The Black Phantom (Werewolf prophecy)

Chp1: The Black Phantom

Once again I find myself sitting on the moist grass. Both the land and I are tainted red with blood, black from the still hot rubble and ash, and bare with the wounds of war.

I know it's not real for I dream about this day more often than not. However I know i won't wake up until the end; unlike the dreams that normal people have I cannot change this one to my liking.

This is a memory of thirteen years ago. Devin, my twin brother, went missing not long before it all started. I now sit alongside the fallen bodies of my parents, a wailing five year old mess of tears that doesn't want to accept the harsh reality that is life. In this case, the lack there of.

A sliver of false hope sparks in my young heart as my father grasps my hand in his. I know what's coming, don't say it, look away before you hurt yourself even more.

"Mommy? Mommy wake up!! Daddy please don't leave me!" The words fall from my younger selves mouth without me wanting them to. I can't control anything, remember?

"Raven, hun, remember we will always love y..." But he never finished his sentence.

"I-I know daddy. I will a-always l-love you guys too." I barely managed out.

My small mind seizes function for a moment before spiraling into a tirant of all my negative emotions as I gaze at the world around me.

My dying clansman cry out as they're struck down by rogues. They died fighting for their family and friends, they died while trying to protect their now fallen alpha. My ears ring with every pained howl and growl from those still standing, the scent of blood stinging my untrained nose.

I fixed my eyes on the monster that is responsible for causing my pain. Above all others, anger was the emotion that boiled the hottest in my young body and red soon clouded my vision. I knew this was not right for I was a pup that had yet to shift.

I didn't take note of the increase in temperature, I didn't realise that it was actual fire that clouded my vision, at that moment I didn't realise it was not burning me. All I saw was Frances Cane, the leader of these animals. In this dream of the past he looks young, about 19 or 20. I wish he was old so he'd be easier to kill.

"YOU KILLED THEM!!! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!!!! THEY NEVER DESEVED TO DIE, AND NOW YOU WILL ALL PAY!!!" I yelled at the rogues with an unknown source of confidence.

"What the..." Cane mumbled stepping back into the crowed.
'No, he ain't going anywhere.' I remember thinking. Yes, he will.

The raging flames from within me exploded, they materialized and lashed out at the enemy. I took joy in hearing their screams- no I shouldn't have!
I willed some of my fire into large balls and sent them out, spreading the fire everywhere burning all, or so I thought.

"I'll be back my dearest, just you wait and see! Even though there is no use, you're still a little girl so you'll most definitely die. Whether its from hunger or even by my hand, you'll meet your fate my little Raven, just like your pathetic parents!" Cane's voice boomed loud over all the screams and cries as he disappeared completely into the darkness of the surrounding forest.

My anger was suppressed by sorrow. My fire extinguished by the heaven's showers, odly there were no clouds in the sky before now. Were they mocking me? My fire took everything with it, the once beautiful field and the fallen bodies were now reduced to nothing but ash that the rude wind blew away. I reached a shaking hand out as a sob escaped my burning throat. I didn't get to say goodbye, they never had a decent burial.
Colour came into my blurry vision as the red melted away and rogue tears fell down my cheeks. New grean grass, flowers, trees... the plants were growing at an alarmingly fast rate until all lapsed into silence. I could finally think.

The raging fire that bent to my will, the wind, the plants, the spontaneous rainfall... I'm an elemental! As wonderful as that news was at the time, I couldn't bring myself to smile just yet. It really would've been better if I had my family and pack still with me. But everyone I knew, was now gone.

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'Grey converse, bootleg jeans, Tokyo Ghoul T-shirt, no make-up, naturally straight onyx black hair with foamy blue eyes that look as dull as ever... WHAT THE HELL RAVEN?! I told you to look pretty!'

Did you now? Well it's too late for that. Reese, my odly red furred blue-eyed inner wolf, thinks I'm underdressed for school today.

'Not just any day my ignorant Raven Evens, its your 18th BIRTHDAY! Cough, mate, cough, awakening, double cough!'

'Carry on with your stupid yelling and we won't go hunting tonight.' Now that shut her up. I went back to staring at my cold coffee, deep in thought.

Reese is not wrong. At any given time from today I could find my mate which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't a bad idea if you forget about the possibility of rejection. Not that I've ever had a boyfriend before or anything, it's just that I don't really want to be tied down so early in my life. He could solve my problem of extinction though. What if it's a she?

Besides my deceased grandmother, my missing brother and I are the only elemental werewolves that I know of. It passed a generation in our family. We're even more rare than white wolves.

'Oi! School child, are you forgetting?' Oh right. I got up to fetch my bag.

Now about the house,well mansion. Ever since my whole pack 'vanished' by night and I was the only one who came to school after years, everyone from the neighbouring packs, namely the Eclipse pack and the Full Moon pack, thought that i was a rogue who killed them all. Yes, for me it is possible because I can wield all the elements of nature but they don't know that so, really? I was only 5 and I would never kill my parents! Not then nor if they still were alive now.

Anyway, warriors were sent to investigate my pack house during the night. The pack house was redesigned by a friend of mine; before I tweeked with it, the house lights would automatically switch on if an intruder were to enter. So if someone enters when I'm enjoying my beauty sleep, I used to dress into my mom's old black hood/cloak kinda thing, get a scythe and scare them off. Soon after I was named The Black Phantom or Grim Reaper. Luckily that story died down but one thing led to another..... bullying.

I contemplated weather or not I should kill them all but (in a sense) they are innocent and it will attract unwanted attention so no. The other packs are just scared they they will meet the same fate.

'Are you finally going to ride your bike to school? You haven't rode on it once since you bought it. Well, won it.'

'I'll ride it tomorrow or some other time.' I sighed walking out the front door past my black beauty with neon green patterns. What a drag.