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Chapter 1:

He opened his eyes into a cavern he did not know. His thoughts were of nothing. He knew nothing. But he must know something. He was in a cavern. It was light. No. It was dark. But he could see fine in the dim light. The figure could feel his ears move as he heard a noise nearby. What was that? Slowly, it filtered through his mottled brain that the sound he heard was snoring. It was coming from his left side and down a bit. Turning his head, the figure blinked his eyes and saw another figure asleep. Why did this other figure seem so....odd?

Before he realized what he was doing, a yawn worked it's way through his system and he couldn't resist the urge to sit up and stretch his back and arms. As he did so, he noticed the long, gray fur. That's why the second figure seemed so odd. It had no fur. He turned his head and finally looked around the cavern he was in. There was a fire pit off towards the side in which the fire was slowly dying. The only other items he saw was an odd bundle of cloth lying near the furless creature.

He saw that he had been lying on a stone slab with writing on it that looked familiar, but he could not decipher it. At this point, his legs were hanging over the edge of the slab and he pushed himself off to stand up. Only, his muscles didn't seem to want to cooperate. With on "oof!" his legs buckled under his weight and he fell hard to the ground waking the sleeping creature up.

He lifted his head and stared at the now wide-eyed figure. He stayed frozen where he was, wondering if he should try to run, but realizing he couldn't even if he tried. The fur on his arms rose a bit, and he opened his mouth to hiss at the furless creature as it moved. The creature froze, then spoke in soft tones a language he didn't understand. Was it trying to communicate?

He spoke. "Who and what are you?" The creature looked puzzled then spoke in it's language again. He shook his head and then noticed out of the corner of his eye a flash of fur waving slightly behind him. Something inside him told him it was his tail.  It was flickering as though warning the creature to stay away. He sat up slowly keeping his eyes on the creature. It didn't seem to make any sudden moves except towards the fire. There was something nearby that he hadn't seen at first. He watched the creature silently open the bundle of cloths and put it on a hard, flat surface with a handle on it.

Soon, a sensation in his nose, as though it had been long forgotten, began to make itself known. He began to sniff the air as a rumble came from his stomache. Food. The creature had food. He tested his legs once more and found he still could not use them. So he contented himself to watch the creature until it moved towards him with a flat rock with the food on it. He was wary of the creature, but it didn't seem to want to harm him. He bared his teeth as the creature got too close, causing it to pause and then lower the food to the ground. It pushed the rock just enough forward for him to reach out and grab it, but not to reach it.

He didn't take the food at first. He kept his eyes on furless figure for a long time until his stomache groaned in protest to the smell of the food. He finally reached out and grabbed the rock and pulled it towards him. He ate hesitantly at first, then dug into the food as though he hadn't eaten since...well, he didn't know WHEN he had last eaten. In fact, he didn't know much about himself at all.How did he get here? Why weren't his legs working? What is the creature before him? But all this didn't seem as important as the big question in his mind. Who was HE?

Chapter 2