It was winter and the snow had come down quite early this year. I was fuming over what had just happened. My parents refused to allow me to have a dog as a pet. I had been pestering them for months and at last, “No means no and that’s final!”
This winter proved to be much more interesting than the previous winters. Mum and dad brought me to Uncle Jesse’s ranch for the holiday. On the second morning, I went exploring around the ranch. I noticed a little unusual heap with a little pinkish, red colour that looked like blood…it really was blood. The pile started to move and two eyes stared at me, I was petrified. Shaking of the snow and standing up, I could see the blood-soaked underside of that of a wolf, an albino wolf.
It was a female and apparently, she was giving birth. It turned out that she gave birth to two live pups and one dead pup. My heart went out to her. She was weak and hungry, and she laid back down on the snowy ground and her pups just suckled on without a care. They were both males, almost hairless except for a hint of grayish white fur here and there.
I quickly ran back into the bamboo house to get a piece of steak (as I always do when I meet a stray, except that this time, it was a wolf) from the fridge. My instinct warned me not to tell my parents and uncle for they might shoot the wolves. Hurriedly, I strode back to the wolf and her pups. At first, she didn’t quite trust me and flinched when I held out the steak towards her. However, hunger overcame her and she eventually took it gently but hastily from my hand, and gobbled it down gratefully. I fed her till she was full.
I named her Arianne but I call her Ari. Soon, we became great friends and I was quite blessed for a solitary animal to become tame enough for me to hug and cuddle. Sometimes, I had to hide her when one of my family members showed up. Her pups were getting stronger and of course, fatter and cuter too! They were so so so cute. I named one Ken and the other, Copper. Besides that, Ari’s deep wolf call is extremely eerie. One time, Uncle Jesse came into my hut and told me he had heard a wolf call, and he looked outside and caught a glimpse of a white wolf trotting near the trees, and that he was planning to shoot it and sell its fur. I almost jumped out of my seat with fright and anger. I guess I was lucky as the holiday had almost come to an end. It was time that I planned a way to bring Ari and her family with me to California.
Mum found out that the package of steak we brought down from home was almost empty. She questioned me and well, I lied, all the way. Lied, lied, lied. I didn’t want Ari, Ken and Copper to get caught and shot. It’s a smaller evil for a greater good, right? Then, came the time the hols ended and I had to go back to Cali. I had already planned everything and I certainly wasn’t going to leave the wolves behind. I silently smuggled the heavy wolf and her month old pups up the truck that was going to take us home and camouflaged them with some brown and white rugs. Quite soon, we said our goodbyes and I nervously sat in the back seat with my teeth chattering partly because I was afraid and partly because it was darn cold.
Just when I was calming down, the wolf pups started to scratch the back screen of our truck. Dad stopped at the roadside and went to check out what was happening. “Ahhh *&^%#!!!” Came from his lips and my mum scolded him for using foul language in front of me. “Honey, what is wrong with you?” My mum was puzzled when he rushed back and got a gun out of the gun compartment. I immediately stepped out of the car, tugged at the gun and yelled at him. “You can’t shoot them! Don’t, please don’t. They’re my friends, see…” I said, while petting Ari’s head, soothing her as she growled deeply, knowing the danger she was in. My parents were astounded. Mum started to talk to daddy about this issue and I just sat at the back of the truck, fingers crossed.
The long awaited time at last, came. Both mummy and daddy were smiling. So, it went like this. Dad decided that since I wanted a pet so much, I’ll take responsibility for feeding, cleaning, washing and house training the wolves. But, I had to promise that once we got home, I was to bring them to the vet and get them injected just in case of rabies and such. Of course, using my pocket money which wasn’t much. I hugged him and bounced around, I just couldn’t stop talking! I guess that that’s what happens when you are just so happy.
