Chapter 3

I’m not sure who was that is but I can tell you it is not a monster. It is a monster. A monster chasing someone. Why is there someone in these woods? The dragon found me right away. I know I did not hear her land.

I roll off the branch. Racing towards the ground. The wind rushing through my long hair. I can’t see my hair cause it’s just as black as the night sky.

“Ramp.” Point the buster at the ground. Earth rose, meeting me halfway. I land rolling down. I spring to my feet running down the rest of the way.

Grandfather would never just let me study magic. I spent countless days training my body. Most day Grandfather would run my body to the point of breaking. Then later at night, I taught myself spells and how to cast them. Once I hit fifteen, he started to teach my magic; I overwhelmed him with how fast I picked it up. What did he think would happen? He and my mother are both mages. I poured my life into it.

Her screams echo into the woods again. This way, I can barely make out the large back shadows rushing through the woods. I run through the trees chasing the black shadows. Their howls ringing in my ears. I hate having to deal with werewolves.

There are two types of werewolves; the first ones are cursed. Henry Smith betrayed a wolf that had saved him. Mother Earth turned Henry into the wolf to be hunted down. Henry then bit everyone he came across, turning all of them into the same, mindless beast as him.

These werewolves play an important role in the ecosystem, they hunt and kill anything that moves. They keep the stags and other game in control.

I dodge between two trees and crash through a couple bushes. I come to a stop; I perk my ears up, unless they caught her, they should make a noise.

Snap!

I turn around, staff and buster both pointing toward the snap. Clam down, not everything out here will try to kill you. Think about something. What was I think about before? Werewolves.

The other kind are ones that become one, they learn to become a werewolf. From my understanding, they use a lot of earth crystals with the help of dark ones.

Werewolves from this type differ each to other, that’s because each person has a different way they imagine the way they would look in beast form.

Snap!

“LIGHT!” I shout as soon as I can, a golden fireball launches from the tip of the staff. The little fireball reaches its highest point. Now. The golden fireball explodes into many little ones cause the area under it to lighten up.

Now, I wish I would have just kept running. One, two, three... Seven. Maybe I should have just stayed where I was. I was safe. Instead, I now have seven full-sized werewolves to fight. I’m sure I can handle them. I just to make sure I use the right moves.

Four to the right and three to the left. They all seem to still so I should make this easier. I point the buster in front of me.

“Shackle.” The earth reaches up, thick vines of earth wrap around each werewolf. They are trying to fight it. I need to hurry and finish them before they break free.

I raise my staff into the air; I point to between the lot of them.

“Lava pillars.”

Red spots soaking into the ground around the werewolves. Little spurts of lava splurging out. The heat slowly climbing up, the werewolves crying from the pain. Now is the time. I slam my foot down.

The cracking of the ground being ripped apart. The thundering lava launching from the ground. Fire grabbing ahold of the werewolves, they howl in pain. I set back from the power of the attack. Used too much power.

Why do I feel wet? I know that I did not wet myself; it’s not even the right spot. I place hand and pull it way. The light from the fire showing my a sticky red, red? When in the heck was I attacked?

I turn around; I scan the dark woods, the fire only shining in so far. I glance back to see that two of the werewolves could break free before they died. I need to better pay attention.

The moon is setting and the sun will come up soon. The werewolves will sleep if they made. I need to get moving. I don’t want to run into anything that comes to look for left overs. I’m not sure what happened to the other person who was here but I hope that she made it out of here in time.

Boom! Shattering trees? Come on, no time to waste. I dodge through the trees again. The earth-shaking with each step. I know that it’s not the dragon but I’m afraid that it could be a drake. I can not handle one of those not even on my best day. I should have just stayed with the dragon.

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