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I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
Nelson Mandela

"Bella, wake up! I need you to do something, so get dressed and come here!" the sound of my mother's screeching voice dragged me from dreams full of strange icy blue eyes staring at me, watching me as I walked through the forest to my destination.

As I rose from my warm bed I sent my mum an equally loud response, "Fine!" I then began to dress putting on my favorite dress, the dress was made of a rougher fabric that was dyed pitch black, but that isn't the reason it's my favorite the reason it is my favorite is that from the bottom of my sleeves red tendrils climbed the black fabric and swirled around my arms up to my should and finished in an elaborate pattern at the base of my neck.

I smoothed my dress as I went down the steps and walked into the kitchen, where I was greeted with the sight of my mum looking very lush for it being about the ninth hour of the day. I greet her with a rude,

"Good morning".

Before brushing past her to grab a piece of the bread that I had baked only yesterday, I then turned to face the superficial woman and to ask her what she wanted, when I noticed an older man sitting at the table. He was dressed in a posh looking suit and had a shiny leather brief case, placed on the table in front of him.

Stepping closer to my mother, I turned and whispered to her after briefly noting the anxious look that resided on her unwrinkled face, "Who is that? And why did you call me down here?"

"He says that he works for your grand mum and that we couldn't start until you were down here" Was the hushed reply the I received, before she walked, as calmly as one could when a strange man was in the house and there was no man to protect her and her female off-spring, if he decided to be violent, over to the man and said, "Now that my daughter is here can we begin?"

The unknown man answered her by shifting his briefcase closer to him and opening it; he then reached in and pulled out a single envelope. He got up and slowly walked towards me, "Take this to your grandmother". And with that he made his way to the door, my mother scurried after him, muttering quickly, "Have a nice day."

As I waited for my mum to return to the kitchen, I took a brief glance at the heavy envelope now resting in my hands, it looked like nothing I had ever seen, being made of an old parchment that felt as if it would suddenly crumble if there was a slight change of wind. The writing looked just as old as the paper it was written upon. Each letter looked as if some scribe had spent hours making the symbols perfect.

I had just begun to look at the seal that closed the mysterious letter when my mum decided to reappear. She snatched the envelope from my hands and started to pry the wax from paper, suddenly a cold shiver stampeded through my body like a herd of antelope running from a hungry lioness. As soon as the feeling passed my hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, surprising my mum enough that the letter slipped through her hands. I then watched as the envelope floated to the ground. My mother looked at me and questioned, "Bella why the hell did you do that?"

I hesitated before answering, knowing that she would simple dismiss the feeling that passed through my body telling me not to let her open the envelope,

"I just felt like we shouldn't open it." Was the best answer I could come up with. I bent down and scooped the envelope up, this time clutching it to my chest incase mum tried to take it again.

She gave me a look of exasperation, before replying, "Then what do you suppose it do with it then, Hmmm?" She ran her perfect fingers through her equally perfect hair, and then smoothed her hair back insuring its perfection.

"I'm going to do just as that man said and take it to grandmother." The words slipped from my tongue as if they were not my own.

She gave me a smirk before saying, "You're going to take it to grandmother's house? You do know that the journey will take you longer than a few hours, and that you'll probably still be walking when the sunsets?" I could tell by the mocking tone of her voice that she had absolutely no faith in me what so ever.

Enraged by her mocking tone, I held steadfast in my decision. I then turned and headed to my room to grab my red riding hood so I wouldn't freeze. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, paused for only a second to give my mum an answer to her "questions"," Yeah that's exactly what I'm going to do."

A few minutes later I was once again at the bottom of the stairs, except this time I had my red hood on my back and a wicker basket filled with the letter, a blanket ,a knife and some of the fresh bread, when I saw my mother rise from the chair she was sitting on and stride towards me. Her steps long and graceful, she stopped in front of me and lent forward to whisper anything but words of love and support, "Don't let the wolf get you."

With that she disappeared to some other corner of the house that would never be my home. I brushed her comment off, just like I have for years and stepped out of the house not knowing the repercussions my journey would have…