Chapter Three - The Meeting

No! No, no, no and no! Why, oh why did I start about those dragons? Dragons are way too difficult.

Ah well, it can’t be changed now, can it?

I took another zip of my forest fruit tea with sugar and with a sigh I went back to my notebook.

It was almost four when Alea reached the place. With her hands on her hips she looked around. Strangely enough all the signs were gone. How could that have happened?

She walked around slowly, searching for the smallest trace, but there was nothing. Not one sound, not one clue, not even a slightest hint of a different waft.

Oh, you didn’t know? Dragons stink. Not just a bit, but they wear some sort of strange perfume, linked to their aura. And you really don’t want to know what a dragon smells like when it’s angry.

Alea decided to climb to the highest point, or at least a little bit higher than she was now, and maybe, just maybe she was lucky. While doing so she thought about everything Almarahn had taught her.  Which weapon in which fight, the plants and how they could be used for good and for bad, how to take care of herself and..

What was that?!

Slowly she stopped and then turned around. Alea was sure she had heard something. Like… the cracking of a branch when someone stood on it. There! She was sure she heard footsteps. And, indeed, someone came towards her, no longer hiding behind a rock.

His clothes looked ancient. No sneakers, no jeans no sweater. Long legs in a brown pants, no shoes for as far she could notice, a strong and muscled torso in a white undershirt. Blue eyes, bluer than anything she’d ever seen were locked on her.

“So, were you following me or what were you doing?” Alea asked.

“Looking for dragon signs.”

“WHAT?!”

“I was looking for dragon signs. Traces, you know.”

He spoke slowly, like to a child. His voice warm, velvet like, with a hint of the husky male voice he would get when he would grow older.

When his eyes wander of her face and saw the single-headed meteor hammer they hardened.

“What is that?”

“Why would you care?” Alea found her voice back. “You were following me, so I don’t owe you any answers. Who are you?!”

Those blue eyes, it looked like they were without an pupil, went back to her face again.

“I’m Mayth. And I wasn’t following you, I simply took the same route.”

“But you were hiding from me, so how would you explain that, Mayth?” The strange name made it hard for her to believe him, and even if she would, she wanted to know why and how he knew about the dragons.

“Because you look angry and with those weapons you carry… I didn’t want to take the risk to make you upset.”

Alea looked at the sky, thinking about what the boy said.

“What’s your name?”

“Alea.”

“Alea.” He tested it and seemed to be satisfied.

“Shall we search for the dragon together?” Mayth asked.

Chapter Two - The Story Starts

She didn’t even looked like a normal teenage girl. Although, teenage girl… She was nineteen already, but looked even older. Her black hair was short, it didn’t touch her shoulders and had red strands in it. Her pose was strong, her fierce grey eyes made people move without meaning so..

During daylight, well until it was 2 p.m., she was just a regular scholar and after that.. Nobody knew.

She disappeared  when the bell rang and wasn’t seen after that.

Alea Naryltheill was a true mystery. And she intended to keep it that way.

“Naryltheill. Do you have a minute?”

Usually, when teachers asked that, they meant half an hour, and she really hadn’t.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t stay long. I have to pick up my younger sister.” Not entirely true, but the part that he had to keep it short was the most important thing.

“Okay, okay…” mumbled the teacher.

She watched the other students dripping out of the classroom. They walked slowly, hoping to catch a word or two, for they had no idea why Alea had to stay.

“Sir?”

“You’re quite an impatient girl, are you not?”

“Yes, I am, but I already explained why.”

“Oh, but I’m not just talking about today, miss Naryltheill.”

The green eyes of mister Sellion locked into hers and didn’t let her gaze dazzle of.

“I think I don’t understand, sir.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Ehm…”

“You’re always gone whenever it has been 2 p.m. No matter if you have classes after that. I want to know why.”

“That are private reasons and you’re not my mentor. And now I have to go.” Alea stood up, her grey eyes were like stones when she gave him one last look before she walked away.

Out of the classroom, Alea ran as hard as she can. Out of the school, zigzag through streets, up the hill Veassen and to the next hill Revion. Between those hills was a little house, more a wooden shag then a home. But it was home to Alea.

She lived there alone, and that was something nobody needed to know. There was no younger sister, no brother, no parents; just her. And in her spare time she did something most people would call crazy. She hunted dragons.

Dragons were the very reason why there no longer was a younger sister and parents. And so she had learned to fear nothing, to fight everything she thought needed to be fought and to keep to herself. Those things were the only things that kept her alive. When she escaped from the fire -only 7 years old- she was taking in by a man, named Almarahn. Almarahn took care of her and taught her to fight. When Alea could take care of herself, he left her in this very town(Nughar) and disappeared, never to be found again.

