The Dramatic Tale of Mareyn

Chapter 11: the bone

"We start at the beginning... Hallow's Eve 2002. Our founder, Dark, was alone and struggling in a cruel world. In his presence, you could feel the dark power. Everyone was too scared to talk to him, even teachers. This made him lonely and only fueled the dark burning rage in his abyss i's. He would wear dark clothes to express his feelings in a way that didnt hurt anyone.

"Still he continued, trying to preserve the darkness. He looked for darkness in everyone's souls, and soon he had gathered a band of 5 followers. One was named blood. Blood was his most loyal supporter. He had amazing speaking skills and recruited many to thier side. Another was named Soul. Soul had the ability to flood people with darkness. Bone could make anything sing with beautiful darnkess. Midnight was able to create any beautifully dark object, image or carving. Dirt could capture light in any object and sucked the joy out of all rooms he walked into.

"Dark was happy with his group. He and the group became well known in the school and was finally respectid. Kids would get out of the way for them. Most of all they could do the things they enjoyed art band and edginess!

"Like all things, though, the peace didn't last forever. When dark and his band entered seventh grade, there was a traitor."

"Dirt?" Mareynblood guessed. Darkblood nodded.

"Dirt. He had been working with a hunter of wolfes. The sacred creed of every Darkblood was and is that harming any creature of darkness is forbiden!

"Dark and his crew knew not of this secret, until easter of 2004. Blood had heard Dirt talking to the hunter. He knew that he needed to tell Dark, but he needed proof. So he met Dirt outside of school and confronted him, using his skills to reveal Dirt's secret. He rushed to the band room and brought the traitor to Dark.

"With that Dark exiled Dirt and tracked down the hunter. Dark killed the hunter using his powers.

"He was horrified, seeing the bones of wolfs. He stole all of them back to the school and presented them to the Darkbloods. repulsed, they decided that they would need to find an honorable use for them.

"That's when Midnight and Bone suggested an idea. They would use the wolfs bones to create instruments and artist tools. They all agreed with this, and that is how everything in this room was created. Midnight carved the instruments, Soul infused them with darkness, and Bone made them sound sweet as a singing crow that didn't sound ugly. The darkness was awoken ."

"But what about the Lyre? What makes it special?" Mareynblood asked.

"I'm getting to that," Darkblood replied, nodding.

"They realized that Dark had mistakenly taken also the bones of the hunter. Enraged and disgusted, they all wanted to burn them. All but Midnight. She suggested that she and Bone could turn the bones into an instrument, a lyre. They would call it Wolf's Wrath. She told the team that if they could fuse Dirt's soul with the instrument, they would be able to transfer his power into it. Dark approved of this idea, and he and Blood set out to kill Dirt and fuse his soul with the instrument.

"They lured Dirt into the band room one day after school and trapped him. They all combined their souls and dissolved Dirt's. Bone infused a sour, mourning cry into the lyre's strings and Midnight made the hunter's bones into the lyre, carving intricate patterns that sang of darkest stories. It was perfect, almost perfect. But it was missing one element, Dirt's power.

"So they took the remains of his soul and fused it into the instrument. The carvings would capture the light, the strings would sing, and the hunter's bone would always cry. Eventually we took the name of the two leaders, Dark and Blood."

"Wow" Mareynblood said, holding the lyre up to the light. It shone, but there was no glow around it. Capturing the light. Darkblood nodded, his eyes faraway.

"You are worthy of it, Mareynblood." Darkblood said, bowing his head slightly. "The first since Dark, Blood, Soul, Bone and Midnight."

"I will take this one." The Darkbloods all knelt. Mareynblood stood, and they all chanted her name.

"Mareynblood! Mareynblood! Mareynblood! Mareynblood!"

"Thank you," MareynBlood, and strummed a chord. The sound reverberated harshly. The sound was not sweet as she expected, rather, it was grating and deathly, yet there was a certain charm to it that she could not describe or understand, charming like the howls of ghosts and wolfs and death. Charming like the deep abyss i's of Gyrblood's, Darkblood's, and her's. Not the enchanting sort of charm like Hyacinths, and Lykoses, but the charm of an inescapable trap.

But, MareynBlood wondered what would happen to her friends. How would they fare without her? She glanced over to the side. Hyacinth kept the same steady sadness, but Sierra looked lick a tummatoe.

,' MaREYN! HLEP, ME!" She shreeked. "This is all YO'EUR FAULT!" SHE KICKED AT THE LAMPPOST! AMD PUT A FOOT SHAPED DENT IN IT! "THE DARKBLOODS KILLED LYKOSSSAGAIN!"

"BLOODLESS!" MAREYNblood HISSED, BUT WAS ALMOSR CRYING BUT NOBOTY COULD TELL. "BLOODLESS! DO NOT SPEAK DURING THE CEREMONIE! YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER! AND I AM MAREYNBLOOD! BLOODLESS AND A FOOL"

"You're right, Mareynblood,.,..." Darkblood hissed, stepping beside her. "I-"

Aria cut him off bravely. " YOU CAN'T BE OUR FRIEND ANYMORE!"

"Friend? When was I the friend of a bloodless?" Mareynblood hissed. Immediately she felt the swell of blood in her soul. Second rank.?.?. Imposible. She strummed the lyre, Wolf's wrath onse more and The bloodlesses quieted. "You're worse than a Dirt!" Everyone gasped. She felt rillie bad. But blood rushed in her soul and she felt better but still even worse.

Then she heard a ringing sound. The bell had rung! But since! They were! In the! Band room! They did! Not hear! It's sound! It was soundproof since the darkbloods were horrible at playing.

Darkblood swept his arm to the side once more. The darkbloods allknelt. The blood in their souls overflowed , filling them with darkness. And they parted ways for the day as they streamed out the doar.