We searched around, looking for what makes this room special, for what the riddle was talking about, but from the looks of this place, we weren't the first to set foot here. I walked around looking carefully on these stuffed creatures, looking for something possibly missed or for something that could get us out of this place.
The creatures seemed so alive, as if they have been not long ago and had a strange aura around them. The longer we searched, the more crowded the place felt, as if there were more and more beings in there with us. I was busy admiring a finely crafted sword, with a sharp and curved end on the blade. It had strange markings on the blade, and Ciri made them out to be some form of enchantments.
I'm not certain about how long we were stuck in there, but it was definitely a tiring experience and me and Ciri both were getting quite annoyed by this room, and she even tried blowing the wall up, but something was holding it impenetrable, some sort of magic field. I took the sword and decided to keep it as my main weapon and right after I sheathed the weapon onto my back, Ciri noticed a door stuck between some vines.
I head over to the door, and tried using my hands to break the vines apart, but they were as tough as a century year old tree, not even my wolf managed to cut them apart. I returned to my normal form and grabbed my new sword and gave a swing. The swords letters or strange markings glowed in a fiery red and deep purple as I swung the blade and it cut right through the vines and lit them ablaze, clearing the door.
The relief in our eyes were extremely noticeable, as it has been a long time in this room. I grab the door handle and pull back my hand, as something has left a little cut on my finger and I kinda freeze. I was disorientated and everything started to glow around the outer edges of my vision and Ciri was missing. I didn't notice this at first and I turned around to see where she was. That's when I saw a giant bear lunging at me. I yelled at Ciri to get out of the way, but that's when I realized she was gone.
I could hear her talking to me, she was kinda freaked out, but there was a noticeable enjoyment in her voice, becoming more noticeable as time goes on and that confused me even more. Waves and waves of these stuffed animals came to life and attacked me, but they would vanish in a single strike of mine. Ciri's voice was fainter at one point and then louder again at another and it came from all directions in my head.
One by one these creatures disappear and as I sheath my sword, I black out...
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Met By Moonlight:
WerewolfI am Malacath. Born as the rarest type of Werewolf. This is my journey, from being average in my class, not the best, but luckily not the worst, to how everything changed since my 18th birthday. Set in a medieval era with a fantasy setting, with D...