The Journey of Hope
We walk the endless miles of the ever growing desert
Our homeland of a thousand generations lay in dust behind us
The countless dreams and graves of our ancestors a distant fading memory
But we walk the vast grim wasteland in hope
For even we have heard the legends of the fertile river valley just over the next dune
After years of the death of my people I once again take the lead
For I sense the end to our harrowing journey
Using the last of my might I divine our future home and point the way
We come upon fertile soil and lush vegetation surrounding a powerful and clear river
We are home and it is everything we dreamed
But one last obstacle lays before us
Our new home is not empty
We are silently greeted by a fierce warrior people
The one who leads them the most fierce of all
He is like I, but strong where I am weak
We are not warriors
We have no hope, no chance... but one
I walk forward to meet this one like I
My people tremble behind me, all their hopes lay on my shoulders
I stand face to face, eye to eye with this powerful silent one
I am weak, I am afraid but I step forward, fall to my knees and offer my throat
My last hope, our last hope
My people shriek in terror as the fierce one leaps upon me and closes his jaws around my offering biting down firmly
I await the expected pain and death but only a single drop of blood is shed from my throat
I look up into the eyes of the great warrior
Only then do I see the desperation in his eyes fading into relief
My people cheer as I take the offered hand and am pulled into his embrace
Clinging to my new ally tightly I sob into his white fur
I have not failed, we have not failed
We are home