Dusk-walker5

Tempest sat in a willow alongside a pristine lake, just outside her village, looking into the clear waters.  She was thinking about the fate that Pheonix had.  What would happen to her?  Would she be lost forever, or would she remeber what she was and fight back?  Would she still remember her friends? "Tempest!" a voice called out. Tempest turned to see another of her friends; Emery, walking over to her, a box in her dainty hands.  Emery was a gifted witch and had far surpassed those of her own age very early on.  She and Tempest had been placed in the advanced classes as children since they were both very powerful.  You never would have be

Late in the afternoon, i felt a change in the wind, but i didn't care.  I hardly noticed, until the strange scent reached my sensitive nose.  I quivered in my sleep, the feeling of doom in my soul.  Slowly rising, i looked to the west, from which the foul breeze was coming from.  It smelled of humans and metal. Following the scent, i slowly made my way down the mountain.  I was not happy with this change.  I didn't like the danger it brought with it.  This was like a dark cloud, pushing aside everything good and clean.  I didn't like not knowing.  I ruled over this land and a was supposed to know of everything that happened within my realm.

Tempest sat with Pheonix for a while, her white hair wet with sweat, not saying a single word.  Pheonix had known Tempest since they were young and knew how to tell when her friend was bothered by something, she just didn't know what yet.  She tried to talk to her, but Tempest wouldn't say a word.  She just shivered a little in the cool night air. "Come on, Tempest," Pheonix whispered.  "Let's get you away from this cursed lake.  Maybe then you'll feel better" "Yeah," Tempest said nodding, but as she got to her feet and followed Pheonix away, she knew that it wasn't the lake that was going to change her friend. They walked in silence for a

A perfectly clear night, void of all clouds, the full moon bright and loving against the ochre sky.  A loon cried out into the night and i could restrain myself from returning the cry with a long howl from deep within my quivering soul.  I was jubilant and i was free.  The night was my one and only friend, and the forest was my playground.  The smell of the wind was like kisses on my nose, and the sound of the moonlight hitting the ground was a melody to my heart.       I was a shadow among the shadows, spreading my scent throughout the forest.  I was the queen here and i was in charge.  No one put a paw on my land for fear that i would kno