LUNA'S QUEST

Nola’s POV “No! No! Take anything you want but please spare me!” “Please! No! He's my only child, please spare us, Please…!” “Y…you all are blood suckers! You don't deserve to roam the surface of the earth! Demons!” The flickering fire, burning of houses and screams all sounded in the distance as my dad tried to get us to escape through the secret passage way. The sounds of killing and screams of pain almost made my brain explode. I held my mom tight as I didn't want to be separated from my family. Our steps were quick and silent as we spoke in hushed tones to avoid being discovered by the enemies. The floor creaked with every step we took, dad instructed us to get rid of our shoes to lessen the noise. My heart racing fast as I held on more tightly to my mom. I tried to block out the sounds as I recognized the familiar voices pleading for their lives to be scared. I didn't want to hear them but my actions to block them out had little effect. “Hey! You stop those people from escaping” Their voice sounded from behind us, I could see the fear in my dad eyes as he realized we've been discovered. Run! Run! My dad's voice sounded in my ears, just then I heard my mom let out a cry of pain, a nail had penetrated through her foot but she couldn't care less as we kept on running for our lives, my dad picking me up and increasing our pace. Don't even stress yourselves by running! Your pack has been completely blocked by our pack! Not even one of you can escape! They let out an ugly laugh. Mom's pace was gradually reducing, blood kept gushing out of her foot, her eyes getting weaker and weaker, finally she collapsed to the ground. The enemies were catching up and they wasn't much we could do. Go! Run Nola! I'll hold them off! My dad voice rang in my ears, I couldn't get myself to obey this instruction as I prefer to die with them than live without them. Go Nola! Live for us, mom said with a weak voice from the ground. Go! The walls of tears I've been building suddenly broke out, seeing there isn't much left to be done, I ran as fast as my little feets could take me. Damn Blood moon pack! I'll tear you all to shreds! I looked back only for me to see the Blood moon pack had already caught up with my parents and my dad holding them off, blocking them from emerging further. I looked at my mom and at that moment I felt as if I could read her eyes. Go on Nola! Live for us! I could hear my mom scream, her voice held grief, could it be they already killed my dad? Suddenly another scream broke out, this one is different from the one I heard last, a scream of one loosing it's life and it was from my mom. My heart shredded into pieces as I picked up my pace, I can't give these demons that satisfaction of catching up with me after they killed my parent, with trembling feets, i ran down the mountains and succeeded on escaping the Blood moon pack. But the danger is yet to be over as I've never been out of the interior of my pack, I still kept on running as I had no idea where I was going, letting the winds guide my path. I looked up at the moon which had turned red in the sky, I looked back at my once beautiful and peaceful community being burnt to the ground. “ Blood moon pack I swear you'll pay for what you've caused me today” I said with a heart full of pain, anguish and sorrow. I kept on running into the dawn of the day, my feets bruised and sore from running all night, my head banging and visions becoming blurry I couldn't hold my self up anymore as I observed my environment, everything looks unfamiliar from the smell, to the flowers to the hills and trees. The atmosphere was still as if the wind had seized from blowing, suddenly the trees began to shake, someone or something is watching me. I tried to run but my legs betrayed me, suddenly a giant wolf kept out of the hiding and launched towards me. No! No! I can't die like this, not now, not after my parents sacrifice. Nooo! My eyes snapped open. Dream. “Not this dream again”, I muttered to myself as I slowly regained consciousness. I slowly sat up from the bed and moved my stiff limbs, making little cracking sounds as if my bones were breaking. The fear from the nightmare still lingered in my mind as I could feel my heart still beating fast and hard. Seven years. It's been seven years since that day. The morning breeze slipping through the cracks in this cramped little cupboard, my thin top is no protection against this cold. I hugged myself and clutched the worn sheets in my hand, going back and forth, nodding my head trying to fight the tears that threatened to pour out. I promise to never be weak again. Damn Blood moon pack! I'll surely have my revenge! I pulled my sheets to cover the top of my body to give a little warmth against the cold. There's no way this sheet could hold out. The noise coming from the warriors out on the training ground, I quickly got out from bed to go join in the training, my only aim is to become stronger to avenge my parents. After that day, I was rescued by a group of Rouges who fought and defeated the flesh eating wolf, they took me in after hearing my story to become one of their own. I never truly fit in here, I was unique in all ways, one of which is most wolves starts with the yellow like eyes, these eyes enable them see in the dark, we wareshifters eyes will change from yellowish to blue after our first kill. A ware creature with red eyes indicates power. My eyes are emerald with flakes of silver wen examined closely, my hair is silvery white like that of the clear moon, it's length reaching my waist. I also have the power to command nature, the trees, flowers, grasses, they all come alive whenever i touch them. I wasn't always like this, I could vividly recall that night in my pack, I was seated on my dad's lap, my mom sat opposite us, the candle burning in the middle of the room, the peaceful atmosphere and the voices children playing outside. We just finished eating dinner when my dad picked me up. “Hey cupcake are you full?” My dad asked, using his hands to tuck the strand of hair that escaped the rest behind my ears. “Yes dad” I said with a smiley face trying to smothen out my hair myself, I hate for my hair to get dirty. “Mum why is my hair so white?” I asked mom who just returned from the kitchen, she cast a glance at my dad and I saw him nod as if giving his approval of something. Well I had to know why I had such high maintenance hair, turns out my hair’s not the only thing about me that is high maintenance.