"Where in Glamora are we?" I exclaimed

"I don't know, but there has got to be something to eat" Said Zara and she glided down to the ground

I followed her but was not expecting the sharp ache that flooded my senses, originating from my wings. I released a sharp breath and made a sloppy landing. I spread one out wide to examine it, I had lost several feathers and broken the shaft of one primary.

"What's wrong Zach?" Zara asked

"My wings" I said solemnly

"Whoa, your right, oh Glamora! How do you even make it down here?"

"I don't know, but flying is out of the option" I said

"What will we do now?" she said

"I-" I started

But then suddenly I heard a shuffling from a few feet away. My head whipped around and I pressed close to the ground despite my aching wings. I picked up the scent of a pigeon shuffling around in the high grass for worms, completely unaware of my presence. I moved forwards slowly, my pads sliding across the ground, tail low. I felt deep instincts awaken in me, from my big-cat ancestors. I was close enough to see it now, my mouth watered, it was only a foot away. Finally I sprang into the air. I had planned on the bird taking flight when it saw me so I practically landed on top. It squirmed in my grasp, a blow to its head stopped that, I thanked Glamora for it's life and looked around for Zara. This pigeon was huge a I wanted to share it with her, but she was no where to be found.

"Zara!" I called out

No answer

"Zara!" I yelled louder, worry clear in my voice

I started wildly searching in the snow covered terrain, but she had just disappeared. Into thin air, but she was no where.

"Zara, this is not funny!" I yelled

Suddenly I was snatched into the air, I couldn't feel anything holding me as I screamed and thrashed. I looked up and saw to my horror a ghost had cat-knapped me.

"Put me down! where are you taking me!"

The ghost said nothing as he carried me away, hands clamped firmly on my wings. Ahead I could see another ice-claw being carried by yet another ghost. As I got closer I realized that ice-claw was my mirror image.

"Zara!?" I said surprised

"Zach? where are we going?" Said a familiar voice

"I don't know, let's just hope that they don't kill us" I said

We flew like that for hours, the ghosts never talked. You'd probably be surprised how much land there is. When I was human, this was actually a national park, with it's own mountain range. We were actually coming up on some mountains now, the giant ring that formed, what Ice-claws call the eye of Glamora. As we passed over the outer ring and started to lose altitude, I realized we were headed for our original target, Ghost Mountain.

"Zach, do you..."

"Yeah, I do"

I could hear the terrible howling that ghost were famous for by now. There were no words to be said as we plunged towards our destination, also our worst fear.

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