HAZELI'm lying in bed, feeling weak and exhausted. The taste of dinner still lingers in my mouth, but suddenly, my stomach churns, and before I know it, I'm vomiting it all out. It's been happening more frequently lately, and I can't help but feel frustrated and helpless.Arnold rushes into the room, concern etched on his face. “Hazel, are you okay? What happened?” I shake my head weakly, unable to find the words to explain. The nausea and dizziness wash over me in waves, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. “Ethan, come quickly!” Arnold calls out, panic evident in his voice. Ethan appears in the doorway, his eyes wide with alarm. “What's wrong? Hazel, are you alright?” I try to nod, but another wave of nausea hits me, and I'm left gasping for breath. Arnold helps me sit up, concern written all over his face. “We need to get her some help.” Ethan says, his voice urgent. “Call for the healer immediately.”Arnold nods and as soon as he is about to go out of the ro
ARNOLDThe tension in the room is palpable as Ethan paces back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry. Hazel's condition hasn't improved, and we're running out of options. With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty grows heavier on our shoulders. “We need to do something.” Ethan mutters, his voice strained with desperation. “We can't just sit here and wait for her to get worse.” “I know, Ethan!” I reply, my own voice tinged with frustration. “But what else can we do? We've tried everything.” Just then, a thought crosses my mind. The witch. She might have answers that we haven't thought of yet. Without hesitation, I reach for the phone and dial her number, my heart pounding in anticipation. And we sent for her already regardless. “Hello?” Her voice crackles through the receiver. “It's King Arnold.” I say quickly, my words tumbling out in a rush. “We need your help. Hazel's condition is worsening, and we don't know what to do.” There's a brief pause on the other
ETHANHazel's form was not easy to contain, she was so big and massive, my brother and I got scared. The witch has been trying her best to make things work and help Hazel's current situation but it has been futile for a while. "I thought you said you were good at this?" Arnold snapped at the witch. "Why is it that you have not been of help since?" "With all due respect, your majesty, do not take that tone with me. You can see the improvement that I have made. I can't have you in this room, if you would distract us!" The woman yelled at my brother. "Please, he is just worried and he is letting his emotions take control of him. I promise to make him quiet and he will just watch with me from a corner.” As I stand at the front of the room with Arnold, the weight of the witch's confession hangs heavy in the air like a dense fog. We've all been on edge ever since Hazel fell ill, desperate for answers and solutions to the mysterious affliction that's taken hold of her. But now, as
HAZELThe witch has been visiting us more often than not lately, and the excitement in her eyes tells me that she’s not only here to help me, that’s just part of the job. She comes here like she currently lives for it and asks me questions about any issues that I might have or changes that I might have been noticing ever since, and I’ve exhausted all my answers. She keeps on asking more that I have half a mind to make up replies just for her since she is never satisfied by what I give her already. “Has your temperature been like this, or did it go high or low once, your majesty?” She would ask. “It has been like this, although I did feel cold for a few minutes earlier today.” I would reply, and she would widen her eyes. “Oh wow, did you check your temperature then, your majesty?” She would ask, and I would shake my head. “I didn’t see the need for it, I just felt a little bit cold.” I would say, and she would sharply suck in air through her teeth. “Your majesty, that i
HAZELAfter eating, the witch starts talking about what she knows about me. “At this point, your majesties, I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think that her majesty is ill. The probability still exists, because I don’t know how Dire wolves came to be, but I know that that is what she is.” The witch says, and the entire table is silent as they watch are. “Alright, so you said that you don’t know much about the Dire wolves, right?” Ethan asks. “Yes your majesty.” “But that means that you know some things, isn’t that true?” He asks again, and the witch nods. “Yes your majesty. I know that they are big wolves when they shift, and they can easily track down anyone simply using their sense of smell.” The witch says. “Legend has them to be evil and dangerous beings who show no mercy to their enemies.” She continues, and Arnold cuts in. “I think that should be all werewolves, depending on what the enemies have done.” Arnold says and Ethan chuckles, agreeing with his brother.
ARNOLDThis is more serious than I had initially thought it was. Hazel fell asleep in the middle of the conversation that we were having at the table, and Ethan took her in earlier. Currently, we are talking about preventive measures with the witch. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on my mind as I sit across from the witch, exchanging worried glances with my brother. Hazel's condition is more serious than we had initially thought, and it is clear that we need to take immediate action to protect her and those around her. “So, what do we do now?” I ask, my voice tense with worry. “How do we keep Hazel safe?” The witch sighs, her expression grave. “Your majesty, I humbly suggest keeping her powers hidden from everyone else.” She replies. “If word gets out that she's a Dire wolf, it could put her in grave danger. People fear what they don't understand, and they may see her as a threat, although the possibility of her being fatally harmed by them if she doesn’t want to
HAZELI wake up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains, a nice sense of warmth enveloping me. For a moment, I'm lost in that blissful state between sleep and wakefulness, where reality and dreams blur together in a haze of beauty and peace. I’m still savoring it when I remember.. As consciousness fully returns, I'm hit with a wave of confusion. The events of yesterday flood back into my mind, the weight of the witch's words settling heavily on my chest. I'm a Dire wolf, a creature of legend and myth, and there's no going back. I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I try to shake off the remnants of the dream that still cling to my mind. It had been a happy one, a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos that has become my life. In the dream, I had been running through the forest, my wolf form free and wild, even as big as it was, and the wind dancing through my fur as I raced through the trees. It was exhilarating, the sensation of speed and freedom c
HAZELEthan shakes his head, determination shining in his eyes. “We'll come up with a cover story.” He says. “It will just be something to explain your absence without revealing the truth. It won't be easy, but it's worth it if it means keeping you safe.” I'm touched by their thoughtfulness, their unwavering dedication to my well being. But as grateful as I am for their efforts, a sense of sadness washes over me like a dark cloud. “But what about me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “What about my wolf? Don't I get a say in any of this?” Arnold's expression softens with sympathy as he reaches out to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Of course you do, Hazel.” He says, his voice gentle. “We just want to make sure that you're safe, that's all.” I know they mean well, but the thought of being confined to a small area of the forest fills me with a sense of claustrophobia, even if I’m sure that the space would be big enough, I want everything. I've always cherished