CHAPTER ONE
All I knew was that I was running. Running faster than anything this wood had ever seen anyway; its weak trees and bushes fell down well before I did; casting dark shadows on my lantern as they flew past me. I dismissed them as though they were small flies not seven foot oaks. The mountains were small stumps they caused me only a short journey, the moonlight casting a bright pathway through the fields of dying wheat and sleeping cows. I did not stop running until I had reached my destination. It was a cave; small and dark apart from a lantern similar to my own swinging eerily on a nearby branch. "What is my name?" someone whispered. I extended my covered arm to greet the owner of the voice. "You have no name that is a trick question you are not human you do not follow our traditions." I replied waiting for an answer. "I see you have come alone." I nodded my eyes glinting in the half light. "You look well." I commented trying to muster some respect for the crook. "I try my best." He replied his slimy hands holding mine in an iron grasp. The villagers…do they know of your…transformation?" I tensed. He must have felt it as he then held my hands with a tighter grip than before. "I have told no one." I lied. He relaxed but still did not let go. "And these friends of yours they suspect nothing?" I stayed calm, my incredible skill of lying finally becoming useful. "I already told you they know nothing." As I said this I released myself from his hold and wiped my hands on the dress I was wearing. "You know something. Something you have no intention of telling me." I was thankful for the how little light our lanterns produced as I attempted to wipe the look of shock off my features. "Why would I want to do that?" I replied smoothly my lips curving up into a smile showing my gleaming sharp teeth. "Because it's in your nature is it not? A shape shifter is not someone you can trust…" My hands balled into fists as I glared at him through the darkness. "Never call me that filthy name!" I hissed grabbing his neck with an outstretched hand. "Calm! You really want to kill your own father?" he whispered. I dropped him slowly my hand still around his neck. "I would have killed you the minute I got here if you didn't possess your gift!" I spat, my hand tightening slightly as he chuckled darkly, Daring me to kill him. "You can't kill me! You wouldn't hurt a fly!" he whispered still grinning. "Watch me." I hissed.
And then it was over…