Magical Hostility

Chapter Two

It was getting late so we all head off our separate ways. Once I arrive home, I see my mom waiting for me out on the porch. I walk over to her and hug her tight.

"I can't keep covering for you, Brett. You'll have to find your own excuses to why you're always away," my mom said with a sad frown. My mom also hates the segregation thing, and she knows how I feel, so she covers for me basically everyday to keep me safe.

"Yes, mom. I understand," I say in a quiet, calm voice. We walk inside and basically went straight to bed. The war is in two weeks. I'm not prepared emotionally or physically. I'm old enough and they're going to make me fight. I'm going to fix this somehow.

Next morning, I wake up to a lot of yelling outside. I look outside my window, and I see two male werewolves fighting about something stupid I bet. I head downstairs and got a poptart from the pantry. I sit down and eat peacefully as I read articles about the war. It keeps mentioning that it will be the biggest war in history. I hope it's not, I can't imagine what it would be like to fight against my friends.

I hang out in my room for most of the day. I hear knocking on my window and when I look, I see Asherah in her tiny form, outside. I open the window and she instantly flies in.

I had to go through fairy training for the first time! UGH I hated it!" Asherah whines. I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her predicament.

"Well, warrior Ashaltheria, maybe you need to calm down. It's not lady-like to whine like that," I say in a british voice. Asherah just pouted and took a seat on my bed.

I've known Asherah since I was just a pup. We have been best friends ever since. I don't really remember how we met, but when we did, we clicked. Asherah visits me secretly everyday, and I just can't imagine being in a village that's so strict on rules.

Asherah and I played some video games before it became late and she finally had to go. I bid my goodbyes as she shrunk and flew away from my window.

I get out of bed and head downstairs to get a quick snack. I go back upstairs and get ready for bed. As I lie in bed, drifting into deep sleep, I keep thinking about the war that will commence in three weeks. I don't want to fight my friends, but it seems like I'm going to have to do something if I want to stop this. It's not like asking the leaders to make up is an option especially since they despise each other.

I used to never worry on what will happen to our lives, but now that's all I can do. Worry. Panic. Overthink. I hope we turn out ok, I can't imagine what would happen if I actually hurt one of my friends. I would be living a nightmare if that happened. One thing that I need to do.

I have to stop this.