The story was one she had been told by a Cherokee Elder, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and in a way it was, but she remembered every word.

"Within us all there two wolves locked in battle. One is evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

She sighed heavily and shook her head, feeling that she possessed far more of the former than the latter.

"The battle is fierce, but in the end, the one you feed is the one who will emerge victorious."

She had been so foolish. Her actions on the cliffs had almost cost her everything and now she had to pick up all the pieces and try to put them back together.

"After Dante disappeared, I made the mistake of feeding the evil wolf. I fed it enough that it was almost able to defeat the good one. It is a mistake I shall not make again."