10 - The Senses

His voice came from the east-west according to my position. I rise my hand and strike at him. I hear nothing but the sound of water splashing against the tree.

A spark from the back of my neck runs up and my sense of vision is stolen from me completely. "Lupus." I whisper lowly for help, and fall to my knees when suddenly weakness pulls me down. My hands feel heavy with fear and I'm not liking it one bit.

My eyes have helped me navigate through everything, I could see the colours, sizes, shapes and direction, food, people. But now all I see is black. Black without any tiny white spots to ensure me that I'll see again. Black in a gloomy forest where hungry predators could lounge at and devour me. I am thankful that I have Lupus nearby should anything go wrong.