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Clarabelle was an average heighted girl for the age of 15, but she had no problem getting around and standing up for herself. All she wanted to do in life was to track down her family's murderer and finish what they started 2 years ago. She wanted to kill it; she wanted to tear it up so badly.

When Clarabelle was 13 her family had been murdered by some sort of monster and she was helpless to save them. She was walking home from school when she realised something was wrong, it was unusually quiet. At her house there was always some sort of heated argument going on between either her parents or her 3 other siblings. But today there was nothing, not even a leaf stirred. It was dead still and smelt gross, like something meaty had rotted away. Clarabelle walked cautiously towards the house quite unsure of the possibility's that could have happened she braced herself for some sort of prank that her brother usually played on her. Which one would it be this time the old bucket on the door trick. She check the door before she walked through but no bucket,

"Hmm" she wondered out loud

Then she heard movement from inside, she cautiously edged her way toward the hall then she finally noticed the smell of dry blood, her mum probably forgot to clean the knife after she cooked a steak or something, it was probably nothing important. She proceeded up the stairs then she noticed something strange, something that was out of whack her sister's door was open and looked as if it was going to fall off its hinges. Clarabelle moved slowly towards it taking caution not to make too much sound. Then she saw something horrific. she saw her sisters' mutilated corpse lying spread out upon the ground in the most twisted and sickening position. She stared with a horrified look, and then she noticed all the other doors looked the same as her sisters, falling of their hinges, she moved towards her brother's room and saw both her brothers in the exact same position as her sister, dead and mangled. She then tiptoed across to her parent's room and the same as her siblings, they were dead, but they had put up a fair fight as she could see there were burnt curtains and holes in the walls and floor. Her mother's body was half in the room and half on the balcony. She had obviously tried to escape but failed. Then Clarabelle felt the drip of something wet on the top of her head and looked up to see a most horrid looking creature. It was as she figured by looking at is size and talons that it was some sort of wolf. It could not have been a werewolf as it was still bright daylight, a wolf of sorts none the less, it was upside down, and clinging to the roof with is huge strong claws. And then it pounced onto her trying to tear at her face but she held her hands in front of her in an attempt to protect herself from the beast's ferocity but it was no use it knocked her scratched and bloody hands aside and took a swipe at her leg and she cried out in agony. She looked around desperately looking for something, anything to poke or stab at the creature. Then she noticed her father's cane where he kept his pocket knife and she reached for it, it was just out of her reach. She risked a roll and just managed to break free of the wolfs grip and freed the knife from its hiding place she reached for it and just managed to doge one of the wolfs swipes and grabbed the knife she rolled sideways and stabbed the knife through the wolves hand as it tried again to tear her face off. The wolf fell off her howling in pain. Clarabelle got up and tried to run but the beast grabbed her foot and tripped her, and next thing she knew she was lying on the ground, the world spinning around her. The beast edged closer to her like a tiger examines its prey before striking. Then it spoke;

"You're not like the others" it growled "the others where different, they had special powers they were great and powerful, but you, your" it paused "normal"

"Yeah, and what are you, a little puppy out for its walkies?" she mocked

It growled and pounced but she managed to just roll out of the way before it was on top of her.

"You will pay for mocking me" it snarled

"Sorry I'm broke" she said turning her pants pockets inside out and then she sprinted out of the room with the wolf on hot pursuit. She ran for the kitchen and hid behind the stove. The wolf ran in a moment later growling. It went to look in the cupboards when he couldn't find her it preceded to the living room. Clarabelle let out a sigh of relief and slid out from behind the stove and edged towards the living room taking caution not to make a sound in case it noticed she was there. When she heard no growl or movement in front of her she slowly moved towards the kitchen knife wrack, chose a regular sized knife her mother used to cut the vegetables then proceeded to the living room where she found the beast hunkered up against the wall whimpering in pain. Then a strange man with black hair and pale skin walked into her line of sight and spoke in a voice that said warmth and pain

"Are you Clarabelle?" he asked

"Um yes"

"I was told by Artimas that you could help me"

"Help you with what exactly?"

"I want to know what you know about…trolls"

"Why do you need to know about trolls?"

"My friend Sarina Oracle has a friend over in London who needs to find and take down the troll under the London Bridge"

"OK, I'll help" she replied