The day the Ghost died

As Danielle sat in detention, acting like she was reading her book, all she could think about was getting out and hanging out with Sam. She really liked Sam, yet she could not tell him her feelings only because of the fact that she was shy. As she sat there, mentally kicking her self for being afraid to talk to a boy about her feeling when she fought ghosts on a daily basis, some mist escaped her mouth.

It was not the usual blue mist that came out when she felt a ghost near by. Instead it was a black in color. She had never had this color ever come out of her mouth, yet she knew it was important. Making sure that no one else saw the mist, she asked the teacher in charge if she could go and talk with Ms. Lancer about the assignment that she had to finish. When the teacher asked what it was about, she said that it was a report over the story Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. The teacher allowed her to go, but to be back in five minutes.

As Danielle was running through the halls, another blast of black mist escaped her mouth. As she looked around for a ghost, she saw a black wolf walk out of one of the class rooms and it looked up at her. She saw that it had brown eyes that you could lose your self in. The wolf then tilted its head back and howled a howl that turned her blood ice cold. All she could feel was the pain in its howl and all she could hear was the morning that this wolf felt for something. It was as if the wolf was more human than beast.

When the wolf was done, Danielle changed from her regular form into Shadow Ghost. The wolf looked over at her with a look that would suggest that the wolf would smile if he could, and ran off and out an open window. Danielle, stunned that the wolf just ran off, changed back to normal as Ms. Lancer rounded that corner, looking for the source of the howl, only to see Danielle standing there, looking like she was lost.

"Danielle?" Ms. Lancer said, breaking the trance, "What is going on?"

"Um," it took Danielle a minute to gather her thoughts, "I was in detention when some black mist came out of my mouth, so I went to see what had caused it, and I saw a wolf. I looked into its eyes and then it went out the window…"

"Well, perhaps you should return to detention before you get into some kind of trouble." Ms. Lancer then escorted Danielle back to detention before going on to meet with a new student.

As Danielle sat down, she noticed that the book she was acting like she was reading was a book about ancient Celtic gods and goddesses. When she turned back to the page she left her book mark in and gasped quietly. She was looking at the wolf that she had seen, yet there was no way it was true.

She decided to read what the picture was about. The picture was about a monstrous wolf by the name of Fenrir or Fenrisulfr, the son of Loki. Odin had the wolf raised among the Æsir. Only the god Týr was daring enough to feed the growing monster. The gods urged by the wolf's increasing strength and by prophecies that he would be their destruction, attempted to bind the great beast. Twice he agreed to be chained and twice easily burst out of two successive fetters. The first, made of iron, was called Lœðingr. The second, also of iron, but of twice the strength, was called Drómi.

Odin decided to have the dwarves make the chain Gleipnir (the "deceiver" or "entangler"). It appeared to be only a silken ribbon but was made of six wondrous ingredients: the sound of a cat's footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, bear's sinews (meaning nerves, sensibility), fish's breath, and bird's spittle.

Then the gods challenged Fenrisulfr to break this chain also. But the wolf noted the thinness and fineness of construction of Gleipnir and not unreasonably suspected a trick. He agreed to make the test only if one of the gods was willing to place his hand in the wolf's mouth during the binding as a pledge to free him if he failed to break the chain. No god was willing to do this, until Týr stood forth and placed his hand in the wolf's mouth. Fenrisulfr strained to burst the chain but the more he struggled the tighter he was held. When the gods would not free him, the wolf bit off Týr's hand at the wrist.

'Wow.' was all Danielle could say. The thing that perplexed her the most was, could that have been Fenrisulfr himself, or maybe it was just a wolf that looked a lot like him. She knew what she would be doing tonight instead of sleeping.

"GOD!" Danielle shouted to no one in particular, "How hard can it be to find a wolf out in the middle of the damn city!"

Danielle landed in the middle of the road, not really worried because it was about two in the morning. As she looked around, she heard a clicking somewhere behind her. As she turned around, she formed a katana made up of her own energy, and faced her foe.

The wolf had walked out of the shadows and on to the empty street. Danielle looked, once again, into the eyes of the Fenrisulfr. As she stood there, the wolf started to take on a human shape.

Fenrisulfr started to change by standing on his hind legs, which had grow thick and strong, as his front legs started to grow as long as regular arms. Next was his torso. It grew in to a normal human torso, as if he had just eaten a meal and gotten fat. When the rest of the body looked normal, Fenrisulfr head finally started to change.

First, the hair on his face and neck ( and all over his body for that matter) shank back to a slightly acceptable size, though the hair on his head was still long and got longer, till it was about down to the small of his back. His face shank back to a normal look, yet there was still a dangerous look to him. Last, his eyes. They still had not changed, and that was when she broke the trance that she had put him in.

She looked over at her opponent and saw that he stood a little less than six feet tall. He wore a black leather trench coat, a white under shirt, a red button up shirt with a Celtic symbol on the front, blue jeans and brown cowboy boots (sounds familiar?). He still had brown eyes, yet from no where, glasses appeared on his face.

"So," Fenrisulfr said in a calm, deep voice, "you are the one that everyone is talking about. Well…you're not much."

"Excuse me! What is that exactly does that mean?" Danielle asked, realizing he just insulted her for no reason.

"Well…if you were smart, you wouldn't have stood in the road, no matter what time it is." Fenrisulfr said, with a small smile on his lips.

"What are you talking about?" Danielle asked, getting annoyed at this…person.

"Well, why don't you look for your self?" He then gestured behind her.

As she turned around, she saw that there was a girl lying in the road…dead. As she looked at the girl, she saw that it was none other than herself, and the guy that hit her, calling the police and telling them what had happened. She started to cry because now she was dead, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up and saw that Fenrisulfr was standing over her, with a kind, brotherly smile. He then went over to her body and touched the head and the body started to breathe. Danielle, who now felt very weird, just sat there in shock.

"I need you to do me a favor. You must help a girl by the name of Rhozlyn. You will know who she is when you see her. Just help her any way you can." He then knelt down in front of Danielle and kissed her on the forehead.

The next thing Danielle saw was someone standing over her, flashing a flashlight into her eyes. When she tried to bat away the light, she heard a howl and sat up. She looked around and found the source of the howl, a wolf walking away into the shadows, leaving a note on the ground at her feet. As everyone looked in the same direction that she was looking, no one saw a thing. The wind then picked up the note and placed it in Danielle's lap. She read the name and decided to keep her vow only because he had given her a second chance.

"Thank you." Was all she said before she passed out, not knowing that there was someone else there, eyeing her with hatred.