“Where are we going?” I demand as the dark brown wolf’s head kept nudging me in my back, pushing me farther down the hill. It didn’t surprise me when I didn’t get a response, but it was still slightly irritating.
We reached the bottom of the hill, but the dark wolf kept shoving me in the back with its head (which must have been uncomfortable because he was taller than me).
“Hey!” I protested, “ouch! Would you stop that?” “We are almost there my child,” the creepy yet dreamy voice in my head said. Finally I stopped opposing the wolf’s prods and sort of just pouted. I noticed that we were nearing the rectangular pillared building. ‘I wonder what’s in there’, I thought.
Once we entered the white marble building, I was completely breathless. On the ceiling there was a gigantic painting of- of wolves. At least a hundred different colored and sized wolves painted on the granite ceiling, in all different positions too. Hanging from ceiling were six crystal chandeliers in a line, all across the room. The floor was granite like the ceiling but instead of wolves, there were three huge swirls each connected. I guess it looked like a swirly ninja star.
The room was completely empty, beside the eight wolves and I. At the way end of the room there was a thirty door. Suddenly an earsplitting howl filled the room. The howl had come from the white wolf with the piercing silver-blue eyes. “GA!” I shout and cover my ears. “What the hel-,” but before I could finish my curse the door that looked a mile away opened with a creak.
Everything was absolutely silent besides the creaking of the huge door. That’s when I saw the skinniest, oldest, most fragile looking man I’d ever seen in my entire life.
He slowly made his way over to us, looking at me the whole time, a content smile on his face. His footsteps echoed in the large room and I realized that I wasn’t breathing. Finally, he stopped walking four feet in front of me. “Hello Erin”, he said in a rather cheerful voice, “We have something very important to discuss. Follow me, and I will fill you in”. And with that, he turned and began walking once more, me right behind him.
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My Friend, The Werewolf.
Fantasy"I occupied myself with reading, writing, drawing, exploring, and even just thinking. I would think about a world of magical beings and mythical tales. These are the things I read about too. I knew I was different than the others. I was strange...
