The Wolf's Red Apple

Chapter 1: Little Red and Big Wolf

"Akos? That's your name, Mister Wolf?"

"Yes, my dear. Your name is Eva, what a beautiful name for a Red Riding Hood. Say, would you promise me something?"

"Oh, I will, tell me your promise, Akos."

"Stay with me... forever."

"And I will... forever."

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Some of us are born and we grow without choosing our path. They have everything planned for you. Your future, your dressing code, your personality, your preference, your lover. They never let you choose, they just make you stand there, winning everything without efforts or risk. But... are you truly happy?

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"Piros? Piros?" The soft dark skinned woman called her son, worried about him and this day. It was that special day for the Red family, the day that one of their children was leaving to meet the one they will share their life time with.

"One minute! I'm getting prepared." Piros, the youngest Child in the family, is the one meeting their secret beloved. He was currently standing in front of a mirror, looking at his face and attire. He was trying to fix his straight, black hair. His hair was short at the front and long at the side, though the right side was longer than the other. The back of his hair ended up a bit curly and reaching the nape of his neck. He stared at his forest green eyes that were reflecting on the mirror.
"Such eyes can't hide a lie nor the truth." He repeated in a whisper, the words his mother told him one time when he was a child. The child stretched his hand, reaching for a night stand next to the mirror. Carefully, he took an earing which had the form of a gree diamond, a green that went with his eyes, and above it, a gold orb. He always wore that earing on his left ear, it's inherited from the first Red to each child who was chosen. Piros is the last child, for now.

"Okay... no need to be nervous." He took a deep breath, left his room and walked down the stairs, ending up in the living room, where his parents, siblings and the rest of his family where waiting for him.

"My sweet little Boy, I can't believe you are 20. Time does fly." Edina, Piros's mother, said as he holded her beloved son's face in her small hands. Piros smiled at her words and kissed his mother's hand, "Mother, I'll be fine. I promise." He told her, trying to calm her down.
"He isn't a kid anymore, Edina." Mozes, Piros's father, told his wife, trying to help his son in calming her down. "Have a great time over there, we'll miss you, Piros." His father smiled at him, showing a bit of concern.

"Thanks, father, mother." He said softly and weakly pushed his mother away and walked towards the door. Before stepping outside, he turned around and stared at his family, knowing this might be the last time he sees them. He took in every detail of his family, house, and it's surroundings, not ready to let everything go. With a sigh full of sadness, he turned and walked down the path that connected his house and the Wolf family's house.

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The path was long maybe an hour or less or more, who knows, nobody returned to talk about the details. About how the Wolf family was, if they were mean, big and bad or if there was really anything in the end of the path, maybe just death waiting. Piros asked himself this over and over again, seeing the path never came to an end. His hand clutched his bag tighter and tighter, shaking and sweaty, he was scared and nervous. The poor 20 year old male was scared of the unknown area.