1. Lost Soul
Chapter 1 - Lost Soul
It was a cold, misty night in London Central Park, and Max was going on a stroll. He passed the shop on the corner of 2nd and 5th Avenue, and headed to the big oak tree in the middle of the park, where he saw a squirrel running through the autumn leaves. Max saw this and lowered himself, so he was hiding amongst the long grass. He let out a low deep growl, and jumped out from where he was hiding.
He chased the squirrel around the tree once, twice, but on the 3rd time, it bolted up the tree into the hole it called its home. Max sat at the bottom of the tree and let out a flurry of loud, short, barks.
"Quiet you mutt!" Yelled a stranger rudely.
Max didn't know who the stranger was, or where he came from. All he knew was that a storm was brewing, and that he had lost his parents on a stormy night, just like this one.
Max woke up in the alleyway den he had made himself out of leftover cardboard, newspapers, and anything else he could find. He called it his "home". He got up, stretched and then wearily chambered out of this "home" to greet the day, but for some reason, he couldn't get his dream out of his head. That night, Max had dreamt of his parents. He didn't remember much about them, but he knew his mother was kind, and caring. He had lost his parents 4 years ago, when he was just a young pup.
The only other things he could remember about them were that his mother loved lilacs - both the flower and the colour, and his father… well… he didn't know much about his father. Whenever he had a dream about him, he was more just a figure in the background than a detailed person.
Max found himself getting emotional thinking about his parents. He tried to shake the image of them out of his head so that he could get on with his day. Max used to always love when he dreamed of his parents, because he always thought they would come back and find him. But now, 6 years or more had passed, and he had accepted that they were gone, and wanted to purge all memories of them so that he wasn't vulnerable to emotional attacks
Ever since his parents left, his heart was slowly hardened, and so now, he thought of emotions as something bad, a kind of weakness. Every day however, he found himself becoming more and more aware of the fact that he was completely lost, and alone.
