|~*Prologue*~|

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A little girl with cinnamon spice hair and blue eyes like water, was being chased by a young adult male with shaggy brown hair, and eyes that are green ,copper and blue mixed eyes. "You can't get me Centon!" The little girl yells, running faster around the border of the house "I'll get you if its the last thing I do, Emara!" Yelled Centon to the little girl, Emara, stopped and turned around. Only to be picked up and put on his shoulders. She laughed smiling "Come in for dinner youngsters!" A deep male voice called. "Yes papa!" The two said in sync, running quickly to the house.
Emara, Centon and Papa sat down at a table with food on top. Fried chicken, vegetables, and some water to wash it down. Emara looked up and suddenly thought of a question to ask, " Why do we never go into the forest?", She asked in a curious voice. Her fathers fork hit the floor as he abruptly sat up, then started to speak. "Emara, there is a wolf out there with that will hurt you. Never go into the forest. Ever." He finished. The rest of the time they were silent, the only noise was their forks scraping the plates as they ate.
Eventually it was time to go to bed, Emara went to her bedroom. It was wide, with wood flooring and light blue painted walls with little wolves with blue eyes and their fur the color of her red hair painted on as well. She walked over to her bed and sat on it, and faced the window. She could see the forest, and simethibg moved on the edge,
there was a and large, limping, black wolf.

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