Black Wolf of The Guardian Stone

Chapter 1

He stood in the clearing of the old saw mill. The old place was surrounded by dense forest. He looked up to the canopy of the trees, the sky was turning a beautiful shade of orange and red as the sun set past the trees. Looking around he saw an old logging truck, he walked over to it. One of its side view mirrors was broken and hanging from its hinge only being held there by a few wires. He looked at it and saw the reflection of a little boy with pure white hair and a cross of silver and his eyes were a dull silver color.

Suddenly there was a loud scream from the old saw mill behind him, he turned around startled. Then.... BOOM! The mill suddenly erupted and was engulfed in strange flames, it was a towering pillar of black and purple fire. Fear flooded through the boy, as the flames roared. Then within the roaring flames he could hear something, it was very faint but he could hear it nonetheless. Laughter, somewhere within the flames someone was laughing.

Waking up with a start an older boy sat upright in bed. He placed a hand on his forehead and sighed in annoyed relief.
Ok
"why... why do I keep having that dream" he asked himself running his hand through his hair.

He looked at the closed window blinds. They were being lit up with shades of orange light. The sun was coming up, so he got out of bed and crossed his room to his dresser. He looked at his reflection in the mirror above the dresser. A thin teenage boy with pure white hair and silver eye's looked back at him. His name was Tony Frigger and he was the little boy in that dream, except it was not a dream. It was a memory, the memory of when his mother Sarah Frigger had died 13 years ago.

He had been 5-years old when it had happened the officials had found him outside old saw mill. They had recognized him immediately due to his pure white hair and silver eye's. They called his father who came and picked him up, a look of shock and fear on his face. Tony had been in a deep stunned silence. He remained that way for 3 weeks; not talking, smiling; or cheerful. He was just emotionless; he wouldn't even react to anything at all.

His father had taken to multiple psychologists for help, however many of them either knew little to nothing on Tony's mental condition. However, they all came to the same conclusion... He seemed to be in a kind of trance like state. After that there seemed to be no hope for Tony, until the day of his mother's funeral.

They had finished burying the coffin and were on their way back to the entrance of the cemetery, when Tony's father felt him stop. He turned to look at Tony whose blank hollow eyes were looking at a tree on the side of the path. This was the first time that he had seen tony show any interest in anything in a long time. So not wanting to lose the chance of bringing his old son back, he went to the tree with him following his gaze.

They got to the base of the tree, he looked back at tony. Tony was now looking down at something at the base of the trunk. It was a small black stone. Tony's father crouched down next to Tony and watched him closely. Tony just stood there staring blankly at the stone. His hollow gray eyes transfixed on the stone. Then his father saw it. A tiny flicker in Tony's eyes.

Thinking that something had been caused by the stone, his father picked it up lifted Tony's hand and place it into his open palm. He then waited, hoping that whatever the stone was doing would work the way he thought it would. Although it was absurd to think that a small black stone could do what the psychologists had failed to do.

He stayed crouched next to Tony under the tree. A light breeze came and scattered some leaves on the ground. His father saw him blink twice, then his fingers closed around the stone. Tony blinked again, then looking around to see where he was and said.

"Dad, it's cold here can we go home."

His father began to cry with joy as he hugged him.

"Yes... yes we can." Sniffed his father

He then stood up and they both began to walk back to the entrance of the cemetery.