The shadow wolf just stood there, not once shifting its gaze from me. "What the hell is happening! Whoever you are call back your Ameoba" I looked around the room for a sign that there was someone else here but there was nothing but darkness.
Amber do not worry I am not here to hurt you, I would never do that.
The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. The wolf in front of me lowered and shook it's head. The black mist of shadows had now completely cleared and I could see the full body and size of the creature; 12ft of muscular coal black fur with shackles on each paw. I looked at the Wolf and asked; "Who are you and why are you here?" The ears of the creature pricked up and its head rose, once again meeting my eyes.
I am sorry you probably can't remember me, I should have introduced myself. My name is Fenrir
The name rang thousand's of bells in my head but still I couldn't place it. Confused I looked around again to see if anyone else was in the room who could be somehow speaking to me in my head. I was certain there is no one else in the room, there couldn't have been anyway because I locked the door, so how is this huge wolf stood here in my room! Unless.... no that's stupid, but I need to know. Keeping eye contact with the red eyes of the beast, I cautiously asked; "Are you the wolf?"
It closed it's red eyes and nodded at me and as if to mock me I heard him say: Yes, Took you long enough. Now you know who I am, I can give you the gift I was sent here to deliver.
Confusion was running around my head but I went along with it anyway not knowing if I would regret that decision later. However, I know better than to accept gifts from those I don't know. "What do you mean a gift? A gift from who?" Fenrir cocked his giant head to one side and his deep voice resonated in my mind.
I am sorry Amber but I cannot tell you who sent me here as it would put you in even more danger than you are already in. But I have been told to give you this no matter what, but I will give you a word of warning, this may hurt a little.
With that being said a wave of pain shot down my right arm to the inside of my wrist. I screamed in agony and reflexes made me clench the pain with the other hand. It felt like someone was carving the flesh on my wrist with a steak knife and twisting the blade in spite of the pain I was already in. Seconds pass which felt like an eternity before the pain subsided enough for me to be able to remove my left hand away from the affected area.
Carved into my flesh was a large symbol. A circle from which eight lines equally spaced spread out from, each having three lines and at the end a curve making them look like pitchforks. I watched in wonder as the wound sealed up in front of my eyes and now resembled more of a severe burn scar with my skin flaking off, only leaving a deep red outline of the symbol tattooed into my flesh.
The Helm of Awe, a symbol of protection and might. I am sorry for the pain it caused you Amber but this will help you with events that are coming that you can't stop. There is more you need to fear in this world than The Megas and unfortunately; your right in the middle of it.
Fenrir moved towards me, large paws silent all but for the sounds of shackles and chains. His snout a mear few inches from my face, his jaws produced a kind furry smile for a wolf before he licked the middle of my forehead. That made something click in my head, I remembered!
Before I could say anything Fenrir began to disappear into the shadows and a mist of black swirled in the room around his giant body.
I will see you again soon Amber.
Before he completely dissipated into the darkness I shouted out "WAIT FENRIR I REMEMBER! DONT GO...." but it was too late. He was gone and I was left alone again, just like always. suddenly shadows began to swirl around my head as well and everything was turning pitch black and it was becoming harder to breathe. Everything went cold and black.
I opened my eyes and shot upright in the bed, gasping for air. My headphones were over my ears and still playing music yet I clearly remember taking them off. The room was dark again but not like it had been just now. Thinking of what just happened it must have been a dream or nightmare of some sorts, That would explain a giant wolf with shackles in the middle of my room. I slowly got off the bed and went to check that the door was still locked.
Walking over to the door I reached out for the lock on the handle with my right hand to find that the lock was still on and working. Pulling my hand away from the handle I noticed something on my wrist. The Helm. My eyes widened in shock and confusion. What the hell just happened, did what happen in that dream affect the real world? Was it a dream at all? I remembered Fenrir. I remembered who he was from that one simple gesture. Everything fell into place when it was too late though.
I yawned and glanced over at the clock, it was 3:35am. I wandered over to the bed, not bothering to change into my pyjamas, and slipped under the covers. I kept the headphones on with the music still playing to help me take my mind of all the things happening. The last song I remember was Send them off by Bastille and hearing "Exorcise my mind, help me exorcise my mind...."
YOU ARE READING
The Ancients
FantasíaMy name is Amber Marcuson and I am 18 years old and in my last year of school. That's the basics of my life, from here on it gets... complicated. There are 3 classes of Amoeba that people fit into within society, The Commons, The Evolved and The Meg...