A Blood Red Top Hat

Chapter Thirty-Four: Magical Potion

"Wretched?"

...What?

"Wretched?!"

...There's a voice...

"Wretched, wake up! I am not joking here-"

The tiger forced his eyes open, it wasn't a pleasant feeling for him as the peaceful aura torn from him. "Any idea of where we are?" The wolf asked as the tiger's senses grow to life and starting to function, and so the world around him forms into shape. Like tiny puzzle pieces come together and form one true imagine, or just the clouds above give way to the bright blue sky and let it's beautiful color through.

Same crumbled wall washed by age, cracks covers each wall, with nature taking back what's already her's. Dimly lit candles, painting the cracks and dents in different shades of white, yellow and red.

"We are still here... At the temple." The tiger said while forcing his heavy body up, dust has gathered within the creases of the fur, and gently falls toward the cold tile. The wolf is at the same state. Covered in dirt and dust, also some branches stuck out.

"But we didn't die." Swimming exclaimed, her eyes widen as she tries to gesture with her hands only to be stopped because she now have paws not hands.

"We need to find Spirit and find a way out of this hell hole-"

"Spirit is here."

Both animal shook with shock, the voice was soft like silk. And it sure didn't feel like any harm. Julian... He is here.

"Look. Horse dude, give Spirit back." Wretched roars at the figure. The figure moved a little bit, still in the shadow where it cloaked the figure from the light.

"Blanche, you know who this Spirit this stranger is talking about?" The figure chuckled, the once sweet and soft voice is gone, and it's now a sharp blade, still burning from the forge it was longed to forged in, while crimson painted the tip of the blade... Still fresh.

The tiger stopped his roaring as the name Blanche comes to mind, and soon stood in shock as a small figure come into the soft light. A white Arctic Fox, Spirit?

"I have no idea who this person is." 'Spirit' said and turn around, returning to the shadow where Julian,

"Spirit?"Wretched's chest tightens, and fear run through his veins like thousands of wild horses on the loose. And it spread out of his head to his toes in a matter of a second. The wolf is no different, Wretched could see the terror in her eyes, like she is one of us, a human who could feel emotions. The wolf stayed in place, like a statue washed by with time, weak yet still standing.

"She...what?" The wolf questioned, yet she didn't move a bit. The tension in the air remains, and both stood in shock and terror.

"She doesn't remember you." Julian laughs at his comment, or maybe their faces. "You guys are so easy to trick. Just giving you a random CD tape and you'll do everything it said, I mean...wow." He crossed his arms sarcastically.

Wretched growled, his eyes flares up like the fire works and claws out to his full extend.

"The 'potion' is a wonderful way of making you guys land into my trap. Slowly in your animal form, you'll loose all your memories. Now you're next." Julian chucked as he lifts Blanche up into his arms.

"Good luck." He said, closing the dungeon door behind him.

I AM BACK, ANYONE MISS ME...no one? Awww :(

Happy new year guys.

Writing tip #2

knowing the differences between there, their and they're. It would make a dramatic change within your writing.

There-in, at or to that place.

e.g "Your phone is over there."

Their-describing something that belongs to a person.

e.g "parents keen to help their children" (totally no copy'n'pasting)

They're- They are

e.g "They're taking your phone."