So now, here they are: Arianne, Ken, Copper and Copper’s mate, Delilah (a purebred German Shepherd) with their 3 lively puppies. Ken and Copper are both grown up now, it seems that time passes very fast indeed. And Ari, my big girl, just seems as majestic as before.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The Confession
I found myself in front of my laptop. Again. I glanced at the clock. It was 6 o'clock in the morning. I didn't think about the time, I just chuckled and continued to chat with my online American and Austrailian friends.
Freedom. It was six o'clock, but who cared? Mum, dad, my two bossy siblings, they were all in school. Ha, I loved the freedom, abused it too. It was good to go to afternoon school. No one to hound you. No one to nag. My homework was still, after two days, strewn, unfinished, on the floor. Yes. The floor.
I looked at the 6 foot mirror that dad got me for my 13th birthday. I looked like a panda. Well, not as fat as one, in fact, I looked almost anorexic. It was the black eyes (or the black bags under my eyes), the ones that were so obvious on my pale skin which reminded me of a panda. I ignored the continuous growling that came from my stomach. My mouth was dry and my bladder was full.
Internet was a drug, my drug. The life in which there was no hunger, no pain. It was my secret, my private life. It was cool to let people think I was 19 or 24 years old. It felt great to be respected, to have people take your advice, to be trusted. I had an active account on every single virtual site, I chatted, blogged, sold stuff on E-bay. You name it, I did it.
Hours passed without me noticing. I finally got up and went downstairs. I threw out the breakfast that mum made for me. It was way past breakfast time anyway. The porridge from Food Avenue was pretty satisfying, but half of it went to the dog.
I struggled. My homework piled up. My health deteriorated. My real life was gone. My big dreams were dashed. Until someone came, and changed it all. He changed everything, He changed me and made me what I am today.
He was, and is God.
Freedom. It was six o'clock, but who cared? Mum, dad, my two bossy siblings, they were all in school. Ha, I loved the freedom, abused it too. It was good to go to afternoon school. No one to hound you. No one to nag. My homework was still, after two days, strewn, unfinished, on the floor. Yes. The floor.
I looked at the 6 foot mirror that dad got me for my 13th birthday. I looked like a panda. Well, not as fat as one, in fact, I looked almost anorexic. It was the black eyes (or the black bags under my eyes), the ones that were so obvious on my pale skin which reminded me of a panda. I ignored the continuous growling that came from my stomach. My mouth was dry and my bladder was full.
Internet was a drug, my drug. The life in which there was no hunger, no pain. It was my secret, my private life. It was cool to let people think I was 19 or 24 years old. It felt great to be respected, to have people take your advice, to be trusted. I had an active account on every single virtual site, I chatted, blogged, sold stuff on E-bay. You name it, I did it.
Hours passed without me noticing. I finally got up and went downstairs. I threw out the breakfast that mum made for me. It was way past breakfast time anyway. The porridge from Food Avenue was pretty satisfying, but half of it went to the dog.
I struggled. My homework piled up. My health deteriorated. My real life was gone. My big dreams were dashed. Until someone came, and changed it all. He changed everything, He changed me and made me what I am today.
He was, and is God.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Wolf Whispers.
I have been working on this story since last year. Updates will come, slowly. I doubt I'll ever finish this eventhough I know the ending. I guess I'll just post the ending and build up the story from there. I still have much to go.
Wolf Whispers
Drenched and with terror gripping her heart, Leia knew that there was no more escaping. Behind her, a mountain of rocks blocked her escape route. In the darkness, several evil, gleaming eyes advanced on her. The pack which had chased her for two days were getting impatient and hungry. In a split second, a mighty paw hit her, knocking her unconscious.
#1 Chapter: The Beginning
The winds blew rapidly then steadily and rapidly again, announcing the birth of Mirage’s newborn litter, the second litter this year. She had spent the entire night giving birth in a cozy cave and was exhausted. After her energy has rejuvenated, Mirage would take her time to kill them, all four of them. The squirming pups, innocent and oblivious to the danger, continued suckling. Like her first litter of pups, the second was going to go too. Mirage did not want anyone else but her in line for the throne. In her pack, she was the dominant female.
