A Dream of the Future

This is fan created fiction about a character in a Werewolf: the Apocalypse live action role playing game run by Mind's Eye Society. If you are a fellow player, please remember that anything you read here is considered out of character knowledge. If you are a lawyer, please don't sue me; I'm not making any money off of this and it's just for fun.

A Dream of the Future
by Simon W. 

"These are the words of Valka Thrice Blessed."

Since Valka, Legendary Tribal Counselor of the Get of Fenris, had returned from being kicked into the Deep Umbra by Grandfather Thunder she ended all of her messages in the same way. And it always made Inge grit her teeth. Inge very well knew the respect that Valka was due and she didn't begrudge her a single bit of it. It didn't mean that she agreed with her Tribal Councilor though, about hardly anything.

But she did always listen.

Today, for the first time ever, Valka's words made her cry. Today Valka had spoken about something that Get of Fenris rarely discuss, victory. Inge knew very well that her tribe's role in the Apocalypse was to fight and to die and to ensure a future for others that they wouldn't get to enjoy themselves. It was grim perhaps but it was what every Fenrir child was taught nearly from birth. Inge had known that she was likely to outlive her sister, her mate, and very possibly her children depending on how the war for the very soul of Gaia went. She could only hope that she would leave grandchildren in her wake, and of course, countless others, Gaian and not, would live because of the sacrifices of the Get of Fenris tribe.

And truly, there was nothing in Valka's message that necessarily said that victory in the war against the Wyrm still wouldn't require the sacrifices of all of the Get of Fenris. But the very idea that victory might be possible was a heady thought; enough to make Inge slightly dizzy as she stared out at the dark mountain on which she lived.

"What do you think, Little Foglet?" she asked the small Fog spirit that always followed her around now, "What would we do if the future was a possibility and not just a dream, eh?" Spirits have no shoulders, and yet it managed to shrug its shoulders all the same.

Inge nodded. "Yeah, I'm not sure either. I guess I'll have to think about it."

She went inside her little cottage. She had herbs that were dry and needed to be ground and stored. She had some phone calls to make in the morning. There was work to do. But she felt a little bit lighter tonight, as though a heaviness of spirit had been lifted.

"Dammit, Valka," she muttered to herself. "I am ok with respecting you... but I really don't want to start to like you."