Chapter Five: Enlightenment
“So, tell us, what is your name?”
The stranger belted up a laugh, “I have no name, but you can call me wolf for all simplicity.”
“Wolf? Why wolf?” Isabella was quite curious.
“I come from the Yuko tribe,”
“The Yuko tribe? But I thought they disappeared in the history books!” Walker was obviously corrected.
“We may have been hidden, but certainly not out of existence,” he paused a bit before continuing, “we chose to remain a mystery, or as you said, extinct.”
“But why?” Isabella interrupted.
“Patience, youngling.”
“Youngling? You don’t even look half as old as me.”
“While that may be true, I am indeed far older then either of you will ever live to be.”
“Huh?”
“Quiet, the place is sacred ground; to speak loud is an offence.”
They had been walking though a hidden corridor within the hall of justice. The corridor was made out of mossy stone and gravel, wooden torches lit the deserted place, and there were no windows to the outside. The entrance was covered up and hidden by a statue of a werewolf, it had several scars on its back and its eyes were of a blood red color. Its mouth stood wide open, as a blade ran through the heart of the beast.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Chapter Five: Enlightenment
“So, tell us, what is your name?”
The stranger belted up a laugh, “I have no name, but you can call me wolf for all simplicity.”
“Wolf? Why wolf?” Isabella was quite curious.
“I come from the Yuko tribe,”
“The Yuko tribe? But I thought they disappeared in the history books!” Walker was obviously corrected.
“We may have been hidden, but certainly not out of existence,” he paused a bit before continuing, “we chose to remain a mystery, or as you said, extinct.”
“But why?” Isabella interrupted.
“Patience, youngling.”
“Youngling? You don’t even look half as old as me.”
“While that may be true, I am indeed far older then either of you will ever live to be.”
“Huh?”
“Quiet, the place is sacred ground; to speak loud is an offence.”
They had been walking though a hidden corridor within the hall of justice. The corridor was made out of mossy stone and gravel, wooden torches lit the deserted place, and there were no windows to the outside. The entrance was covered up and hidden by a statue of a werewolf, it had several scars on its back and its eyes were of a blood red color. Its mouth stood wide open, as a blade ran through the heart of the beast.