Even Mozart, father of the pups, could not stop her. The other members of the pack, which were her own grown up pups from last year and the year before that, could not do anything but submit to her wishes. None of them dared to challenge her. Those that tried to do so walked away wounded as lone wolves or brought some of their siblings along with them. The pack was growing smaller and smaller each day. But food was now plentiful, so Mirage did not care whether or not they were there, she could hunt by herself.
Mirage had a box with her wherever she went. The box was just bite size, convenient enough for Mirage to carry it around. She never allowed any other wolf near to her box. In it, was a parchment that was very much important to her. The valuable parchment had been seduced out of one of Heaven’s wayward angels who had in the end, been thrown into the fires of hell. Engraved on the parchment was…a poem, a prophesy, whatever you want to call it.
“Insert poem-like prophecy here (I'm too lazy to think it up right now)”
Mozart, alpha male and father of the wolf pups secretly despised Mirage for murdering the first litter of pups, as well as her bloodthirsty plans for the second litter he fathered. He knew very well that in Mirage’s mind, he had no part in getting the throne, not even some credit for leading the hunts and keeping the pack well fed and healthy. Despite his good side, Mozart masked it by not hindering Mirage in her evil deeds. He knew she suspected that he hated her, but, cold hearted Mirage didn’t mind as long as she got what she wanted. Unknown to Mirage, Mozart was actually aiming for the throne too. He had already started imagining himself sitting on the throne speaking the words that will banish Mirage from Heavens’ gates for all she had done to hurt him. For now, he just had to ignore the gruesome massacre and bottled revenge in his heart.
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In one of the mansions in heaven, a little man who was a leprechaun groaned and shook violently in his sleep. Martinius was a 149 year old leprechaun. His hair was grayish white with a tint of red in it. He’d gotten the tint when he was a rebellious teenager while on earth. He never actually found out why his physical appearance had not gotten better. His rough wrinkled skin hadn’t changed into a young man’s flawless skin and his hunched skinny body into a strong fit frame. But having an old, wise look made people respect him, and he guessed that was all that mattered.
Abruptly, Martinius jolted up, eyes bulging and sweat dripping from his head. His blanket and bed sheet was strewn from the bed to the floor. He turned on his bed light and sat up. In his half awake state, Martinius used the efficiency of his brain to analyze and think through everything he just saw. He had been reading a book when a big light suddenly sprang upon him. Shocked and startled, he was frozen still, the book slipped from his hands as he watched a jungle unfold in front of his eyes. After the vision - as he called it - ended, he fell into a deep stressful and worried sleep.
A minute later, proper clothes were on him. He contemplated telling his wife that was on the bed beside his room but decided against it and ignored his nagging feeling. His wife, Raven, died 7 years after he did. They met each other during roll call on a Sunday morning. After they reunited, Martinius wanted to go back to earth with his angel pals but Raven forbid him from doing so. She probably would have stopped him again if he told her. Before he left, Martinius wrote a note for both his wife and the Heaven guards explaining why and where he was going. Determinedly, he grabbed his stick and strode into earth.
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Somewhere near civilization, a newlywed couple and their immediate families were trying to stifle their tears and disappointment.
“I’m sorry, but you two have to live with that.” Doctor Maine sympathetically gazed at her two patients.
“Honey, I’m so sorry we can’t have children.” A man wrapped his tanned muscled arms around his wife who had started to sob a bit.
“It isn’t your fault Ian, it’s okay, I still love you,” she replied in between tears.
The touching scene brought a few tears to the doctor’s eyes and she needed a tissue or two. Early that morning, Ian and Eve Neville had gone to the local clinic for obvious reasons. Doctor Maine had run some tests and the results were devastating for everyone. The conclusion was that Evelyn, a 26 year old young lady, was infertile. After a while, they excused themselves and went home in their old brown and rusty Volkswagen Beetle.