She put on her harness and strong boots and arm pieces.  With a frown she stared at her weapon collection. Bow and arrow were good for game, but not for dragons. With a sword she had to come close… She took it any way, together with a single-headed meteor hammer. That would do.

The day before yesterday she had spot some signs, only three hills away. If she’d hurry she could make it long before nightfall.

Sunday

The echo of a hoarse laugh sounded spooky in the dark room. Bewildered and frightened the girl looked around, but in the dark, she could see little more than dark shapes. Then she heard something, or someone coming closer, and then stopping in front of her.

“Wh-what is happening? Who are you?”

Garyl looked down at the girl and smiled a creepy smile.

“That’s not really the correct question. More likely it would be: what am I doing here?”

The girl on the floor had enough anger inside to push the fear away and spit that question to Garyl.

“You are… well… my experiment, and the only thing we’ll have to do now, is waiting.”

“Wait for what? What kind of sick person are you?!”

Garyl bended over. “The worst,” she whispered, and again a soft laugh came over her lips.

The idea of testing the wolfpoison on another human being had popped up last week. She carefully avoided Adras, since he was acting weird and she really needed some time to think. Sooner or later, he would notice, though, that was inevitable. But now she was here, and the only thing that still needed to be tested was the changing. The kidnapping and biting was surprisingly easy, but that wasn’t really what this was about. Garyl needed to know if she was strong, or that the poison skipped more persons.

The girl on the floor looked like her. Dark hair, almost black eyes, a strong character/will, length, weight… It could’ve been her twin, if only they had the same parents. Garyl opened the curtains and a beam of light entered the darkness.

The girl squeezed her eyes, blinded by the sudden light. But soon after she opened them and looked around. She could see Garyl watching her and then she felt it. Her body shook by a sudden shiver.

Garyl frowned as she watched it. It couldn’t be! The wolf in her blood shouldn’t be that strong to pass it on, and she didn’t even have fangs!

But the other girl laughed and then, with bone breaking sounds it was done.

“You thought you could change me? Hah!”

“Nope, just testing something.” Garyl was surprised by the voice coming out of the dark wolf.

The girl walked towards Garyl, in a very threatening way. But Garyl stood firm and did not let her eyes wander off.

“So, you’re not scared, hmm? Too bad.” The girl turned her back on her and wanted to leave the building.

“Wait! Please… tell me who bit you,” Garyl begged.

“I don’t know. After he bit me he said he'd made a mistake; that he saw me for someone else.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, although Garyl was sure it was Adras they were talking about.

“He said that I wasn’t the girl he was looking for, the one he wants to be with.” The wolf looked at her in a way that she pitied that she wasn't the right one for the boy.. “But, I’m hungry, and you're not afraid, so I gotta run and find something to scare to death. But if I’ll see you again in my town I’ll rip your head off, understood?”

In a daze, Garyl nodded and watched the black shadow leave.

The one he wants to be with. The one he wants to be with.

The words sang over and over in her mind and confused Garyl turned home.

Saturnight

With pain in his heart, Adras let Garyl go. Her thoughts were almost written on her forehead and again he felt sorry for her. And for himself.
Was it fair of him to bit her? No. But somehow yes. 
He had been alone too, those four years. No one to share his deepest feelings with, no one really understood, not even the six other wolves. 
And although Garyl claimed that he wasn't there for her, he knew that that wasn't true. He'd always kept his eyes on her. Now he just wished that he could take it all back. But he couldn't. And that was something he had to live with.
With his hands in his pocket he slowly walked back. Since a couple of month his view on Garyl has changed. And now he had screwed it up. 
Garyl wanted to become a wolf so badly, it was almost frightening. Adras doubted his actions now, maybe she wasn't meant to be. If she wouldn't change, she could turn into a problem, into something very dangerous. And if so, it was his duty to stop her, a duty he wasn't sure about having the ability to fulfilling it.
He decided to go to her. Perhaps they could talk a bit more. Maybe he could even explain his loneliness to Garyl. 
His feet went faster and before he reached her house, he already knew something was wrong. There was no trace of her scent. He frowned and walked back, until he caught her scent again and followed it though alleys, lanes and many streets. 
"Why won't you leave me alone?" 
Her voice came from above and while he looked up, she jumped down. 
"I mean it, Adras. You've done enough!" Her dark eyes sparkled.
"I just wanted... I'm sorry, Garyl. I thought..."
"I don't care!"
His shoulders hung and for a couple of seconds he couldn't bare to look at her.
"Garyl, just..."
"Adras. You're not my brother. Don't pretend to care!"
"But I do care!" He yelled back, his hands became fists and Adras' eyes fixed on hers.
"I wanted us to be on the same line again, like we always were. That we could share everything again. That we were the same."
Garyl fell silent and uncertainly looked up at him.
"I know I was being selfish doing so, but you were lonely, and so was I, and..."
"It can never be the same, Adras. Never."
Her words, almost whispers came to him like punches.
And he had to watch her leave again.

