Forget Me Not. [Book 1 of Eodum Series]

Selection 4: The Simple Selection Diminishes My Hope.

[Madiline's POV]
My eyes opened slowly as I looked down finding me on a concrete floor. I sat up in confusion, then gasped as I realized what I laid on. I ran as fast as I could out of that spell ring, and sighed with relief that I managed to escape. Then, my head felt as if it got hit by a bat, as everything that happened yesterday came crashing back.

I swallowed, and looked around asking, "Sire, do appear to me please." I watched as a nude man came in front of me, but that wasn't the thing that concerned me. I walked to him, and watched as his tail was so thick and long, that it shot over his head as a squirrel's would. I grabbed his hand, feeling over his claws, and watched as they managed to nick my finger. Then, my eyes landed on his ears. They were the same as a wolf's, not tall but short and fat coming to a rounded point.

"We must find you a cloak as mine, big enough to cover your tail. We will be buying you new clothes, but they're going to quite big on you. We are going to have to buy you a hat and some gloves though with your claws...you more likely are just going to tear through them. Would you be willing to shave your claws off?" To the human ear, you would of simply heard a man growling viciously, though for me, I heard, "You stupid girl, why would I shave off what was created to protect me?"

"Just a suggestion Sire, nothing personal. Would you mind staying here while we run into the next town, or do you wish to go with me and scare away all the towns people?" I asked him, and crossed my arms, though he simply rumbled at me.

"Give me your hood, and we can be on our way." I stared at the wolf in shock, and shook my head stepping back. "Not my hood wolf, you don't understand the history behind this cloak and I don't want to see it happen before my eyes."

"What in the hell are you talking about you worthless girl? Obey me! Give me your cloak!"

"No Sire! This hood has it's own personal curse on it, it is made from Little Red Riding Hood's mother herself! A local deceased witch! This hood was made out a fresh woven wool, and dyed in wolf's blood! She put a curse on the hood to protect her daughter as she would go into the woods for her grandmother, any wolf that would terrorize her would die a painful death. In the old folk tale, they made it cute for the children to hear, but it's actually quite brutal. Once Red Riding Hood had made it to her grandmother's for the third time, she had killed one wolf. Well, the wolves were angered, and one prepared for her visit to the grandmother. They say the wolf dressed in the granny's clothes, no. When Red arrived for the forth time, the grandmother was already dead. She had screamed, and the huntsman ran in with his ax, though he hadn't payed attention. Red was running towards the door as he ran in swinging that ax. Her hood went undamaged, but her torso was mauled by the weapon. When our soldiers arrived, everyone was dead, the wolf had escaped. My guardian grabbed the hood for myself from the scene, and as I was growing over the years, she patched it up to match my length. Now, it is dear to me."

"What happened to the mother witch? How did she die? Why didn't she want the cloak back?" Sire asked me, as his tail swayed slightly back and forth.

"She killed herself, couldn't bare the thought to live without her child." I looked down, and wrapped myself with the hood. "You can feel the warmth and protection of the hood as it's wrapped around you. It feels like a mother's love, though...I can't really be too sure. I've never had a mother. I don't necessarily count Gona as a mother, more like a 24 hour teacher."

I looked up at the wolf, and pierced my lips. "Okay Sire, take me to the nearest town and I will buy you your necessities." He started walking, and from the way his tail stayed close to his body, I could tell that he was cold too.

"You never told me what it does to you." He answered in his natural deep voice, though this time it gave me chills.

"Every second that passes, you get a cut on you in various sizes, until you eventually drain out of blood. Then no matter how far away you are, this cloak soaks it up, though I'm starting to believe that it's all blood in general, because this should had turned into a ugly dark reddish brown color by now."