If only they knew that it would be a bitter cold winter Kurt's father wouldn't have gone, on Burt's way home he moped.
He had lost the election and had nothing to return to his son, not one single rose.
The sun was setting by the time he got into the woods, temperature dropping by the minute.
As he ventured deeper into the woods he started to feel the eeriness of the howling wind and the hooting owls.
Even Whitney at times got startled when he stepped on a branch, then they saw the two pathways.
"I don't remember this being here," he grumbled and pulled out his map that the store clerk gave him when he was in the city.
He looked down the left path and saw that it was even more dark in eerie but somehow his mind told him that this is the correct pathway.
However Whitney didn't like that idea, he wanted to got on the right pathway where it was less creepy.
When Whitney started walking to the right Burt pulled him to the left forcing him to go onto the eerie path.
After a couple of miles he was starting to doze off, the only thing that made him wide awake was the pack of wolves.
He heard them in the distance a while ago, he hadn't noticed how close they were to them until they actually saw them.
As they jumped down the hill one by one Burt knew that they were hungry. Whitney whined in panic as the wolves nipped at his legs, Burt tried to calm him down but it was no use, Whitney had already tipped up causing him to fall to the ground hard.
Half of the wolves attacked the horse while the others attacked the poor man, Burt did everything in his power, kicking at them, throwing sticks at them.
Finally he found a big jagged stone and hurtled it at one of the canine's ribs, probably breaking one or two. Then the dogs broke up the fighting and went over to their wounded friend, one of them looked at Burt in the eyes.
Burt nodded his head slightly for he knew what the wolf meant, A Trues, then the dogs ran off into the moonlight.
He saw the fast breathing of the wounded wolf and crawled toward it, it was dying no doubt then he look around and realized his horse was gone, leaving the wagon behind. He noticed the stone had when through the muscle and probably hitting an artery. He sat there until the poor creature died.
Then he covered the dead wolf in snow until he couldn't see the grey wolf at all so he set off looking for shelter for the night. He had traveled miles but still no sign of a house or anything for that matter, finally he crumpled into the snow, utterly exhausted. Then he saw a flash of light and he looked up to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair.
He started to panic but the woman said "have not fear for I will guild you to warmth and shelter for the night," this put Burt at pure ease.
She extended her hand out, pulling him up, "thank you," he told her then he noticed that her lower body was missing.
"Do not worry I will not harm you, I'm an the Enchantress Shelby," she said when she saw the fear on his face.
"Take my hand an we will be there in no time," she said offering her hand to Burt,
he cautiously accepted it then he felt a jolt and he was in a trance. When he snapped back out of his trance he looked around and saw a huge castle, he tried to find the woman but she had disappeared. He walked up to the huge door and looked at the door knocker which was a big lion head. He knocked on the door and it opened by itself.
He peaked in and saw darkness so he stepped inside but when he stepped inside candles were lit, by there selves. He notice there was a long master table filled with... food, different kinds of food, roast beef, apples, bananas, deserts of all sort. Burt's stomach rumbled in delight for he was famished from the long journey.
"Hopefully the person that lives here won't mind," Burt said to him self and sits down and started to chow down.
