From Fantasy to Reality (on hold)

Chapter 13: Cover Photo

I'm sorry

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It's midnight, I'm sitting in my little cubby area of my room in front of my large bay window. I stare out the window not thinking about anything, just staring. The eeriness outside was something frightful: the wind, howling out the window, the branches of the fall trees are sparse, curling, tying themselves. I see mice scurrying under the roots of the large oak trees, crows flying high in the densely darkened sky, the outside garden, soil half dug up (blame Guardian, the little rascal) the scarecrow is 'bout to burst at it's seams, button eyes seemed to stare into my guilty conscience, doing anything, but sleeping dormant deep inside of me. The darkness: though frightening calmed me, like a lullaby taking me back to the days when my mother sang me loo-li lai-lay. the scenery seemed to be saying "lay your head down and fall into sleep," but something seems to be keeping me.

My father's journal lay to the right of me: bound in its' protective box. It's made my head hurt too much. I can't believe my father was a werewolf, let alone a legendary one with powers. I think to myself how could this even happen? Why does it have to be me that saves the world? Couldn't some other werewolf girl do it? Tch, no pressure.

Pondering; I stare at the window, well reflection. My eyes stand out most of all, how could they not? They're almost the color of tiffany, the color, just more greenish, not quiet sea foam or robin's egg. I don't know how to explain it, they're unnatural, something you see in fantasy romance novels, not in real life.

A knock sounds, "Come in!" I speak barley louder than normal. A male figure walks in, somewhat tall, angular face, short, spikey hair chesnut brown, but dyed blonde at the tips. Muscular, but not unattractive.

He wore a gree shirt with no graphics, worn grey jeans, an indent in the left pocket from a phone that seemed to stay there all the time. And socks, no shoes, just socks. "William?"

"Hey sis," He enters and shuts the door with a small click "can you help me woth something?"

"Yeah sure." I responded lazily

"I wanna go out a do some hunting own my own. I need you to cover for me."

"Why do you need to be covered?"

"Ryder doesnt like it when we go out completely alone and with this mini war going on were not allowed to."

"Okay... Sure, but what do I say?"

"That im leaving up to you." He pats my head playful and makes his way to the window. "Thanks sis."

"What are you doing." He doesn't reply; he jumps out the window.

Well great what do I do now? I don't know what to say.

Deciding to cross that bridge when I come to it, I wrap myself up in my bed covers. And slowly drift into the long awaited slumber.

I rise in the morning, sunlight streaming into the now well-lit room. Looking around I see someone sleeping in the corner chair. His eyes open and I immediately knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing."

"Then why are you sitting there?"

"Watching you sleep. It brings me peace."

"Creeper." I chuckle

"Ha.ha." He stands, "Come. It's already noon. Lunch then training."

After he left, I dressed myself. I wore athletic wear. Shorts and a sports bra, though I had put a large t-shirt to keep decency until workout time. Hair ties on my wrist and bobbypins in my pocket I leave for my wayward journey to the kitchen.

Ethan cooked up a small lunch for us; bread and butter sandwiches, fruit salad, and even fed my childish obsession with chocolate milk.

"On todays agenda, were still going to build up your stamina, but were going to try to get you in the ring today, if your not utterly wiped."

"I'll try my best." I play with my food, pushing the fruit around my plate. "What are we going to do about my dad?"

"What do you mean?" He says with a confused look.

"I don't know. We cannjuat leave him alone though, we have to find him."

"Let's just worry about that another time."

When we arrived at the gym I was able to pass through the barrier without vomiting this time.
I start off stretching with Ethan, lunges, butterfly kicks, planks. I then moved to the tredmil. I was way begind everyone in physical feats so I'm testing myself harder than I should. I run with a high incline at a fast place for a long time. By the time Ethan calls a switch I'm about ready to collapse.

While the pack is resting, I of course am sitting mextto Ethan. "Have you seen Shadow around?"

Crap! "Nope." and i drown my throat with my water bottle. Draining the content in mere seconds.

"Thirsty?"

"Im about ready to die." Good, questions avoided.

"We can save the ring for another day."

"No, I wanna train."

"Alrighty." He stands

"Wait? No 'you shouldn't push yourself so hard?'"

"I don't know how hard you can push yourself and because you need to become stronger, if you say you can keep going, I'm not going to stop you."

"Alrighty." It's my turn to stand.

"MoonStone!"

An unseen voice ng out from around the corner. "Oh goody! It's finally my turn to rough up a new kid!"

We entered a boxing ring, Ethan and all the others are gathered around. Wrists and knuckles wrapped in linen cloth, MoonStone seemed ready to pummle me. To add drama, a bell rings out to signify that I was about to have my ass kicked.

MoonStone circled me, feral eyes. We stared at each other for ages, neither of us doing anything more than circling each other. Suddenly she takes a swing and instincts take ahold. I duck immedatly. Stunned by my quick reflexes she stumbles and i was able to grab her legs. I push them out from underneather her causing her to fall. The very last thing i do, before she hits the ground, I punch into straight air, but by then my arm was straight out and MoonStone's face was in range.

I stand. Alone. MoonStone was out cold. Cheers ring out around the ring.