The Fiery Crest - By Albel Shadow (Kikayo - Bruce Hely)
Decription: This story is about a young werewolf boy, taken from his family and exiled to the forest. The crest on his chest with the Kanji character for Fire, burns under the full moon causing him to lose his senses to the Wolf spirit within him and watch his horror unfold.
Chapter 1: Exile
Listen young one, listen to me
The howl of the night the children of shadows
They call for you, they want your soul
Corrupt your bodies with curses unknown
To tear you apart, to rip you asunder
Beware the Lycans they come closer
I rechanted the verse. Here I layed face down, bloody and in pain lost in the forest, just moments after being exiled from the village which i lived in. All because of him. I cant remember the details. The pain was too much for me to care. "Leave now wolf brat! ******** off!", "Hide the children, you monster child - Get away from our village" . Yeah something along those lines. They hit me with sticks and stabbed me with pitchforks. Because of Him. My life is over. The crest glowed red, and burned itself deeper into my soul. "No! Please stop! Its hurting me! Just leave me alone. Go away!" I remember saying. Hell. I was only 7 years old, who wouldn't be scared. All i could taste was blood and ash. All i could feel was Pain. Life had lost all meaning.
A few hours lying on the ground, i calmed myself. Nothing had changed, I still tasted blood, and i was still in pain. It was night already. The full moon scarred the sky like a hole that had been cut out of the black background. I stood up slowly, painfully. I didn't know where to go, what to do. I just stood there, and cried. Cursing the village, cursing life, cursing the wolfs blood pulsing rapidly through my veins. I howled. An inhumane howl that pierced the night. Before i knew what was going on, I yelled into the night, "You b*****d!". I closed my eyes and bit my arm, ripping at it with my teeth. The blood was everywhere, in my eyes down my chest. "You b*****d..." I cried, let myself go again, i collapsed on the ground. My arm, limp to my side completely lost of all feeling. Useless.
(To Be Continued)
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