Wolf Eyes

I never liked fairytales. They are nothing but fake stories made to make children believe that fairys, goblins, and elfs were all real. My father always tells me then every night when I go to sleep, even when I ask him not to he stills does.

The sun was shining as usual. My father had went out to the market. I was painting a flower, flowers always calmed me down during any of my moods, I also liked picking flowers. I keep them in my room.

"Open up this is the watcher!" I hear a voice say from my front door. I open it only to see my idiot friend Gabby. She always loved to joke about everything and anything.

"Haha very funny. Everybody knows the watcher isn't real." I say rolling my eyes. "Yeah well you know I like to play jokes on you!" She says coming inside my home.

Gabby always comes over when my father isn't home. Since my dad doesn't like her, or her family. I like Gabby but I also don't like her. She never takes anything serious. She has to at least joke about something.

"So what are painting today?" She says lifting herself up and down. "The same thing I always paint. Flowers." I say finishing the last peddle.

Gabby sits something on the table. I look over only to see a letter. I walk over to table and pick up the letter, Gabby launches at me and pulls the letter out of my hand. "Hey what's your problem?!"

"The mail man said not to open it until your father gets home!" And you know I would never disobey him!" She says slamming the letter back on the table.

We both hear the door open slowly. I yell at Gabby to jump out of the window, she does so and leaps out of window. I hear her yelp a little bit. My dad walks into the house with a bunch of food. "Hey froggy mind helping me store the food?"

Froggy is a nickname my father gave me after my mom past away from the 'black death'. I do so and help put away the food. After Im done I go upstairs to my room. My father follows behind me. "So how's the flowers doing?" My father says following me into my room.

I show him my painting and my real followers. He nods proudly as if he is proud of me for keeping them alive. I also like to have something to keep alive. It's as if I'm keeping a pet.

I wake up from a deep sleep hearing a howl. It sounds like a wolf. I go to my window and look out to see if I can spot out the creature, I see a shadow shift in the darkness. The shadow is know under my window, I look into the beautiful creatures eyes. It's eyes are the color of the moonlight mist.

"Hi there little thing." I say still looking into it's eyes. "Hello there!, you need to leave right now!." Wait did that wolf just talk to me? I must me loosing my mind, it has to be a dream. Right?

I wake up in cold sweat. It is still dark outside, but I can tell the sun is about to arise. I look outside my window and look down. I see nothing.

The dream felt so real, as if it was a warning of some sort. I tip-toe to my father's room to see if he's sleeping. "He's still asleep good." I say tip-toeing back to my room, I grab my bag and pack my things. I don't know what I'm doing but I have a feeling it will save my life.

I run outside, panting and sweating with every step. This is crazy, I'm crazy, that wolf is even crazier!. "Hey willow where are you going?" I hear a voice call out from the side. It's Gabby. She calls out to me from her window, I wave at her with a smile and keep running to the forest.

I'm finally in the forest. The forest near our village was known for our forest to glow. No matter how dark it is or how light it is, the forest never stops glowing.

Crack!

I hear a tree branch. "Hello is anyone there?" I say tuning around. A shadow figure jumped out at me, it jumps on me and licks me all over. It's as if it knows me, "Woah! What the-" The figure then reveal itself. It look exactly like the wolf that was in my dream.

"I'm glad your finally hear!" It says shifting into a boy?. His hair is ginger colored. He has frekles all over his face and body, his eyes are a misty blue, and he has wolf ears instead of human ears.

"Who are you!" I say rising up from the ground. The boy sticks his hand out and smiles. I grab his hand and shake it, while we are shaking hands he says, "My name is Fenix. I am your guide for life!"

What is he taking about? My guide to life, "I thought my guide to life was God?." Fenix laughs like a hyena. I can tell he thinks it s a joke, but I don't. Since my family is christen, we take religion very seriously.

"So are you ready?" Fenix says raising his eye-brows. I look at him with confusion, "ready? Ready for what?" Fenix grabs my arm and dashes. Fenix was running so fast as if he was a cheetah but faster.

"Where are we?"