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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Hellow everybody who'll ever read this!


Welcome to Esmays life. Here I will share thoughts about life, write short stories and post some songs. 
Right now I'm at school and I was very very bored.. So I thought: yeah, why not make a blog?
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