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
HAZEL The days pass by in a blur, each one blending into the next as I adjust to my new reality. Ever since I successfully shifted into my wolf form, life has taken on a whole new meaning. But with this newfound freedom comes a heavy burden, and that is the constant presence of guards. Not just that, there are more guards now. Why do I need seven guards following me around in sight? Are there anymore hiding? It's not easy having a small army of guards following me around at all times, their watchful eyes tracking my every move. At least six to seven guards are stationed with me at all times, making it feel like I'm living under constant surveillance. I understand the need for security, especially given the potential danger posed by my powers. But that doesn't make it any less frustrating. It's hard enough trying to navigate this new world of werewolves and magic without feeling like I'm constantly being watched. One afternoon, as I'm sitting in the courtyard of the castle, tryi
HAZELFinally, some relief. They've cut down the number of guards following me around to just two, and I can finally breathe a little easier. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I feel a sense of freedom that I haven't experienced in a long time. I step out into the warm sunlight, relishing the feeling of the breeze on my skin as I make my way towards the market to pick up some fruits. It's a beautiful day, the sky clear and blue, and I can't help but smile as I take in the sights and sounds of the bustling marketplace. The vendors call out to me, their voices cheerful and inviting as they display their wares. I stroll past rows of colorful stalls, the aroma of fresh produce filling the air, and I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. It's moments like these that remind me of the simple joys in life, the little things that bring us happiness in the problems of the world. I pick out some ripe strawberries and juicy peaches, the vibrant colors of the
ETHANThe morning sun cast a warm glow across the dining hall as we sit down for breakfast, but it paled in comparison to the light in Hazel's eyes. Arnold and I exchange excited glances, barely able to contain our enthusiasm for the news we have to share to her. “Hey, love, we have some thrilling news!” Arnold exclaims, unable to contain his excitement any longer. “What is it?” Hazel asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she takes a sip of her tea. “We just received an invitation to a party being hosted by an old friend of ours.” I say, unable to hide the grin spreading across my face. “A party?” Hazel repeats, her voice filled with excitement. “Yes, darling, a party!” Arnold confirms, his enthusiasm infectious. “And the best part is, we're all invited!” “Oh, that sounds wonderful!” Hazel exclaims, her heart racing with excitement. “Yes, indeed, my love.” I replies, nodding eagerly. “It's going to be a magical night, and we wouldn't dream of going without yo