This is pure symbolism. Kill me for it later.


A Hawk and a Wolf

Two sides of a mirror reflect the same image: one, where the sun is just beginning to rise, a hawk proudly stretches his wings; two, where the sun is setting out of sight, a black wolf howls in agony. Let it be known that if one is in light, there is bound to be one in the dark. And the one in the dark will not want to stay there.

The hawk shifts his weight and lunges into the air, taking flight in the sun's light which seemed to be there only to glorify his existence. Below, all the other creatures of the woods look up to him in admiration, wondering how anything so magnificent and dignified can exist.

On the other side of the mirror, the wolf struggles through a vicious storm. Branches from the surrounding trees are whipping past him, getting caught in his fur, tearing at his skin. No one is there to help him. No one is there to watch his suffering.

People see the light from the hawk's side of the mirror, and don't even dare to look into the darkness on the other side. They're drawn to the brilliance and swarm to it like moths to a light. However, a very small few are brave enough (or stupid enough) to peer into the darkness. Then they see it, the wolf stuck there, trying to fight off the wind on his own as he's forced to look out the mirror and see the hawk stream his feathers in the wind.

Those brave and stupid few follow the wolf. They wander into the darkness and trust the determined and courageous wolf to guide them to safety. They can see the brilliance on the other side of the mirror, but once they see the wolf standing up to the darkness, they realize that the hawk is not safety. This hawk is a lure – a lure simply to attract moths.

These small few who see the darkness as the light, they follow the wolf. They follow the wolf to wherever the wolf needs to go in order to save himself. And in turn, after a while, the wolf grudgingly comes to except the few who follow him.

Before now, the wolf's only reason to survive was to find his way to the hawk and crush him. To make him stop drawing the moths to himself, for if those moths weren't able to fly freely, then they'd be trapped. But now, with the few stragglers who follow him, the wolf now has more to live for. The wolf can do something more than struggle in vain – the wolf can now protect others.

This sense that he has to save them drives him on. He needs to make it through this storm that the hawk had bestowed on him. He needs to make it through for both his sake and now their sake as well.

The hawk sees the wolf's spirit on the other side of the mirror. But the hawk is confident that nothing will happen to him. He is, after all, the mighty hawk. He has all the moths bowing before him, worshiping him like a god. No, not just treating him like he's a god, the hawk is a god. He is sure of it. And a god can't possibly be touched by a simple wolf.

Perhaps this hawk is in for a little surprise.