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User: CC_Hatter

Status: Writing my will on my phone! BTW- How wild can a Full Moon party be, right?...

Relationship: PSHHHHH Who needs a bf? Not me!

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Family: 0 Brothers, 1 Sister, 1 Talking pink and black rabbit with eye patch ( a Hatter's thing)

Latest Mirror Post: " Heading to Cerci_Wolf's family archive! Can't wait to finish writing my will! I'm gonna die in the BIG BAD WOLF's archive! HA how many people can say that? :)"

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Aubrey_LV: "Seriously? Offensive. Dad isn't even that bad. It's just his title SHESSH! Don't hate just cause your parents are like totes crae-crae!"

Sierra_Wolf: "Aubrey, take a chill pill. They don't get. No one but the wolves get it. On the other hand, Davina, that's totes harsh!"

Heat_Sinclair: "U 2 r being protective 4 no reason. We've never even met him. Stop givin' Davina a hard time.

Aubrey_LV: " Shut your snout Heath! Just cause ur 24 moons older doesn't mean ur alpha! Ur only defnding her cause u like her! Stick to B-ball and keep ur jersey on."

Heat_Sinclair: "wha- no i don't! Don't tell me what to do diva!"

(Narrator #1) Yes, Heath, that's definitely a nice come-back (sarcastic)

(Narrator #2) AHEM! Putting that aside-

(Narrator #1) Wow, you love interrupting me don't you.

(Narrator #2) AHEMM! Anyways, I know what you're thinking- 24 moons?! How old is he?! How old is Aubrey?! Let me explain: When we say moons we mean months. One moon is one full month. So it's basic math.

(Narrator #1) Fool! They don't know what you're talking about. For starters you were supposed to introduce all the characterson the first chapters, and especially all the Sinclairs! There are like 18 siblings , you know.

(Narrator #2) Right! I knew that. I was saving for later ( In order from oldest to youngest):

Sierra Sinclair: Age 34 - Job: Founder of "Di Immortales Atlantis Spa Resort and Hotel"

Dylan Sinclair: Age 32 - Job: #1 Patisserie Chef in Wonderland and Lore

Andrew Sinclair: Age 29 - Job: National Footbal Player ( Team Captain and Quarterback)

Stephen Sinclair: Age 28 - Job: TeenWolf Magazine" Male Model ( Stephanie's Twin)

Stephanie Sinclair: Age 28 - Job: "Sinclair Vogue Magazine" Editor-In-Chief and Founder

Leylani Sinclair: Age 25 - Job: "Sinclair's Devilish Undies" Designer and Founder

Ryck Sinclair: Age 24 - Job: "Teen Wolf Locker Shoes" Company CEO and Founder

Raven Sinclair: Age 24 - Job: Female Junior Olympian Track Star

Heath Sinclair: Age 22 - Job: Basketball National All Star ( Team Captain)

Hunter Sinclair: Age 21 - Job: Lostlorn Forest Bounty Hunter

Ronan Sinclair: Age 20 - Job: Military Officer

Drail Sinclair: Age 19 - Job: Youngest Military General in Lore History

Aubery Sinclair: Age 19 - Job: Part-time Beauty College Student, Full time Diva ( Drail's twin)

Austin Sinclair: Age 18 - Job: Teen Mega-Star Hearthrob

Liam Sinclair: Age 17 - Job: 5 Star Actor

Clarissee Sinclair: Age 17 - Job: TeenWolf Secret Service ( SHH ITS A SECRET)

Cerice Sinclair: Age 16 - Job: "Faded Howl" Clothing Designer and Founder ( expensive stuff)

Rei Sinclair: Age 14 - Job: "Devilish Boy Magazine" Model and Middle School Hearthrob

(Narrator #1) Apologies. He got off track.

(Narrator #2) Back to the story then!

"Ughh... we've been walking forever after.."

Briar complained.

"Obviously the Queen of Sleep wouldn't know anything about hiking."

Koral smirked. Smirking was a thing the Chesires were known for. The Chesire Cat did nothing but act all haughty and smirky and stuff and disappeared so naturally she took on the genetics. She couldn't help it.

It had been over an hour hike to the Sinclair archive. Cerice's father had said to her it sat on Moonlight Peak. Not precisely a mountain, but not exactly very warm. He had also given her a warning.

"The archive was built there by my father to ensure the secret of the Cresent Wolves and Sinclair Wolves were never exposed and exploit. One paw in the wrong place and everyone's a goner."

He had said.

"The only way to get through safetly is to get pass the Guardian. You have to show prowess or she'll never let you pass."

Marching and dragging their feet to the top of a steep hill, they had arrived. The full moon was rising into place but the sun had just started setting.

"Why do they call this Moonlight Peak?"

Davina had basically no interest in any other history than her family's so obviously she was failing History class.

"On the 10th year, the night the Full Moon Party is held, the moonlight touches the very top branch of that cherry blossom tree."

Cerice pointed to a large cherry blossom tree in full bloom towering over the Sinclair archive.

"The moonlight transforms the cherry blossom petals into Artemis who then travels by wind to protect her woods."

"Well, let's get moving."

Ella said, checking her phone.

"It's 8:45 and we only have a few hours."

While approaching closer to the archive, they noticed a field of stone statues that stood between them and the gleaming archive that shined in the setting sunlight.

As they made their way past the statues, half way to the archive, Wolfy pointed out a statue of a saytr.

"Weird. Ha this looks exactly like Demina's uncle, Roland."

