"Amber, tell us the history of our beloved Saleni," the little girl chimed.
"A land once built by God thousands of years ago is now the home of millions. Witches, vampires, werewolves, Muters, spirits, dragons, dwarves, fairies, and Pixies all lived...
I open the door to see Tyler leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He smells like smoke, earthy scents, and sweat. His hair is wildly combed. "Hey, I brought you some clothes to change into for the tattoo artist. Be there at 11," he says as he leaves and walks to the medical center. I unfold the clothes. It's a thin black top that you're supposed to cut along with short jean shorts. I put the clothes on and put my hair into a messy bun. I pack a bag with extra clothes, a notebook, and some quills. I put some ice in the freezer bag as I walk out to the sitting area. The chairs are curved and made out of Blackwood. There is a glass table with black candles and magazines in a metal organizer. I see a white fur rug that outlines the same Japanese elm wood as my room. I decide to wander around in the meantime and see what else the Guard has. I feel the chilly air whip my face as I walk into the prairie outside. There is a small gazebo near the river in the small opening of the prairie. I see Brea, Autumn, and three other girls sitting on a bench near the river. The tallest of the girls at about Serenity's height has brownish auburn hair in a balayage asymmetrical short hairstyle. This girl has brown eyes with a golden color towards the center and tan skin. The shortest one at about my height has light brown hair with light bluish purple tips fading into white. Her hair is in a ponytail that outlines her chartreuse green eyes. She has fair skin with freckles on her cheeks. The other girl about Eden's height and has long, dark brown diva curls with part of her hair shaved on the side. Her hair has long glamorous streaks of silver and rose gold. Her eyes are silver and her skin olive. All the girls including Brea have a mark on their ankle. It's in the shape of a galaxy crescent moon with three diamond star shapes near the curve part. It says Moonlight. There wolves. I'm glad Brea joined a pack. All five of the girls are wearing jean shorts, black combat boots, and shoulder tops and a necklace with a wolf on it. "Hey! Brea!" I call out. "Amber!" Brea squeals as she comes running over and almost squeezes me to death. Her friends are super confused as she pulls the hug away after about five minutes. "Love ya too, Brea," I say laughing. "Hazel, Sierra, Vivian this is Amber. She is my bestie and also a pro at staying alive. Amber, Vivian has the cool silver eyes, Hazel has the purple tips, and Sierra has the cute, short haircut," Brea says. I realize that all of them have different colored tops. Autumn is wearing green, Brea is wearing yellow, Hazel is wearing dark violet, Vivian is wearing red, and Sierra is wearing turquoise. Each of their crescent moons matches their shirt. I'm guessing its each of their favorite colors. "I have an idea. We should do the wolf tradition. Amber is definitely strong enough to do it. We're all wolves anyways," Sierra says. "Yeah!" Autumn pauses, "Finally I get some action!" "Sorry, Autumn, you're too young," Hazel says. "I didn't even know you were a wolf," I say to Autumn. "Parker was a wolf," she says. "So what are the wolf tournaments?" I ask. Vivian, Sierra, and Hazel are all laughing as Brea says, "It's something wolves do to get to know each other. We fight each other and observe each other's strengths and weaknesses. It's not a huge deal, but I had to do it to become part of the pack," Brea says. "And to find your mate," Sierra emphasizes them when she says it. "Yeah, how's Rexxy doing? You wearing him out yet," Hazel says laughing. "Funny, guys," Brea says rolling her eyes. "Rexxy? Mate? Clarify please," I say confused. "Rex is my mate, and the only others without a mate is Vivian, Blake, Kai, and Roy. The mated as we refer to it are Sierra and Weston, Hazel and Finn, and Rex's parents, Max and Stella, who are also known as the Alpha and Luna of the pack. I'm the youngest in the pack at thirteen, Hazel, Finn, and Rex are fourteen, Sierra and Weston are fifteen, Vivian is sixteen, Blake is seventeen, and Kai and Roy are twenty-two," Brea says. "Yeah, not confusing at all," I say. "I have to go, guys," I say walking away after waving back at them. They return to talking and roughhousing like childish boys. I wonder if all wolf girls are like that in packs of their own. I guess it's