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Werewolves vs Satyrs (Part 2)

Written by: I'm still not telling you

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It was six years after Lizzie first became a satyr, and she was enjoying her new life. All the satyrs treated each other like family, which really was all Lizzie ever wanted. Stampy, the satyr who brought Lizzie to the satyr lands, was almost like her brother. He taught her how to play the flute and how to read and write amongst other things. It was a common satyr belief that everyone, no matter the gender should be able to learn.

"You see Lizzie, we, unlike those dumb mutts, believe that everyone should be able to get an education! It's why we are the superior magical race to Werewolves." Stampy would say.

A Satyr school day was only five hours starting at ten in the morning and ending at three for only five days a week. At least two hours of the school day would be math, english, language, magic, and biology (or medicine for the older Fuans). Depending on the day of the week (for instance Monday) two hours would be focused on a subject like two hours of math or magic. Then a thirty-minute lunch break and the other thirty minutes would be whatever the students wanted to do, nap, play music, play games etc. Afterward one hour of gym, mostly climbing since most satyr homes are in trees and not on the ground. And finally, music since that's one of the most important things to a Satyr.

Besides five hours of learning, Lizzie would go explore the satyr land with her friends. Climbing the tall trees and hiding in bushes to scare adults. Sometimes Lizzie would be grounded from exploring because of going too far out of an adults view, and being contained isn't really Lizzie's forte. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never convince Stampy to let her go explore outside of the Satyr village. "Not until you're eighteen!" Stampy would say.

But today, Lizzie wouldn't listen. Now sixteen Lizzie wasn't going to listen to Stampy holding her back any longer. So, one night while Stampy (and probably the rest of the village) was asleep Lizzie went out into the woods. But she wasn't an idiot, she took Stampys pan pipes (which is like a flute but not) with her. Sure, she stole it, but she had a feeling those pipes were special and maybe even magical. You can never be sure what beast is lurking in the woods.

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On the Werewolves side of the forest, Dan didn't get the luxury that Lizzie was having. Werewolves had it much harder than the satyrs, and often times Dan was told to hide under his bed for some unknown reason. Stacy was his mentor, though she was a motherly figure to Dan. Since Werewolves lived in a pack everyone addressed each other as they were neighbors, not family since they're all working to improve their pack and not too much on the relationships with one another.

One of the common lectures Dan would hear from Stacy was, "Nothing and I mean nothing gets in the way of the pack. The pack always comes first little pup."

Werewolves didn't have school since they don't really have the time to stop and teach the pups how to play an instrument or how to do magic. A pup was lucky if they were taught how to read, write, and do simple math. Dan was one of the lucky ones since he already knew how to do that, but Stacy never let him stop learning. Unlike other pups, Dan learned leadership skills, simple magic, Werewolf history, etc. Dan was being treated as if he was going to be the next alpha, always being pushed harder and learning things other pups couldn't get their paws on.

But in a Werewolf pack, there was a job for everyone even the ones who were illiterate or those who knew more than others. Pups (5-8) would help make clothing or anything the weavers of the pack needed them to do. Pups from nine to thirteen would help defend the territory with the adults by lookouts or scouts since they were fast and sneaky. Fourteen and fifteen-year-olds would help with renovating caves since werewolves don't live in buildings. Then the teens from ages sixteen to nineteen went hunting, Dan being in this category.