Fall of the Magic Moon

Arabelle's pov I have just returned home from work. I am a positions maker. I specialize in potions to keep us hidden. We don't leave our city often since everything we need is already here, but it is occasionally necessary to venture out to make sure our barrier is in place and strong. For the most part we use potions to hide our existence. Years ago there were witch hunts. Fear swarmed the world and we were on the short end of the stick. Witches came together to hide ourselves from the outside world. They can't kill what they can't find. My home is like me small. I'm 5'2" and a curvey 145 lbs. My Silver hair is tied up in a messy bun to keep it out of the potions I've been making all day and my skin is far too pale from being cooped up on shifts. My eyes are a pinky purple color. My home is a little ran down but clean. It was on the outskirts of the city, but still within the wall and barrier's protection. I smile sadly as I walk up the few steps to the door. I remember happier times. When my parents where alive that this place shown with beauty and happiness. My family was close little nit. We would crowd the with our laghter as I played outside. Mother would tend to our garden, that was now over grown for the most part with all the hours I worked. I missed them terribly. I heard the worst sound that I had ever heard. I turned towards the noise, and to my horror, seen the barrier and wall come down only 20 miles from me. I ran into the home and emptied the potion cabinet into my bag. All the vials but one. This one I grabbed and swallowed. It's bitter taste burnt my throat and brought tears to my eyes. I blinked quickly hushing the tears. I had to think fast and cry later. Quickly leaving the only home I had ever known I started to run to my hiding spot. I cursed my small legs hearing the howl of wolves invading my homeland. I could hear the screams from town as others realized what had happened. See the lake in front of me, I was almost there. Normally, I was here to enjoy the senary and be alone. Whenu parents passed I found a spot just big enough for me. This stopped all the would be helpers to give me some space without hurting their feelings. The old Oak tree had a small hallow spot at the bottom just barely big enough for me to hide. As I slid into the hole I cursed again, it was tighter than I remembered and I prayed I could squeeze all the way in. Hearing paws against the ground, I wedged myself in the tree's hallow and prayed the potion would be enough to hide my scent. Wolves had a sensitive nose, almost anything could set them off. Luckily, I never wore perfume. I tried my best to keep still, but my breathing was still ragged from the run. I was worried they would hear my breathing and find me. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. I worked hard and brought my heart beat and breathing to a minimum. This is where I stayed for two days... Faelan pov We had stormed the wall just yesterday and most of the city fell instantly. We were mainly wrapping everything up by catching the few that has scattered. These witches were not fighters, we did not fear a physical attack, but my father had sent me here to end there spells and potions that did more harm than good. Witches were cold and calculating. They would sell the potion with intent, but it never panned out for the user. There was always a catch. My father, king of the Werewolves knew he needed to stop them before we dwindled in numbers and couldn't defend ourselves by there sheer numbers. I watched as the witches were all being rounded up and gathered into carts. My father's idea was to use them as workers and servants. Then the omegas would have an easier time and have more time with their families. Part of me cringed at the sight of what was happening, but that part could not see the light of day. My father was King, so he ruled over even the Alpha's. I was in training. One day I would be handed the crown to rule my own way, but my father had to trust me first. So here I was in a distant land rounding the last resistance of witches and bring them home to be sold to the highest bidders. I turned to Corey, my best friend and soon to be Beta. I could tell by the look on his face, that he really wanted no part in this. I patted him on the shoulder and said, " I feel the same, but soon this will be over and my dad will hand over the reigns. Then we can rule better and more fairly to them.' Corey nodded and said, "May the Moon Goddess have mercy on us all." His eyes glased for a second and he said, "They are loading the last of them. Should we head back?" I nodded wanting to be done with this as quick as possible. The carts would follow slower. Arabelle pov I finally broke my transe and looked around. I was listening for anyone. My mouth was beyond dry and I looked at the lake. My throat seemed to burn, demanding I go for a drink. I slowly pulled myself from the trunk of the tree as my muscles screamed from being wedged in the tree for so long. I didn't have the strength to walk, so I crawled to the lakes edge. slowly I sipped the water. Of course I wanted to rush and drink my fill, but I knew it would only make me sick. After a few moments of drinking water, I noticed the bugs from the tree crawling on me. With a small shriek, I rolled into the water to wash them off. I looked towards town. I seen the smoke and a tear fell down my cheek. I heard some noise in the distance and tried to quickly get out of the water. My body wasn't listening in it's weakened state and before I knew it, two wolves were heading in my direction. No, I had to get away. I made it to the tree for my bag, but the wolves were getting close. I dug through me bag and that's when I was knocked to the ground. one wolf kept his sharp fangs near my throat as the other transformed back into his human state and pinned my arms behind my back. He easily pulled me to my feet. Then he preceded to push me in the direction they came from. Luckily for me it wasn't much farther than over the hill, because my body screamed from lack of movement and lack of food. To the cart holding my fellow villagers I must of looked a mess with the dried mud from the fall to the ground and my fair spilling from my bun with the tossel on the ground. but the mud hid my features, which I thanked. The wolf that had my arms shoved me into the cart and said, " Take this mess off my hands. Why are they always so plain looking." I landed on several of the villagers and apologized trying to right myself. I pulled my legs in and wrapped my arms around them. I put my head on my knees and prayed to any god that would listen. I felt the jerk as the car went back into motion. The following days were pretty much the same. We were woken by being shoved into the cart. There we were cramped together until dusk. The wolves stopped made camp. Some were left to watch us, some made dinner, and some put up their tents. we were expected to sleep by the carts and barely given enough leeway to relieve ourselves. after the wolves ate, they gave us scraps and a drink of water. Some wolves went to sleep, while others celebrated our defeat. They took turns watching us with their eyes full of hate. Would we really be able to survive? Some of the villagers began to wish for death as we traveled.