hard to know for now. I guess it's the wolf personality in them. I run through the trees following the scent of strong ink and metal. I detect smell better than a lot of people do. It comes in handy being descendants of different creatures. I've finally reached my destination. The place is halfway underground- built into the rocks and earth surrounding it. I see cracked walls of broken stone as mud and moss are covering them. I see one small glass window with bars behind it. Its very small and is near the top of the little place. I open the screechy, heavy oak door as its dark. "Looks like someone's a little eager," a voice in the dark says. I see the shadow of a woman coming closer to me. The intoxicating smell of smoke, leather, cinnamon, and vanilla enter my nostrils. I can see through the little bit of light that this woman is graceful like a feline and as sneaky and clever as a viper. Her leather jacket is tied around her waist tightly while she wears tight, slick leggings and a cute tied T-shirt with a blue tie-dye design. She wears small, slouched, leather heels- barely off the ground to make her steps as light as ever. She comes towards me and stops about two feet away examining me. Her eyes are two different colors swirled together. Her dark, jade and deep violet eyes complement her slick, extremely dark brown hair in a ponytail that falls down slightly past her rib-cage. She's at least two inches taller than me and is at least eighteen with tight, smooth, olive skin. "Raven Harley, but you can call me Raven," she says. "I'm guessing you already know who I am. I think I know what I want to get for a tattoo," I say looking at her tattoos. She has at least eleven different tattoos that are visible. I stare at one of them. A red-violet dream catcher on her right hand. Long ink strands from the dream-catcher wrapped around her arm up until a quarter of her arm. Green feathers hang off of those ink strands wrapped neatly around her skin. The ink looks soaked liked it would on a piece of canvas. She must've worked hard on making the strands a little bolder and more realistic. I know that I get one chance to choose something that will be permanently attached to my skin. I know my decision. "Alright, let's do this," she says as she finally lights a candle. "Why are you part of the Uci Guard? How old are you?" I ask. "Well, I'm a witch. Most witches don't have anywhere to go, and it's not like I'd want to go to the Castle of Tortugas anyways. I refer to it as Witch Hell. I was born Speria of 1999, so I'm nineteen right now. I used to teach younger girls witchcraft, combat, and kindness, but I stopped after I created a monster. If you ever hear the name Ravana, Lamia, or Zurie, don't interact with them. Ravana is pure evil with her two backups. You'd think this is some dumb high school movie," she pauses and laughs with a cold voice, "Ravana is messing with some dangerous things. She used to be so sweet when she was little. I gave her power, I gave her my friendship, sisterhood, and I gave her access to some of the most dangerous weapons on earth. It was my fault. She is only sixteen but full of pure evil and hatred." "I understand now. I won't let my guard down," I respond. She nods and says, "What's your tattoo?" "A quote in navy, blue ink that says 'The scars will heal, but I will suffer,' underneath a howling wolf," I say. "Area?" she asks. "Back, upper right side," I respond. "Size?" she asks. "Size medium," I answer. She grabs a needle and starts to press the sharp point into my back. I feel a piercing sensation. It hurts at first but goes away. I picture myself carving a piece of wood the same way she adds ink to my back in such graceful movement. I imagine myself carving a beautiful dream catcher out of wood like the beautiful one on her wrist. "Your skin is very tough, Amber. It getting harder every second like stone. Luckily, I'm almost done," she says. "Well, it stopped hurting," I say. "That's a bad sign," she responds. "I'm finished but you're turning paler. How bout ya lay down over there," she says pointing towards a bed near the wall. "Heavens Sky! Your skin is turning gray!" she shouts. I look down at my skin. It turns grayer and grayer until its the color of stone. I feel heavy and sleepy. I feel like I'm being dragged down to the bottom of the earth, a core, a pit. My body feels a thud and I'm asleep. It'd be nice if I stayed like this forever, but I don't have forever. I'm trapped, and I can't get back out.
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