Lynn (Book One of the Lynn Saga)

Chapter Two

"What happened?" a young voice asked with worry in her voice.

Another older voice replied coolly, "she just had a fireball blast to the chest. She'll be up soon." Right after she said this, I felt a damp cloth dab at my chest.

I drifted off again, and when I woke up, I was in a hammock inside a cozy little hut. The walls were the color of a setting sun and the floor was made from woven leaves. Judging by their color, they had been weaved in autumn.

A fairy stood next to me, holding a glass of water. "Ah, just it time. Here," she handed me the glass with a smile on her tan face, "have a drink."

I gratefully took it and took a few sips.

The fairy spoke again, always looking at my eyes. "Kyle told me that you lost some memory, so I bet you you're wondering who I am. My name is Giselle. I am a Fairy, as you can see." She giggled and gave her light blue wings a flutter. "I am a good healer. In fact, if the Werewolves hadn't driven us away, I would've taken care of you and you wouldn't have, well..." We both knew she didn't have to finish her sentence. "Anyway, Kyle's coming back with some food and Stella's in her room making weapons."

Assuming Giselle forgot I didn't know who some people were, I asked her who Stella was. She told me that Stella was an Honorary Elf, which was a human from the other world that lived in our realm, but didn't have any magic and could never study it. They usually crafted weapons and fought in battles, since it was really the only thing they could do.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door startled me. I jumped a little as I stood from the hammock, feeling perfectly fine. For once, I knew what was going on.

Giselle smiled at me and nodded toward a green, fluffy sofa. I sat down quickly , surprised at how much I sank down. "I'll get it!" she called, heading towards the door.

As I adjusted my position, Giselle answered the door. "Oh, hello there, Midnight! Come in, come in!" She opened the door wider and, scaring me a bit, a werewolf stepped inside. It had sharp teeth that hung outside its jaw and a coat of fur white as snow. The werewolf looked strong, like it could lift up the cottage easily.

The beast called Midnight marched over and leaned against the wall, her soft claws behind her large head. She spoke in a rough voice when she talked to Giselle, but I wasn't really listening to their conversation. Until I heard Midnight say something that still makes me shiver.

"Well, I had to. I mean, would you rather live a life with a dark future or a dark past?"

I sat up straight, then blurted, "excuse me?" I smiled, maybe a bit too much, since Midnight looked a little offended.

Midnight, keeping a straight face, repeated what she had probably said before, the part that I wasn't listening to. "I killed my best friend when I was young."

I didn't even notice Giselle's expression when I shouted, "WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!" I stood from the sofa, breathing heavily but staying put. I didn't want to pick a fight with a werewolf, especially if they've killed their best friends before.

Midnight explained, "my best friend, Delilah, was a great friend of mine. We were in the same pack and always hunted together. We grew up together. Which is why it was so hard to kill her. But I didn't have a choice. I wanted to leave the pack. They were going to the evil side in this world, and I can't take that. I'm really a good guy, you know? So me and Delilah snuck out together one night, since we were so close. But, when we were far from the pack, she started going nuts. That's when I saw a different side to her - her dark side. Delilah told me she had been plotting to take over the pack and soon the world. She told me to join her, but I refused. So she came at me and nearly ripped my arm off. But, after a brutal fight, I had to kill her or she would destroy the world. I didn't have a choice."