Ian Neville was one of insert name of setting here’s finest gentlemen. He was an heir to a million dollars but was given $2000 a month by his father’s lawyer in case he squandered all the money away. Ian was, of course, not a squanderer. He worked hard as a mechanic. He loved his job and strived to bring home more money for his family. Ian and Eve lived with Eve’s retired mother, Darlene Young. On the other hand, Eve was the maid for Mrs Spencer, the richest lady in town. Eve only went to her house once a week on Saturdays to clean up. During the other days of the week, Eve stayed at home as a housewife, making 3 meals for her husband and mother.
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A wolf sentry bowed down to Zephuros, leader of the Wind Element wolf pack, and spoke softly, “Only one survived, Alpha. A male. Lucria passed away during the night,”
“Bring him to me.”
A guardian wolf flew in as quickly as the sentry had left. She was carrying a wolf pup by the scruff. “He has not weaned yet, he may not survive, Alpha.” She said worriedly.
Zephuros studied the dark pup, sniffed and licked him while stretching out his majestic right wing to shelter the pup from the sun. “Did she name him?”
“No, Alpha, her last words were ‘save him’. How about ‘Ash’?”
“Ash will suit him fine, he’s dark,” He was satisfied with the name.
“So be it as you wish Alpha, but he’ll die, he hasn’t been weaned yet!” The guardian pressed, knowing that Zephuros had not paid attention to what she had said earlier.
“Just add him to Sacred’s litter, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” he barked and waved her off.
Sacred had mated with a lone wolf and given birth to a litter of five despite the warnings ringing in her head and risks that they may be slaughtered by Lucria who did not tolerate other members of the pack to give birth. Almost as soon as her mother died, Sacred rose up and filled in for her as the alpha female. She was the oldest, so next in line for the empty post was her. Thankfully, she did not reject Ash and treated him as one of her own.
Chapter #2: A New Family
Martinius watched the water boil in the tent he pitched up while he rested on his back. On his stomach, a little black bundle was curled up and steadily breathing. He petted her and reviewed what just happened hours ago:
Mirage had already torn one of her babies into unrecognizable shreds and bones. She was just about to pounce and close her jaws down on another pup when she found herself stopped in midair, dragged away from the pups, and chained onto the ground by some invisible chains that could only be seen when the sun reflected light onto them. Confused, she saw a little man scampering out of the bushes. He pondered for a second, glanced at a crumpled checklist he was holding and grabbed the wolf pup that he thought fitted his description.
Then it hit her, he was going to rescue the pup! “Curse you leprechaun! Curse you! May lightning strike you down to hell!” Mirage snarled at him, fighting against the invisible shackles that held her down. Her eyes were that of fire and her white teeth snapped at the air, but the sharp chains continued to weigh down her paws. The more she struggled, the more it cut into her flesh. Her fur turned muddy as she trashed on the jungle floor. Silently, Mozart watched them from a distance, afraid to be put under a spell and his heart was lifted when he understood that a pup was going to be saved. Knowing that this will cause him to lose his place at the throne, he blackened out the thought of attacking. Mozart knew that a good wolf could take on the responsibility well, and if Martinius meant well, Mozart wouldn’t mind him.
“Mirage, you won’t get away with the other killings, I will make sure of that!” Martinius retorted, knowing that Mozart was listening. Resisting the temptation to rescue the other pups (for he knew they had to perish), Martinius waved a full circle with his finger and teleported back to the tent, all the time asking for forgiveness.
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Back in the tent, the kettle was whistling and the female wolf pup Martinius rescued was already starting to whine out of hunger and curiosity. Martinius set the pup down and got some milk powder ready. He carefully poured the hot water into a bottle and added some cold water so that the temperature would be just right for the little pup. Once it was ready, Martinius lowered the bottle towards the young female and she immediately started to suckle contently, her eyes beginning to droop again.