Cerice shivered with a look of horror.

"Roland... He was killed by.."

SSSSSSSSSSSSS!

"Come hear, tasty morsels! I won't eat you! I only want some more friends to add to my collection!"

A silky beautiful voice was approaching them quickly.

That sound... that couldn't be...

Briar thought.

She turned around in horror only to realize she was right!

"Medusa! Everyone hide! Turning people to stone all these eons made her near-sighted! Blend in with the statues!"

Cerice announced quietly.

As silently as they could, Briar, Cerice, Kohl, Koral, Ella, and Davina hid behind statues near each other.

"Pss! Cerice!"

It was Davina whispering hastfully.

"Did your Dad mention Medusa was guarding the archive?!"

"No... he just said there was a guardian.."

"Well did he tell you how to get her off our tails?!"

Wolfy wasn't panicking but he was shaking warily.

""He said..."

Cerice started thinking.

To face her with prowess... in other words... show Medusa who's boss. But for a wolf to do that they'd have too..

Cerice pulled away from the statue off a naiad she was hiding behind. There , five feet away, was Medusa.

"Cerice! What are you doing?!"

Briar's hissed yelling sounded almost like a mean hissing snake.

"Medusa! I'm over hear!"

Medusa sniffed the air.

"Ahh... a daughter of the Sinclair Wolf. I wonder if he will be made if I turned you.. No matter, if you can't domesticate me, you shall perish!"

Medusa lunged forward, walking fast towards Cerice who stood her ground.

Cerice's yellowish silver eyes glowed in the fading light.

A low growl got louder as Medusa approached.

Cerice's claws sheathed and she snarled, showing her wolf teeth.

Medusa was impressed.

Certainly a daughter of Sinclair

Medusa was face to face with Cerice now.

All of her friends watched Cerice and Medusa warily from behind the safety of stone statues.

GRR... AWWAWAAAWWWOOOOO!

Cerice howled, not turning to stone.

Medusa backed away and place on sunglasses made of... stone?

"Very impressive young wolf. If I weren't actually testing you, you would be stone by now. Nevertheless, impressive for a young Sinclair."

Medusa turned away and retreated into the woods.

Cerice turned away and walked throught the stone statues, not a word slipped out of anyone's mouth until they reached the archive.

Towering at half the height of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, covered in silver and celestial bronze, it gleamed in the rising moon.

"10. We've gotta get moving."

Ella stared at the archive while still focussing attention on her phone.

"Better idea."

Cerice said.

"Let's split up. Wolfy, Koral, Ella, set up the party in the woods."

"But the legend-"

"Screw it. If the legend's real we can evacuate in 5 minutes tops. Invite all Sinclairs and Cresent Wolves. Briar, Davina, and I will check out the archive."

With that the group split up.

Inside the bronze doors of the archive reeked of death, blood, and ... snakes?

Something's definitely rotting...

Cerice thought.

"Ughh... I've neverr smelled anything so... vile"

Briar complained.

"Huh, smells like the Queen of Heart's dungeon."

Replied Davina. She's been trapped in some cooky places.

Against the walls were dusty shelves with worthless books stacked up neatly.

Cerice pawed oneof the book and pulled one out with a blue and red cover.

"How to Remove Werewolf Venom from Plants for Experiments. She opened the book and flipped through the pages. Empty. She went to a different shelf and flipped through it. Empty pages. Again and again, all the pages were empty.

"This isn't the real archive!"

she exclaimed.

"It is the real deal. I've been here before... I don't know how I know but down the hall and to the left... add a drob of Sinclair or Cresent blood on the ground and a secret room opens up...or.."

They went down the hall and to the left.

Bottles of monster parts were on tables of rotted wood that they passed.

At the end of the left turn, a woman was sitting in a tripod stood, her back reclined. Her skin was leathery and she wore an old faded and torn tye-dye dress. Bead hung around her neck on strings. She was dead, or at least had been dead. All around her were souvnirs from every city in Lore that had been produced in the 1800's. Next to her head, on the wall, hung a head of a giant snake with horns hammered into a plaque.

So that's what I smelled rotting...

"Ha, I bet you're hating you're keen nose now~"

Davina Smirked.

Green smoke poured out of her mouth as she sat up. Her body lifted and she sat up straight. The sound of her voice coiled around their brains and like snakes, they slipped in one hear and out the other:

"I am the spirit of the Oracle of Delphi,

Slayer of the Mighty Python,

And speaker of the Phoebus Apollo,,

Come forward, seeker,

and ask."

Davina was the first to speak up.

"Is the legend of Artemis and these woods true?"

"Ahh.. twas' true, thousands of years ago, when these woods were pure. Others invaded and the Spirit of Artemis has fled."

Cerice was next.

"My father, the head of the Sinclair Wolves, told me that there is a prophecy about me?"

"Cerice Di Immortales Sinclair, your fate twas written long ago."

She knows my full name?

"The prophecy... knowledge tis' not always power, Sinclair. It is often a burden. Do you still want to proceed?"

Cerice nodded.

"Very well."

"On the night of all nights,

where the moon and sun shone deadily bright,

Youngest Daughter of Sinclair will be revered,

be warned young princess, for by many you shall be feared,

One you call friend shall betray,

In the end, beloved Cresent Wolf shall pay."

"Wow... Dramatic much?"

Davina had guts. Briar was standing, still in shock a skeleton was talking.

Well that's Davina for ya, laughing in the face of certain death since 1998...

Cerice thought.

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