We Aren’t Ready For This

Enki is a lost soul, set adrift on an endless ocean. Days pass by without his noticing, the only constant thing being the need to fill his body. He feels like an outsider, observing the natural needs of his own body while remaining oddly detached. Food is easy to get so his belly never hungers and there is plenty of room to roam in the tar pits so his legs never cramp from not being used. The world moves on and the boy drifts through it like a wraith. Nothing interests him anymore and even his once adventurous spirit, has been broken.

Yet, he does not surrender to the dark whisperings of his mind, instead clinging to this bizarre existence that he finds himself in. Enki cannot give up his tenuous thread on life until he has served his two years of life that he owes Medusa. After that… well he can only hope. His paws carry him around without the boy realizing where he is going. Suddenly, he feels the change, realizing he is no longer on the rocky grounds of the tar pit and instead on soft grass. The boy pausing and blinks as if he is waking up from a dream. It is, to his surprise, entering the twilight hours and the warmth of summer is wrapped firmly around his frame.

In his absent-minded wandering, Enki has made his way into the plains that border the tar pits. Turning back toward where his home is, a form off in distance off catches his attention and causes him to pause once more. Eyeing the shape, he realizes that they are of the same pink coloration. Idly, he wonder if it a member of his family. Paws plod slowly toward the thin wolf, the boy trying and failing to recognize the stranger. As he nears, the boy realizes that they seem to be nothing but skin and bones with some emotion lingering deep in the unknown wolf’s eyes. It feels like he knows exactly what that emotion is but he… cannot remember the name of it.

Clearing his throat as he gets closer, the boy’s flat, monotone voice asks, “Excuse me. Do you need help?” Enki knows he needs to make friends with other pack mates or, at least, not make them hate him since he will be spending next two years of his life in these lands. Might as well be helpful, or something, too. Plus, there is a nagging familiarity that hangs around the other male and the boy cannot seem to shake it. Eyes empty of the spark that once lived in them, he turns his baby blue eyes to the man and decides to try and figure out why he feels like he knows them.


"Enki Klein"