Remembering, Martinius had to go back to Heaven for the weekly prophecy reading which would take place tomorrow. He needed to see if the prophecy would, by any chance, tally with his vision.
Now that he knew he had to return, Martinius did the only thing he could think of, hoping it was the right choice. He chanted a spell over the wolf pup:
“Tiny spirit
Please take care
I now cast ye to
a human babe”
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Who was that? Someone was crying, no ---- wailing ----, in the child-like manner. It was like an alarming alarm clock that day for Ian and Evelyn. Ian rubbed his eyes and shrugged on his windbreaker. He dragged his feet down the stairs, missed a step, and crash landed on the thickly carpeted floor. He dismissed the throbbing pain in the rear by muttering something unintelligible.
“Look what I’ve found here Eve!” He hollered. A scowling Eve emerged from the short flight of stairs. “What now?” she snapped and recoiled when Ian turned around to face her with a salivating baby wrapped in swaddling bands in his arms. Ian had found her on the rose bush planted right outside their house. Despite all the thorns the bush had, not a single scratch was on the baby. Eve wasn't even a mom but her motherly instincts kicked in almost immediately. She cradled the baby and as her fingers ran through the new born's short strands of hair, an image of a wolf snarling and another wolf saying "take care of her" appeared in her mind, almost like a sixth sense. Eve recovered but put the thought away to think about later.
Darlene, Eve's aging mother came downstairs just as Ian was leaving to buy some baby supplies and ask around for any information anyone had about the baby. Eve was left to explain everything to Darlene who had mixed feelings about this.
"Eve, I've never told you this before, but this could be a curse!" Darlene exclaimed.
"A curse. A curse? What trouble can this baby bring besides a bucketload of poop and saliva?" Eve laughed. She was growing rather fond of the baby who was a cute little girl.
Darlene pursed her lips with annoyance. "You never take what I say seriousy, do you?" She became serious and whispered, "I heard from my great-great-grandfather that sudden baby drops like these bring bad luck. There was a prophecy about it written somewhere, but I lost it. The last I've heard it that a bitch took it away and it has never been found since."
"Mom, we don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason. Now, what should we name her?"
"Fine. I'm thinking that a four letter word name would suit her. We have enough three lettered
Drenched and with terror gripping her heart, Leia knew that there was no more escaping. Behind her, a mountain of rocks blocked her escape route. In the darkness, several evil, gleaming eyes advanced on her. The pack which had chased her for two days were getting impatient and hungry. In a split second, a mighty paw hit her, knocking her unconscious.
#1 Chapter: The Beginning
The winds blew rapidly then steadily and rapidly again, announcing the birth of Mirage’s newborn litter, the second litter this year. She had spent the entire night giving birth in a cozy cave and was exhausted. After her energy has rejuvenated, Mirage would take her time to kill them, all four of them. The squirming pups, innocent and oblivious to the danger, continued suckling. Like her first litter of pups, the second was going to go too. Mirage did not want anyone else but her in line for the throne. In her pack, she was the dominant female.
Even Mozart, father of the pups, could not stop her. The other members of the pack, which were her own grown up pups from last year and the year before that, could not do anything but submit to her wishes. None of them dared to challenge her. Those that tried to do so walked away wounded as lone wolves or brought some of their siblings along with them. The pack was growing smaller and smaller each day. But food was now plentiful, so Mirage did not care whether or not they were there, she could hunt by herself.
Mirage had a box with her wherever she went. The box was just bite size, convenient enough for Mirage to carry it around. She never allowed any other wolf near to her box. In it, was a parchment that was very much important to her. The valuable parchment had been seduced out of one of Heaven’s wayward angels who had in the end, been thrown into the fires of hell. Engraved on the parchment was…a poem, a prophesy, whatever you want to call it.