Saturday

The wound was finally healed. Garyl realized that Adras had been kind to her; it could have been a lot worse. Luckily, these scars could be hidden under clothing. 

Her first bite marks were on her left arm and ran from her elbow till her fingers. You'd say that that wasn't a problem, but it was. It was spring time and really warm, so whenever she was outside, wearing a T-shirt, most people stared at the long, white, bit messy scars. Dog bite, she always said and then they dropped the topic. Some boys did quite like it though, which Garyl didn't understand at all, but she let them be.

However, her scars weren't the problem. At least, not today. No, she was just working on her homework. She had an assignment to write about her family. There wasn't much to write about. At young age she and Adras learned to take care of their selves. Their father was always away for work, or with other woman -she later found out- and mommy wasn’t much better. She worked as a librarian and when she wasn’t there she was working on her game addiction.

Since Adras was older, he was always protective over her, but that changed about four years ago. He was seventeen back then and on summer camp. When he came back, everything was different. He got mad quickly and more and more he left her alone. Garyl, one and a half year younger, didn’t understand at all at that time, but now she did. On that camp he was bitten.

There was just one problem with writing this assignment. She wasn’t quite sure that Adras was her brother. Both her parents had dark hair and eyes, and so had she, but Adras was blonde and had light blue eyes. Who was he, really? And why did he bite her? Is was like he had known she wouldn’t change…

Garyl sighed and walked around a bit, perhaps then the inspiration would come. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at herself. It was like she could see the wolf in her glancing back. Quickly she walked back at her desk to write a bunch of lies.

“Adras?” She walked to a couple of boys sitting by a fire. That was one of the downsides of living here; at night there were fires everywhere.

“Garyl! Sis, where’s the beer?”

“In your stomach, I believe,” she said.

He smiled and stood up. “Coming already.”

Together they walked away.

“Adras, you have to tell me something,” seriously she looked him in the eyes. He was in his human form again, meaning that the days he was a wolf 24/7 were over.

“Sure, shoot.”

“Are we really brother and sister? And why did you bite me? I mean… It’s like you knew I wouldn’t change…”

“I hoped, I didn’t knew. It was hard for me, not to tell anyone, Garyl. And you and I… Well, we’ve always been together.”

Garyl made a ‘hmpf’sound. “No, we haven’t. I was on my own, the last four years, so don’t you dare say that! And why don’t you just answer my question?”

“Alright then…” Adras sighed and they walked a bit further, where they were really alone. There they sat, Garyl in tension and Adras with reluctance.

“No, we aren’t brother and sister, although we are some sort of family because I bit you, but you can forget about that. My mother placed me in your family for your sake.”

“For my sake?”

“Yeah. I come from a long line of werewolves, it was just a matter of time before I would change, but you… you were meant to be one, and you weren’t. We had to bond and I was supposed to make you one of ours as soon as I changed. But when I did…” Adras looked away. “I don’t know, I didn’t want it, although we could do more things together again, then. Later I saw how strong you had become, and..”

“You thought I was ready…”

“Indeed.”

“So, why did you hope that I wouldn’t change?”

He smiled sadly. “You don’t understand what it is to be a partly wolf, Garyl.”

“Yes, I do! I can feel it inside! I want it to come out, but it’s just.. hiding somehow.”

“Garyl! Don’t talk like that! Trust me, you don’t know anything!”

“Well you weren’t there to tell me, either!” she yelled back and pushed him in her anger. Adras fell on his back, but calmly came back up.

“That’s fair.” His voice was a soft whisper and Garyl looked at him. Something was different at him. The way he looked at her… there was something in his eyes she didn’t know.

“But if I was meant to be, why…”

“I don’t know, Garyl.”

Night after - Wednesday

Anger. Adras felt it, even though he was five miles away. He stopped suddenly and the wolf behind him could barely avoid bumping into him.

Adras, he growled, what the moon was that?

Garyl, Adras answered and looked in the direction where he came from. It was hunting time, and they always did that as a pack, never leaving one of its members behind. He hesitated.

Move! Hunt and feed yourselves. I’ll join later! And off he was.

Dirt flew by as Adras ran faster, his paws hardly touching the ground. He thought only about one thing: getting to Garyl, as quickly as possible.

He slipped and stopped. Garyl stood on the street, waiting for him. Adras tilted his head and frowned a wolf frown. The smile on Garyls face was… scary.

“So, you’re fast.”

He couldn’t change back but he hoped that his thoughts reached her. What’s going on?!

“It’s your fault I’m like this! I want you to take it back!”

I can’t. Once bitten, there’s no stopping.

Then there’s no stopping me, either!

He was just over his surprise about hearing her thoughts when Garyl stormed his way. Adras dodged her clawing hand and he growled.

