The two watching above made eye contact, and sent each other gazes of understanding. Even
if the ranger was the main cause of Matt’s disappearance, he was still upset. Matt was a good
person, if you ignored his small disputes.
The ranger spoke rather softly; unaware they would be his last words, “Let’s go, Shala.”
The tall white wolf gazed into the ranger’s dark brown eyes in response. Together they walked
peacefully back to his cabin, the moon shining brightly above them.
Here, father time painted another photo, one of a man and wolf living in peace and love,
setting off under the young moon.
It is hope you must never lose,
For you are young.
You are forever young in the moonlight.
While you walk steadily on the moonlit path,
You are forever young and infinite.
Matt Sand was lost. He didn’t know where he was, or who he was. He fell back onto the sand
by the fast flowing river and fell asleep below the burning sun.
When Matt woke, there was a shadow blocking him from the sun. He looked up and found a
beautiful girl with long, dark red hair.
“You’ll get heat stroke like that. What’s your name? I go by Marina,” she kindly asked him
then slowly trickled water into his mouth.
“I-I don’t know,” Matt rasped.
“You don’t know your own name?” She asked innocently.
“You look like a Seth. I’m going to call you Seth.”
And after amnesia, Matt became a new person, Seth. Seth and Marina grew old and happy
together, never regretting anything.