“Insert poem-like prophecy here (I'm too lazy to think it up right now)”
Mozart, alpha male and father of the wolf pups secretly despised Mirage for murdering the first litter of pups, as well as her bloodthirsty plans for the second litter he fathered. He knew very well that in Mirage’s mind, he had no part in getting the throne, not even some credit for leading the hunts and keeping the pack well fed and healthy. Despite his good side, Mozart masked it by not hindering Mirage in her evil deeds. He knew she suspected that he hated her, but, cold hearted Mirage didn’t mind as long as she got what she wanted. Unknown to Mirage, Mozart was actually aiming for the throne too. He had already started imagining himself sitting on the throne speaking the words that will banish Mirage from Heavens’ gates for all she had done to hurt him. For now, he just had to ignore the gruesome massacre and bottled revenge in his heart.
In one of the mansions in heaven, a little man who was a leprechaun groaned and shook violently in his sleep. Martinius was a 149 year old leprechaun. His hair was grayish white with a tint of red in it. He’d gotten the tint when he was a rebellious teenager while on earth. He never actually found out why his physical appearance had not gotten better. His rough wrinkled skin hadn’t changed into a young man’s flawless skin and his hunched skinny body into a strong fit frame. But having an old, wise look made people respect him, and he guessed that was all that mattered.
Abruptly, Martinius jolted up, eyes bulging and sweat dripping from his head. His blanket and bed sheet was strewn from the bed to the floor. He turned on his bed light and sat up. In his half awake state, Martinius used the efficiency of his brain to analyze and think through everything he just saw. He had been reading a book when a big light suddenly sprang upon him. Shocked and startled, he was frozen still, the book slipped from his hands as he watched a jungle unfold in front of his eyes. After the vision - as he called it - ended, he fell into a deep stressful and worried sleep.
A minute later, proper clothes were on him. He contemplated telling his wife that was on the bed beside his room but decided against it and ignored his nagging feeling. His wife, Raven, died 7 years after he did. They met each other during roll call on a Sunday morning. After they reunited, Martinius wanted to go back to earth with his angel pals but Raven forbid him from doing so. She probably would have stopped him again if he told her. Before he left, Martinius wrote a note for both his wife and the Heaven guards explaining why and where he was going. Determinedly, he grabbed his stick and strode into earth.
Somewhere near civilization, a newlywed couple and their immediate families were trying to stifle their tears and disappointment.
“I’m sorry, but you two have to live with that.” Doctor Maine sympathetically gazed at her two patients.
“Honey, I’m so sorry we can’t have children.” A man wrapped his tanned muscled arms around his wife who had started to sob a bit.
“It isn’t your fault Ian, it’s okay, I still love you,” she replied in between tears.
The touching scene brought a few tears to the doctor’s eyes and she needed a tissue or two. Early that morning, Ian and Eve Neville had gone to the local clinic for obvious reasons. Doctor Maine had run some tests and the results were devastating for everyone. The conclusion was that Evelyn, a 26 year old young lady, was infertile. After a while, they excused themselves and went home in their old brown and rusty Volkswagen Beetle.
Ian Neville was one of insert name of setting here’s finest gentlemen. He was an heir to a million dollars but was given $2000 a month by his father’s lawyer in case he squandered all the money away. Ian was, of course, not a squanderer. He worked hard as a mechanic. He loved his job and strived to bring home more money for his family. Ian and Eve lived with Eve’s retired mother, Darlene Young. On the other hand, Eve was the maid for Mrs Spencer, the richest lady in town. Eve only went to her house once a week on Saturdays to clean up. During the other days of the week, Eve stayed at home as a housewife, making 3 meals for her husband and mother.
A wolf sentry bowed down to Zephuros, leader of the Wind Element wolf pack, and spoke softly, “Only one survived, Alpha. A male. Lucria passed away during the night,”
“Bring him to me.”
A guardian wolf flew in as quickly as the sentry had left. She was carrying a wolf pup by the scruff. “He has not weaned yet, he may not survive, Alpha.” She said worriedly.
