Telling stories has never been my strong suit, most werewolves go into sports professionally.
Blaze was an exception though considering he wanted to be a scientist.
But i wanted to be a world famous soccer player. I wanted to travel around the world with humans, mei'fwas, and werewolves alike, uniting to watch and cheering my name.
Obviously fate had a different plan.
Instead I did next best thing.
Blaze and I flew around the world and watched the best soccer players in action. It was like a movie since we could go wherever we wanted without there being a problem.
Before we did that, however, I did follow Aphmau and Aaron on their journey, it seems that Aaron had the same idea as me, except he succeeded.
There was still one thing Blaze wanted to do but never got to, and that was skydiving.
We found two people about to jump out of their plane and inhabited their bodies for awhile as we swam through the air, it was better that flying!
When we finished I asked Blaze one simple question.
"What about Heaven?"

"Look up." He pointed up and I stared. It was beautiful, the mixture of colors and textures, it was like something out of a fantasy painting.

"Can we go there?"

"Are you past the world? You can never return when you go."

"Yes, take me there."