prologue
I'd rather not start my story from the beginning of my point of view so I'll start farther in the past around three hundred years ago long time ago I know but trust me this won't be boring! You all probably now the story of Red Ridding Hood, right? Well sorry to be a crusher of small children's dreams or whatever but it's wrong. It was changed over the years to protect the people like me. That girl didn't live she was put through torture and slowly died. That wolf was a werewolf who had been hunting her for many years because she was special. All of her kind, all of my kind are special we are angels on earth you could say. We have wings but she was a one in a million of the few of us there are, her wings were red. She was powerful she had potential to rid the earth of the werewolves. But she was deceived by someone she trusted and she was caught by the leader of the werewolves. They live purely to cause pain and suffering on the world my kind are the opposite We spread joy and happiness but the werewolves have become cunning they've grown smart and have learned how to destroy us we are few now and we worry. No we worried because now there is another red winged child but she is in grave danger she is being watched by the new leader of the werewolves he knows what she is even if she doesn't and he wants her to suffer the same fate if she dies then we will surely lose this war and humanity will suffer she must know not to trust anyone but we cannot contact her or we will be sentencing her to death we can only hope for the best.
Meagan loved it when she dreamed sometimes she didn't since she tended to stay up really late. Fangirl problems right? Well this night she didn't dream; she had a nightmare, she saw huge teeth and felt pain in her back, It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before and she'd broken her arm twice! She was absolutely terrified and tried to wake up she tried screaming, she tried pinching herself, she even tried to imagine floating away from her nightmare and into a better dream it didn't work at all. She felt hot breath on her it smelled of death.Her stomach heaved she was dreaming vividly why couldn't she dream like this when dreaming of nice things like eating cake? She tried to turn her head away from the teeth and saw flashes of bright red and then felt another burst of pain not as bad. She opened her eyes laying on the floor of her room she must have rolled right out of her bed she was still tangled up in her fuzzy blanket and her small cat toy was laying less than a foot away. Yes she still slept with a stuffed animal she couldn't separate from her small cat it was old and worn but still huggable which was good because that's what she did she laid on her floor for a moment hugging Cuddles the cat before she got up. What the check kind of dream was that? she asked herself. A terrifying one. Megan answered herself as she fixed her bed. When she finished fixing her bed she dressed in her ridding cloths and brushed her teeth then went downstairs for some breakfast. As soon as she got down stairs she could smell pancakes. mom cooking? No way! she thought to herself but as she walked into the kitchen she could see her mother cooking pancakes singing to a song on the radio. Her mother's name is Sarah she didn't look much like a Sarah though. Her mother looked a lot like Meagan well Meagan looked like her mother but whatever. Both were on the tall side of average weight and light brown thin hair they also both had ears that stuck out a bit more than usual giving her the nick-name Dumbo at school. Good thing she loved that movie. Her dad startled her out of her thoughts with a loud "Happy birthday Meagan!" shout as he came into the kitchen. Her mother turned around and rushed to her and gave her a big hug "Happy birthday my baby girl!" she said happily "Mom! I'm fifteen! I'm not a baby!" she protested " You will always be my baby girl." Her mother told her hugging her tighter before letting her go "I'm cooking pancakes for you and don't worry I'm doing just fine with it!" she said walking back to the stove "So Meagan how's it feel to be a fifteen year old?" her dad asked. He didn't much look like Meagan his hair was a sandy blonde that he liked to keep short. He loved animals and jokes which is something Meagan inherited from him she planned to follow in his footsteps and become a veterinarian as well. "Great! So is it present time?" she asked excitedly "After breakfast you know the rules!" he scolded her although he was laughing. She knew he'd gotten her something she'd love she could tell by the way he was laughing he laughs louder when he's bidding something .He'd spill soon. She huffed and sat down "Fine!" she said and then got up to get plates and bowls setting three bowls on the ground filled with different foods then three plates in the table that had nothing on them "Tim! Jasmine! Sir nubbs!" she called out and soon three animals where racing for the bowls hungry for breakfast. First came Jasmine the ferret, then Tim the cat, and finally Sir Nubbs her dog so named because of his nub of a tail. They are all rescues they all have small defects that makes others not want them. Tim was blind in one eye, Jasmine was missing a leg so she had one a fake one specially made for her, and Sir Nubbs had a nub instead of a tail some dogs have nubs and it's okay looking on them but for a husky it doesn't look good. She had helped rescue him when he was a puppy. He'd warmed right up to her and after most of his injuries had healed all the way she brought him home and kept him naming him Sir Nubbs in honor of his bravery about losing his tail. Meagan's family also had a horse but he lived in the barn. Maybe I can go ridding later. she thought and sat down in her seat at the table.