Zephuros studied the dark pup, sniffed and licked him while stretching out his majestic right wing to shelter the pup from the sun. “Did she name him?”
“No, Alpha, her last words were ‘save him’. How about ‘Ash’?”
“Ash will suit him fine, he’s dark,” He was satisfied with the name.
“So be it as you wish Alpha, but he’ll die, he hasn’t been weaned yet!” The guardian pressed, knowing that Zephuros had not paid attention to what she had said earlier.
“Just add him to Sacred’s litter, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” he barked and waved her off.
Sacred had mated with a lone wolf and given birth to a litter of five despite the warnings ringing in her head and risks that they may be slaughtered by Lucria who did not tolerate other members of the pack to give birth. Almost as soon as her mother died, Sacred rose up and filled in for her as the alpha female. She was the oldest, so next in line for the empty post was her. Thankfully, she did not reject Ash and treated him as one of her own.
Chapter #2: A New Family
Martinius watched the water boil in the tent he pitched up while he rested on his back. On his stomach, a little black bundle was curled up and steadily breathing. He petted her and reviewed what just happened hours ago:
Mirage had already torn one of her babies into unrecognizable shreds and bones. She was just about to pounce and close her jaws down on another pup when she found herself stopped in midair, dragged away from the pups, and chained onto the ground by some invisible chains that could only be seen when the sun reflected light onto them. Confused, she saw a little man scampering out of the bushes. He pondered for a second, glanced at a crumpled checklist he was holding and grabbed the wolf pup that he thought fitted his description.
Then it hit her, he was going to rescue the pup! “Curse you leprechaun! Curse you! May lightning strike you down to hell!” Mirage snarled at him, fighting against the invisible shackles that held her down. Her eyes were that of fire and her white teeth snapped at the air, but the sharp chains continued to weigh down her paws. The more she struggled, the more it cut into her flesh. Her fur turned muddy as she trashed on the jungle floor. Silently, Mozart watched them from a distance, afraid to be put under a spell and his heart was lifted when he understood that a pup was going to be saved. Knowing that this will cause him to lose his place at the throne, he blackened out the thought of attacking. Mozart knew that a good wolf could take on the responsibility well, and if Martinius meant well, Mozart wouldn’t mind him.
“Mirage, you won’t get away with the other killings, I will make sure of that!” Martinius retorted, knowing that Mozart was listening. Resisting the temptation to rescue the other pups (for he knew they had to perish), Martinius waved a full circle with his finger and teleported back to the tent, all the time asking for forgiveness.
Back in the tent, the kettle was whistling and the female wolf pup Martinius rescued was already starting to whine out of hunger and curiosity. Martinius set the pup down and got some milk powder ready. He carefully poured the hot water into a bottle and added some cold water so that the temperature would be just right for the little pup. Once it was ready, Martinius lowered the bottle towards the young female and she immediately started to suckle contently, her eyes beginning to droop again.
Remembering, Martinius had to go back to Heaven for the weekly prophecy reading which would take place tomorrow. He needed to see if the prophecy would, by any chance, tally with his vision.
Now that he knew he had to return, Martinius did the only thing he could think of, hoping it was the right choice. He chanted a spell over the wolf pup:
Please take care
I now cast ye to
a human babe”
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Who was that? Someone was crying, no ---- wailing ----, in the child-like manner. It was like an alarming alarm clock that day for Ian and Evelyn. Ian rubbed his eyes and shrugged on his windbreaker. He dragged his feet down the stairs, missed a step, and crash landed on the thickly carpeted floor. He dismissed the throbbing pain in the rear by muttering something unintelligible.
“Look what I’ve found here Eve!” He hollered. A scowling Eve emerged from the short flight of stairs. “What now?” she snapped and recoiled when Ian turned around to face her with a salivating baby wrapped in swaddling bands in his arms. Ian had found her on the rose bush planted right outside their house. Despite all the thorns the bush had, not a single scratch was on the baby. Eve wasn't even a mom but her motherly instincts kicked in almost immediately. She cradled the baby and as her fingers ran through the new born's short strands of hair, an image of a wolf snarling and another wolf saying "take care of her" appeared in her mind, almost like a sixth sense. Eve recovered but put the thought away to think about later.
