timeless guardians. protecters of the pack. unmoving stone sentinels.
liars, all of them. in reality, sentinels were just a group of over-glorified guards, forever bound to their duties. a flashy name, and responsibilities, that was all there was.
it was everything he didn't wantignis dreamed of being a shaman, a healer who could help his pack. someone who could save other xholi.
ever since his parents died because the shaman wasn't there when they
needed him most.
if he had been a healer, he could have saved them. he could have saved his friend too.
he could have been happy with his position.but in reality, ignis' path was filled with so many 'could haves' and 'ifs'.
ignis was a planner. [ emphasis on was ]
as a pup, he would help the shaman savant every day.
he knew more about healing then all the pups in his pack.
he knew that the shaman would
must pick him as an apprentice.
he knew so much more..
but it was all for nothing, in the end.
because in the end, the shaman died of a disease he himself couldn't cure.
and only then did he realize how many responsibilities a shaman had.turns out being the healer isn't so easy.
the other shaman was a different matter.
he was bossy, arrogant, and foolish.
so maybe he was intelligent, but still a fooland ignis hated him so
very much.
[ the relation ship was mutual ]
even among a pack, there are hidden rivalries.
a friend of his father, who even though he meant well, crushed his dreams. and how the xholi did that in a single sentence he would never know.
"Give up your dream, you're not meant to become a shaman. Why not be a Gatherer, or maybe a Sentinel instead?"
even though they had been saying that ever since the old shaman died, he kept on going.
because that was the only thing he knew how to domaybe that was the straw that broke the camel's back. maybe he had given up too long ago.
the result of his past, was a lost sentinel.
he was referred to as 'the living dead'because as a sentinel, if you have nothing, no one to protect;
your job becomes a drudgery.
[ behind his back, they pass along quiet, sympathies
never to be heard ]
ignis had been a fiery blaze, until fate reduced him to a mere flame.
all of his reasons for living were taken away