Garyl! Don’t.

There was no use and this time he couldn’t… Garyls fist made him move to the left. But when she turned to hit him again, this time Adras was ready.

He stretched his legs and jumped for her throat. Garyl smacked to the ground, cracking the asphalt. His fangs sank into her shoulder with ease. Adras jerked back and stepped away, his yellow eyes fixed on the blood, dripping from her shoulder. Carefully he licked his lips. It was delicious...

But as if Adras blow was nothing, she stood up and looked at the wound. Garyl smiled.

Maybe this time it works, she ‘said’ and turned her back to him and walked away.

Adras knew it wouldn’t. 

From Two Months Ago Till Now

The full moon was fading. Yesterday night Adras went away and now Garyl was sitting on the roof of her home. It was cold, but she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel cold since a month or two. And she wasn’t scared in the dark anymore.

Two months ago everything had changed. She was just a girl back then, very normal and like every normal girl she didn’t like walking in the dark.

That night she was attacked by something but soon after that she felt something. Something crawling through her veins. That night Garyl felt like she was finally alive.

From that night on she loved the night. She wasn’t scared for the dark, it was more like she belonged there.

And now she was here. Still normal from the outside. But she wasn’t and Garyl knew this. She was far from normal. She was just like her brother, only she was still human.

Jealous, she turned her head from the moon and climbed back through the window. If only she could turn into a wolf, follow her instinct, howl to the moon and run like the wind.

Two months ago she wouldn’t even think about that, but everything was different now.

Adras was of, running with his fellow wolves, and she was still trapped in this human body she would never leave.

The bite marks were still visible and Garyl looked at them with disgust but also with a secret smile. Somehow she’d always known she wasn’t like the others. And now she knew that that was true. She had survived the wolf in herself and now she was a sort of super developed creature. Garyl could hear more, move faster and more silent, and see farther than any human being.
The only thing she hadn’t tested yet was her strength…

Tonight

The moonlight reflected in her eyes. From where he was sitting he could follow her every move. It's been three days now. It's a miracle that she's still the way she is. 
Silent as the unexpected death he jumped to the next building. Although the girl was a walking miracle, that was exactly the reason why Adras had picked her. 
If she stays herself, that could be the answer. He hoped. And so he followed her, every day and night and almost every second of every minute.
Tonight, it must happen tonight.


He jumped to the ground and chased her through the streets. She was fast and smart, but with his years of experience she wasn't smart enough.. Or, was she?
Adras stopped in the shadow and smoothly he became 'one' with the brick wall against his back.
Not long after that the girl walked by, carefully glancing over her shoulder. Adras smiled. Not careful enough. He grabbed the girls arm and pinned her to the wall.
"Hello," he growled.
Eyes wide with terror the girl looked back. "It's... it's you!"
"Of course it's me!" Adras answered and his eyes became a bit yellow.
"But it's not about me tonight, it's about you. Do you remember anything about three nights back?"
"No..." she cried.
"Good. Now follow me." 
Hesitating she watched him walk away. Then she came, with a sigh.


At the edge of town Adras stopped and he felt his power growing. 
"You are special, girl."
"My name is Garyl, not girl."
"Garyl it is then. You know why?"
"Because I'm just as fast as you are and I'm still human."
"Precisely."
Adras' eyes became yellow and with a growl and a howl he changed. The enormous wolf before Garyl didn't scare her at all. She smiled and ran her fingers through his fur.
"Adras... Brother.."

Chapter One - The Beginning

When I first saw her, I didn’t realized how special she was- or, at least, how special she could be.

No, I just walked past her toward the bus stop. Waiting there, I found that my eyes moved back to her. Not, just once, but at least five times, and it would became staring if it wasn’t for my bus to arrive.

The second time I saw her -I was eating an ice cream in the city- I suddenly knew why her picture was almost constant in my mind. She was perfect! Perfect for my latest story.

Oh, yes, I am a story teller, a writer, some one who plays with facts, reality and fantasy.

So based on looks, she was perfect, but now the hardest part… How should I name her, what would the adventure be, what to use as setting, et cetera, et cetera.

You see, writing a story isn’t easy. It’s not something every body can do. And not every story that’s been written by those who cán, will see the light, the printing plate and the bookstore.

Where was I? Oh, right, how to name her. Well, that is a great thing: to come up with the perfect name. Most of the times it won’t be perfect, but will it be suitable. First of all, I really don’t like the so-called ‘booknames’. No, really, I don’t. No Sophie’s, Sarah’s, Elena’s and Melanie’ s for me. I like the names a little bit different, but not hard to pronounce. So you can write some names down, mix them and sometimes –just sometimes- you have found your name. Or, you just… No, I’m not going to tell everything, differently everyone will think he/she can write a story and we all know that that’s just not true.

to be continued...

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