In the sweltering heat of the mountain village of Andra Pradesh, India, she sat playing the chords of the violin in that same slow mourning of the night time's song. Each string meticulously plucked like that of a puppet master. Made to perfection were the notes of the young concert violinist as she sat in the center of the tent surrounded by the rivulets of blood. The tender drops of rain slide along the stained cheeks and still she played pulling the bow across the violin as she stared into those golden green eyes of the beast. It sat flicking it's tail back and forth as the flies buzzed heavy and thick...When her song was done, the great beast lifted from its haunches, turned and was never seen again into the jungles of the India mountains...
Her father had once told Hailey that each man and woman held within them a deeper connection to the animals of the world than just what was chosen to be seen by man. Dr. Fredrick Charles Evans had devoted his life to the genetic research of how the Lycanthrope virus found its way into existence. For as long as she can remember, they have lived in the jungles of India. Her older brother Javeen had traveled a few times back to the states helping their father with his research while she remained behind with her mother in the free medical clinics giving aid to those who would travel far and wide for care. Missionaries, as it were, to this place that delved into her soul and took from her all she'd ever known.
She placed the precious violin carefully within her father's case once more. Closed the latches gently and stumbled from the tent into the clearing of the medical tents. She stood in the mist of a blood bath with the sunlight beating down through the tops of the trees. The soul survivor, it is believed, of a vicious attack by the native beasts because the gorilla warfare would not have left such carnage behind that didn't hold the bullet holes of their weapons.That is where Hailey remained collapsed when the red cross swept in days later with its 6 month drop of supplies. The same place she had been when her brother went missing two years before. No one can say for certain what happened or why her life was spared. No one could find the bodies of the great Dr. Fredrick Charles Evans or that of Lanora Marie Evans, and Hailey Jiya Evans has not spoken a single word since the day her brother went missing and even less since being found almost one month ago when the full moon stole a piece of her soul and she gave the stars and that beast the concert of the ages.
Seattle was the last known place of residence for the Evans family. A plane ticket, her personal affects, and the rest sent ahead of her to the family's private estate somewhere in the out skirts of Seattle. It would be as some in the village would call her coming of age journey into the jungles of her world.... For the first time ever stepping foot into the United states..with a river of blood behind her..and the jungle of Seattle before her...
The Voodoo priestess that sat with her while the red cross made arrangements, who tended to her wounds, and prepared her for travel..whispered in the shell of the girl's ear. She would again come face to face with that golden-eyed beast from the jungle in the most unlikely of places. Souls were now entwined in an eternal embrace. Just like the great Doctor Evans had said...
"Within every man lies a spirit made not of mortal coil but of nature's beast. In every design, harmony will bring the strength of union..one with the other" (Dr. Frederick Charles Evans, PH.D)
If the eyes are the window to the soul...look deeper and you will find her still sitting in that tent playing the same song..over and over and over again...