Stranger In A Strange World by Theskyatdawn2

Chapter 38

A few weeks went by, and during that time, I was able to test my werewolf scarring salve on all four of my patients. I just knew it would work at a more accelerated rate than with just the treatment or the cure potion alone.

It was February prior to moonrise and I had everybody locked in their cells. January went like normal for all four no changes. When Remus arrived, I just knew something wasn't right with him. He looked agitated and stressed. I think the potion may wear off tonight. I just hate seeing him in pain. He said it would be ok if it did wear off, but I wish I could ease his pain. I knew in reality it had to be one day.

All is quiet, then suddenly, I hear Remus growl and scream from his cell. It scared the crap out of everyone. I checked looking in on Gen, Elizabeth and David. They asked if it was happening. I told them yes and they all looked sad. Gen started to cry hearing him cry out and howl in pain. Then it went quiet.

I looked in the window of the cell at Remus and he was fully changed. He growled and charged the cell door at me snapping and clawing. I stepped back and started singing to him a low slow evey calming lullaby or soft song I could think of. I started singing a song by Loreena McKennitt called 'Stolen Child' . It was by a poem written by Yeats, that she put to Celtic music.

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water-rats

There we've hid our faery vats

Full of berries

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim grey sands with light

By far off furthest Roses

We foot it all the night

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles

Whilst the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand