Ch-4 Wolfboy

  Deep within the forest, it was a gloomy night. The full moon light up the land, and magical beasts were at their peak. The beasts of the forest were out for the hunt. Their prey? A human---Eryndor.

  A small child, holding some herbs, ran as the moonlight guided his path. It was Eryndor, 9 months prior.

  Eryndor was running from the beasts chasing him, an escape was impossible, Eryndor was being toyed with. The beasts were merciless, they followed Eryndor to the end of the forest, giving him hope that he could run and be safe. On reaching near the city outpost Eryndor was relieved. ‘Help-’ Eryndor tried shouting but a beast stopped him.

  The beast ripped out Eryndor’s arm. Eryndor let out a gut wrenching cry but no voice could be heard. The beast began dragging him back by his clothes.

  Eryndor tried resisting, both the beast and the pain, but it was too much for a child like him. Still Eryndor desperately clung on to his consciousness and desire to live.

  The beast dragged him back into the forest, the blood leaving behind a trail. The beast threw him in the middle of an open area as more beasts began rushing in.

  He couldn’t escape-----Eryndor was surrounded. The little boy terrified as the blue furred wolfs began circling around him. Terrified, Eryndor pulled out an old dagger from his belt, with him still bleeding.

  Pointing the dagger at beasts, he spoke ‘Sta----y awa-a-y, don’t come any clo---ser.’

  From far he heard a howl and wind began flowing, the wind slowly picked up speed, it was getting faster and faster. A barrier of wind was formed around the wolves, the beast had borrowed the power of wind to trap Eryndor.

  The beasts came to a stop and began staring Eryndor, they took light steps closer to him and pounced on him. The terrified little kid waved around the dagger as the beast tore through his flesh. Blood gushed out of his wounds. The beast tore through his neck, his head now lied in front watching his body that was being devoured by the beast as he lost consciousness.

  The winds died down, and the beasts chewed on the torso of the dead boy as his head lied on the other side. Suddenly the heads of the wolves chewing down on Eryndor went flying. It was so quick that before any of them could learn about the situation, all of their heads were separate from their bodies.

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  A two legged creature wearing a cloak, appeared from the thick forest canopy. It was a human, thin and strong, wearing a pale white face with no emotions on it, carrying a sword around his waist.

  ‘You are the child Theodore sent back, don’t disappoint me I will be waiting.’ Spoke the man.

  He took out his sword and planted it in the ground near his head. ‘This is a gift for you. Take it when you are worthy of it.’

  The weirdly strong man disappeared leaving behind the sword, and the carcasses. Time passed and now the moon was overhead.

  Earth began shaking and the carcasses turned to dust. Eryndor’s head was floating and the all the dust began flowing to the head. The dust began spinning around the head. A huge explosion of light followed soon after. The light returned back to the darkness it came from leaving behind a naked blonde man lying there.

  The man twitched, his entire body pulsed. The man began floating in air. His body was transforming, blue fur growing out of his body and face changing into that of a canine.

  The man was turning into----A werewolf.

  He was unconscious as he transformed and fell to the ground. The instincts took over the unconscious man and he began running towards the creek. Many monsters were there in his path he bypassed them all; they all just lost their lives.

  The man’s eyes opened slowly as he was regaining consciousness. He was approaching the creek. There was a scent that was making him angry, the closer he got to it the stronger the scent got, the scent of an alpha. The scent of an opponent.

  The man was awake, and standing in front of him was the alpha of the pack. The blue beast. Though the man was awake he was overcome by his anger and instincts, he jumped towards the wolf.

  A battle begun, both sides desperately fought for victory. But the end was a draw. The beast fled back into the gloom of the forest, as the sun rose on the creek.

  The man gained back the control over his body and the fur was going back to where it came from, slowly he was back to his former naked self.

  He collapsed right where he was standing.

  -break-

  Vulcan began laughing, so hard that he choked on his own breath.

  ‘Kid you are the best storyteller I have ever seen.’ He spoke before continuing to laugh once more.

  Vulcan between his laugh continued. ‘So, You were attacked by wolves. And died, YOU!’ He pointed at Eryndor. ‘Then when the next thing you remember is fighting toe to with a wind wolf alpha, while being transformed into a werewolf variant.’

  Eryndor didn’t like how Vulcan was making fun of him, but he couldn’t say anything. He needed the sword, so he kept mum.

  The Drunk Dwarf looked at him, before wheezing once more. ‘What makes you so sure you died back there?’

  Eryndor with the most serious expression on his face spoke ‘My headless dead body, which I buried with my own two hands.’

  Vulcan stopped laughing, he must have realized Eryndor wasn’t joking. ‘Oh! You are still continuing the act.’

  Eryndor was pissed. ‘You are a impossible, Vulcan. I am leaving.’ Spoke Eryndor as he stood up from his chair.

  He grabbed the sword and asked ‘How much?’

  Vulcan waved his hand and spoke ‘Just take it, if it didn’t had a ego it would have been long gone.’

  ‘That’s not nice, Vulcan.’ The spoke the voice in Eryndor’s mind.

  Eryndor thanked Vulcan as he left. When he was at the doorstep, a voice called for him from behind.

  ‘Best of luck for the exam, Wolfboy.’ Spoke Vulcan.

  Eryndor smirked and left without looking back.

  Now finally it was time for his third and final attempt at becoming an adventurer.