I walked over to the stream, planning on catching a few fish before the sun set. It had been a peaceful day. I could almost feel the urge to smile, but I buried it. Something didn't feel…right. I didn't know what it was. When I'd woken this morning the air had just tasted off.
I knew that there was no reason to be alarmed. My homeland was at peace, had been for several decades. There was no talk of war, so why did I feel so tense? Why was I constantly fighting the urge to look over my shoulders?
Some sound brought my head over to the left. Anyone else would have moved away, ran, anything but go towards it. But I'm an Alpha. It's my job to protect my territory, even if no one else is around. So I got up and went towards it, pulling my sword from the sheath at my waist. A whisper of air, my only warning before the world fractured before my eyes and I was drawn into the void.
My mind, having survived millennia couldn't fathom this. Voids only happened for one reason.
My world had just died.