Blood Moon
In the dark twisted woods, known by locals as the Dead Woods, lived a wolf pack. They were deadly, anyone who crossed them disappeared. But even the fiercest warriors have their weak links. The Sandré, as they were called, hid in the deepest depths of the cave, a secret so dark it would terrify the most vile soul. In that cave lived a midnight black wolf who was known by the name Darque. She was a young wolf, and why they had her locked away, why they were terrified of her, was because of her disposition. She was the most kind hearted being anyone has ever met. Absurd, you might say, that this warrior tribe could possibly have a girl this sweet, the girl who stopped to smell the flowers, or chat with the birds on the home from
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I just don’t want to hurt him,” Darque always acted like this. One minute, she was excited, pouncing on Rafe, trying to get him to teach her to act like a wolf, the next moment, she was sitting, staring at the ground. “He didn’t do anything”.
“But this is what we are, what we do. We are hunters, if you don’t catch food, you die of starvation. It is how we are, we can’t change that,” Darque tried to interrupt, but he kept talking, “But that isn’t it. We are wolves, the squirrels and other forest animals are afraid of us, and it is just as it should be. We live to be feared, we enjoy it, we thrive in it," After, he finished talking, Rafe stalked off and disappeared into the trees.
“I understand. But I just can’t be like that,” Darque murmured to herself, watching the sun go down and disappear into a midnight blue. As the moon rose, she saw it was eerily glowing red. A blood moon, she thought to herself. Little did Darque know, this wasn’t a normal blood moon. It was a special kind, the kind that only happened once every thousand years. Something happens to those who witness this special moon. A change, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
As Darque turned and sauntered back into her home, the blood red moon faded back to its pale white glow, and the wolves began to
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It was Rafe. “Calm down.”
“No! He can’t be! He just apologized!” By now she was sobbing into Rafe’s shoulder.
“I know. I heard. I know it’s going to be hard, but you have to continue living. It won’t do him or anyone of our pack if we can’t help them. We need to go, now.”
“If I hadn’t argued with you, if I just went along with you, if we left earlier, he would be okay. It’s my fault. It’s my fault,” whispered Darque hysterically.
“It isn’t your fault, Darque. Though this really isn’t helping anyone. So snap out of it!” She nodded meekly, and he trotted down the tunnel, her trailing behind.
“Look!” called Rafe out sharply. “Its some sort of cage.” Darque sniffed the air delicately. Then cried out in joy.
“Rafe! They’re here.” Her eyes focused in on the cage. “They look like… they’re… sleeping?” She took in a deeper smell this time. “Wait, I can smell something else to chamomile and mint?”
Rafe cocked his head to the side, and then his eyes glimmered with understanding. “Remember how we couldn’t smell our pack? It was probably the mint. The chamomile smell might explain the sleep.”
“Hey Rafe, I know this probably isn’t the time, but why were you away from base? Why didn’t you get taken
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
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“Maybe we should ask around to see if anyone had noticed you dropping the necklace.” Monsieur said.