Chapter 1

In our small village Itex, there's a deep and dark legend that has haunted us for generations. A legend about a beast, with a fur coat dark as night, the strength of ten men, and golden eyes that aren't human. Many tourists from the city come to search for and 'hunt down' what they believe is a 'werewolf', a person that can shape shift into a wolf-like creature. They enter the Itex Forest, only to never return. Most of the villagers believe that this beast truly exists. Several think that it's just an old myth. I used to be one of those people, that didn't believe in such a creature, but now I have to. Because this so-called mythical creature killed my older brother.

Our parents had died two or three years after I was born, so I didn't know them as well as Noel had, who was seven when it happened. It's already been thirteen years but I still had faint memories of Mother's warm smile and Father's comforting arms. After that we lived with our grandmother, the shaman of our village. She would usually be out of the hut, healing someone in their home or picking herbs in the nearby field, but her most important job was in the sacrificial ceremony for Fang, the mythical creature everyone in our village feared whether or not they believed in his existence. Whenever there was a full moon in the night sky, our village placed sacrificial offerings at the steps of the temple by the Itex forest, usually meat or bread or other food. After everyone offered something to Fang, my grandmother would recite some ancient spell and by the next day, the offerings were gone. Last time, instead of food, I had offered a golden chain necklace. I had been given it long ago, probably by my parents, but had never found use in the thing. I immediately received a scolding from grandmother after the sacrificial ceremony, but I knew she couldn't take it back. Once placed on the temple steps, you can't take back an offering, because it would be disrespectful and people believe Fang would find out and hunt you down. I had offered the chain because I felt that maybe the beast would want something to own. I had told my grandmother this and she scolded me even more, saying the beast cared for nothing and only thought about satisfying its selfish needs. I didn't object, not wanting to punished, even though I believed that the beast had to have at least some feelings. She then handed me a broom and told me to sweep the floors in our hut. That was the night Ari didn't come back.


Hey guys! This is actually a prewritten short story that I had done for a summer writing class and I was like "What the hey, lets turn it into a fanfiction!"

So I've actually really wanted to write a Fax fanfiction for a while now and have a lot of ideas, but I dont have enough free time to write :(

This story is AU, and several things are different, for example Ari is older than Max.

Sorry if that annoys you guys, I understand, but I had to edit it so that it went along with my story.

Hope you enjoy this piece and please review, fave and follow!

Less than three,

PalmerPie