Horus Lupercal opened his eyes and looked up at the broad-winged great bird circling beneath the azure sky.
He lowered his gaze and looked around. Hundreds of fluffy-furred herbivores wandered across the grasslands.
Horus tried to recall how he had arrived here and what he had been doing before.
But he could not remember. Only scattered fragments of memory remained; the harder he tried to remember, the dimmer and more unreal they became.
A howl suddenly rang out, piercing straight through the fog in his mind.
Horus clutched his shoulder as searing pain spread from it throughout his body.
The trees swayed wildly as hundreds of giant wolves emerged from the depths of the woodland.
Every giant wolf bore a strange brand in the shape of a black double-headed eagle upon its fur.
The lead wolf's outline flickered chaotically, and a watchful single eye could vaguely be seen upon its brow.
It opened its mouth and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Horus."
"Who are you?" the giant wolf repeated.
"I am Horus!" he replied irritably. "What else do you need to know?"
"My brother, I do not have much time." The giant wolf warned him, "Before he comes, you must decide who you are."
"I am Horus. If I am already dead, stop bothering me." He sprang up and charged into the depths of the forest.
The wolves howled around him, following Horus on all sides as they repeated the same question again and again. "Who are you?"
Horus ran wildly until he burst out of the woods.
He stopped abruptly. Above him was utter darkness, without a single star.
A pure white moon hung high in the heavens, its dazzling radiance falling upon him.
The wolves howled again, repeating their question in unison. "Who are you?"
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