Saving a King

Unforeseen but, Never Forgotten

I have no idea what to do. Should I hide? Are the wolves here to kill me too? I don’t have time to think about this, as the scary men make their way out onto the back porch. The only light coming from my small porch light, only showing me part of them. The black wolf steps forward, barring its teeth at the brown eyed man. He just laughs in return.

I step slowly back, trying to maneuver my way between the other ferocious wolves. Suddenly, the brown eyed man speaks, “where do you think you’re going?”. Oh no, he’s talking to me, even though he is surrounded, he doesn’t seem afraid. How is that possible? “Why are you here?”, I ask the man after I finally found my voice. He laughs again, the sound is anything but friendly. “We’re here to take you home, of course.”, he states as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “Home? This is my home.” I tell him, even though, that should be clear to him, seeing as he just broke into it.

The black wolf steps forward again, clearly done with the conversation. The one eyed man also steps forward, coming down the steps. In one simple second, all hell breaks loose in my backyard. Clearly, the one eyed man’s challenge was enough for the wolves. They all lunge forward, and so do the big men. As the men leap from my porch, something sickening cracks through the air. The sound of bones breaking! What the heck? No one has even touched anyone else yet.

To my utter shock and disbelief, the men that were once jumping from my porch, are now standing as wolves! How? What? Why? Am I freaking dreaming?! Something is definitely wrong here. I rub my eyes vigorously, trying in vain to wake up. This is real, this is happening. In front of the black wolf, stands fifteen pure white wolves. There eyes are the only thing of color against the crisp white of their fur. I can tell who two of them are. In the very front is the one eyed man, and next to him stands the brown eyed man.

The black wolf growls loudly, seemingly signaling the fight to begin. Wolves of all colors lunge forward, biting and clawing the white wolves. The blood is clear against their perfect fur. They do not go down without a fight, though. They are tearing and slashing the colored wolves. A sharp yelp, followed by a loud whine can be heard in the chaos, and I watch as three white wolves take the red wolf down to the ground.

The fight seems to last forever, as I cower beneath the big tree in my backyard. I’m afraid to move, afraid to breathe as not to draw attention to myself. I watch in utter terror as the wolves tear each other apart. I cannot tell who is winning, or who I want to win. I just want this to be over, better yet, I wish it had never happened! Suddenly, one of the white wolves howls, signaling their defeat as it and only five others retreat in the direction they came from.

I stand slowly, not entirely sure I can trust my legs to hold me. I gawk in silence at the dead wolf bodies that litter the ground. The colored wolves seem to mourn their losses as they bow their giant heads over their fallen comrades. I have no idea what I should do, this is too much for me to handle, silent tears start streaming down my face, and I am soon sobbing loudly.