Darlene, Eve's aging mother came downstairs just as Ian was leaving to buy some baby supplies and ask around for any information anyone had about the baby. Eve was left to explain everything to Darlene who had mixed feelings about this.
"Eve, I've never told you this before, but this could be a curse!" Darlene exclaimed.
"A curse. A curse? What trouble can this baby bring besides a bucketload of poop and saliva?" Eve laughed. She was growing rather fond of the baby who was a cute little girl.
Darlene pursed her lips with annoyance. "You never take what I say seriousy, do you?" She became serious and whispered, "I heard from my great-great-grandfather that sudden baby drops like these bring bad luck. There was a prophecy about it written somewhere, but I lost it. The last I've heard it that a bitch took it away and it has never been found since."
"Mom, we don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason. Now, what should we name her?"
"Fine. I'm thinking that a four letter word name would suit her. We have enough three lettered
You don't understand. You're a baby.
I’m being pushed around, jostled out of my half awake state. I see the light! I think I’m going to die. Why am I thinking so much? I am screaming for dear life. I hear a voice talking. It’s saying congratulations to a person for giving bir---what was that? Oh, somebody is screaming to loudly. Did someone just call me a baby? Whadt? That’s just so degrading. And no, I don’t want milk. NOoo. This actually tastes quite good. Mmhmm.
Boring Contest.
“Tip top tip top tip top…” I had been hearing that sound for about an hour now, waiting for inspiration to hit. With my legs propped up on the tea table and me slouched on my comfy chair, I waited, and waited, and waited. The water drops from the leaking pipe kept bouncing on the metal steel from my renovated house.
I could still hear the voice of my babbling teacher in my ear, talking about some writing competition. That’s like, super boring, because the title was: Saving Water, Our Diminishing Commodity. And I’m bound to waste my time writing on this subject because all of Kuching’s Secondary Schools were competing against each other, not like I had a chance at all.
So here, I reluctantly started, penning down every single random thought I had that could be associated with water.
“First point, we must not drink at least 8 cups of water a day or else the world would go dry. Second point, we must not let any other living thing take water or we will go dry. So however you try, the waters are going to finish, and the world will come to an END.” I snickered at my own thought. It sounded like spite towards the teacher who had selected me.
“Mreh..”, I muttered, sending a second ball of crumpled papers towards the rubbish bin. As expected, it was an air ball, as in, it bounced off the ring. My hand eye coordination really needed some polishing. I learned from a friend of mine that her hand eye coordination was so bad, her parents had to force her to play the computer.
I sighed. There was no way I could stay on topic. So, teacher, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down, but -hands over the Chosen One badge and goes to sleep-.
I could still hear the voice of my babbling teacher in my ear, talking about some writing competition. That’s like, super boring, because the title was: Saving Water, Our Diminishing Commodity. And I’m bound to waste my time writing on this subject because all of Kuching’s Secondary Schools were competing against each other, not like I had a chance at all.
So here, I reluctantly started, penning down every single random thought I had that could be associated with water.
“First point, we must not drink at least 8 cups of water a day or else the world would go dry. Second point, we must not let any other living thing take water or we will go dry. So however you try, the waters are going to finish, and the world will come to an END.” I snickered at my own thought. It sounded like spite towards the teacher who had selected me.
“Mreh..”, I muttered, sending a second ball of crumpled papers towards the rubbish bin. As expected, it was an air ball, as in, it bounced off the ring. My hand eye coordination really needed some polishing. I learned from a friend of mine that her hand eye coordination was so bad, her parents had to force her to play the computer.
I sighed. There was no way I could stay on topic. So, teacher, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down, but -hands over the Chosen One badge and goes to sleep-.
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