Derek marinated the question with an anxious look spread upon his face like grim butter. He clutched his hand and lifted it up to his neck. He let his fingers loosen and feel the warm pulse. "It's slowing down." He whispered, his face turning a blank red. He fell to the ground. Hazel's eyes lit up with great fear like a moons on a winter night. She slowly brought her hand close to her chest and gasped, the cold air making a cloud from her breath. Derek coughed miserably and shifted to his side. "We need to go." he said, his heavy voice becoming airy. Hazel's eyes immediately came back to her normal color and she covered her nose. She grabbed Derek from under his stomach and she pulled his up to his feet. He stumbled to the ground again. Was Hazel to carry him out of the forest? What if there wasn't an end to it?
Derek's eyes turned a purple red as he coughed dramatically. His hands clutched again, but this time as hard as his could. He clutched so hard it drew a grey blood. Hazel knew what was happening. Derek's ears grew pointy and hairy. His face turned hairy like a grizzly bear and his body turned hairy and long. His hands puffed out like he was infected and hair grew. His claws slipped out like blades. He stood to his four paws and looked at Hazel with his glowing almonds of wicked magic. With a snarl, he darted off through the crackly bushes. Hazel, who was expecting to climb onto his back and ride off out of the forest, stood there, alone and waiting to die.
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasyOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
