Part 3, One Year Later....

A year later after abadon had died, He found himself awake. "What the..?" He muttered, before realizing every bone and muscle in his body was in pain. His body was regenerating its self. All he could do was whimper in pain. He needed air,..what was he doing underground...this was so strange to him. He dug his way to the surface, gasping for air. Once ha made it out of that hole he called home for a year, his eyes looked about. This was the place he died...why was he back here. He touched the soil with his paw, as the memories of his death flashed through his mind. How his pack had betrayed him and left him to die. Some alpha that so called Howl was, she couldn't even take care of a dieing member. Good thing he'd never have to look at those cur dogs agian. He snarled to himdself, before the sound of a ravens caw could be heard. "What was that.." The dazed hound mumbled, before a crow landed at his paws. It looked up at him and motioned for him to follow it.

He tilted his head, as he followed the crow. They walked a long time, before finally making their way to a lake. Abadon crouched down to the water to get a drink,..thats when he saw his reflection. It shocked him at first..but then he decided he kinda liked it. His face was white, as if it had been painted. Those classic jet black streaks went down each eye. And one followed his mouth,..like he was grinning. He looked odd. But oh well. After he got a drink, he was walking through the forest, when suddenly a hunter's trap clamped down on his paw.

It hurt at first,..bad really bad! Bad enough to make him yelp in pain,...but then he was silent. He looked down at his bleeding paw. Then suddenly yanked it out as hard as he could. All the flesh tore right off his paw, it hurt some,..but then suddenly his whole paw healed. It was back to normal. Abadon just stared down at the trap,..and then back to his paw. What was really going on...?

Later that day he was walking through the woods mindlessly, when the sound of a crow's call coulde be heard. He ignored it at first, but after an hour of walking, he realized the creature was following him. When he turned to look at the creature, he found that it was a Murkrow stalking him. An odd Murkrow at that. This one looked more alive, more powerfull. It was a large sized bird. Pure jet black. And this one did not wear one of those stupid hats....It was staring him right in the eyes. A sence of power could be felt flowing through him. The murcrow seemed to smirk,..then it took off towards the sky. He watched it. Then the weirdest thing happened to Abadon. He could see through the murkrow's eyes. Where ever the bird went,....he could see what it could,..he could look right through it's eyes.

The bird landed on the edge of the cliff. It had something to show Abadon. He made his way to where the bird was, and sat on his haunches. The bird would hop from the edge of the cliff, and back to him. He wasn't sure of what the bird was telling him. It seemed to want him to jump off the edge of the cliff. Abadon glanced down to the rock bottom,... "Are you nuts?" He asked the murkrow....it responded with another caw. "Oh well,..this better not hurt.." Abadon said,..as he stood up, and leaped off the cliff. The brid was right behind him. The bird would land on his shoulder, as they were falling, and they morphed. Well,..at least Abadon did. He was suddenly in the bird's body. Controlling it. Well,..this must have been what the bird was trying to show him. There was a link with him, and the bird. Since he died, and came back, nothing seemed to be the same. The bird was his link between the land of the living, and the land of the dead....