? What is it?"
"A great storm of danger is coming."
