I looked at the clouds from the dirty, barren floor of the earth. They were shaped like birds, and rabbits. One was even shaped like a cookie. Ever since the wolf healed me, I felt better about my injuries. I started to get up on shakey legs, and felt that my right arm was starting to burn because of the wolf mark. I winced at the pain a little and then reached for the axe. It turned back into a normal chopping axe. Even though it was big, it was surprisingly light. I started to drag it in the dirt to make a trail, just in case that I got lost.

Hunger started to take over me and I looked for my basket, even though the part near the house was a reck. I found it hanging in a tree nearby the chimney and had to chop it down to get it. The tree fell with a huge thud, and I eventually got to my basket. It was completely destroyed from the battle, but it had some leftover cookie crumbs which I ate quickly. Even though the basket was destroyed, I took it with me as a reminder of my grandmother, but then thought about what would become of the house. I could probably set it ablaze even though there was nothing to start a fire with. Rubbing two sticks together would take forever, so I decided best to leave what was left of the rubble there.

Walking was no trouble at all, but it was hard to keep myself calm with everything that went on. I saw a bright red farmhouse with cows feeding all around it. The sound of "Moo" filled my ears. The mark started to burn a little more, and I just covered it with a ripped part of my hood. I started to balance myself by using the wooden fence line and got closer to the barnyard. My legs felt fine, but the with the mark burning; it felt like I was being repeatedly burned with a match. I finally got to the open door and saw chickens, horses, and pigs all hoarded in there. It was starting to get dark, so I guess they were trying to find a place to sleep, and so was I.

I finally made my way to a batch of hay near a lamb, which was trying to sleep. Lying down, I noticed that the lamb was looking at me suspiciously. We both stared at each other, and I patted it on the head. It baaaaad a little and then sat in its pen. I stared at the animals who were going to sleep, and tried to make the hay bed as comfortable as I could. Then I noticed a boy in old torn farmer's clothes. They looked like overalls. He had brown eyes and had straight black hair. He looked extremely worn out like someone beat him with a stick, and then he looked at me for a while. We both locked eyes for a while, and then he put his cover on him and went to sleep with a silent shudder. I kinda felt that he was scared of me, so I decided to close my eyes and go to sleep. And that's how I met the boy who cried wolf.

I woke up to the sound of chickens clucking and shrieking, while the cows mooed. A horse neighed and almost kicked me in the face with it's hind legs. I stretched my arms out a little to get my body to kick it in gear. Standing up and rubbing my eyes, I walked out into a field of cows and tried to move past their young ones, and "Manure." I noticed that the little lamb was looking in the field for someone and I went to it. It looked at me, and then sung in it's little animal baa around me.

"Are you looking for someone little guy?" I asked, bending down to pat it's little head. It gradually accepted it, and then looked at me, wanting for me to follow it. It led me past a few cows, and pigs and gradually towards a small house. I could hear some yelling going on in it.

"Can't you do anything right?" A strong voice yelled, "You make me sad, just to have raised you!" There was utter silence for a moment, and then the voice yelled again. "Are you listening to me?" There was a swift whap, and a small shadow appeared nodding. "You better, or so help me, I'll make it so that you can't sleep at night!" I saw the old farming boy come out with a huge red handprint on his cheek. He took quick look at me and walked away.

I decided to follow him, just to see what he was going to do. He walked quietly to the barnyard and started to feed the young sheep their food. They all herded around him when he bought out the feed. Even the lamb that was with me went over by him and started to prance around him. The lamb seemed to brighten his day a little, and then he walked out only to see me. He froze in fear and was unsure of what to do, as he saw a girl that was his size with ripped clothes, a wolf mark on her arm, and an axe on her back about to come towards him.

"So...Are you feeling okay?" I asked, trying to set up a conversation. The boy just stood scared expression. He backed up a little, accidently bumping into a cattle feed bucket. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy looked at me, examining my arms. His eyes got wide at the scratches, and he seemed to get silent at the wolf mark. He focused on it for a very long time. "Oh this." I said trying to act calm about it, "It's a very long story." His face seemed to get very tense, and I heard him mutter "Wolf". I backed up a little, and looked at my mark which was glowing.

"Spare...you." He pointed towards me, shaking violently, "said...kill...you." I backed up, and the mark burned on my arm. It grew longer and longer until it was all over my body. The wolf's aura from before started to appear in me, even though I tried to stop it from coming. I didn't want to kill this kid, just like I almost killed the woodsman, but the kid just stood there with a creepy smile on his face. "He gave...power." He said with a purple aura forming around himself, "for me to...destroy...you." The purple aura absorbed him, and started to get stronger and stronger. He appeared to get stronger and buffer in his arms and legs.

His arms grew hairy, and had veins popping in them. He looked older by about 5 years, and his hair was all long and silky. From his back appeared a machine that was long and lethal, which he pulled out and pointed towards me. I guess I had no choice but to fight him so I pulled out the axe, which had grown twice my size and had the eye on both sides. It was long, huge ,and sharp, but I held it like it was lighter than a feather. The boy, or I guess you could say teenager now, smiled at me with a grin.

"Look." I said with a demonic tone in my sweet little voice, "I don't want to fight you." But it was to late then, because the boy's machate was already slicing towards my neck.

I immediately put up my axe to block it, but the force and sharpness of the machete was just to great. It nearly broke the axe in half. The boy smiled evilly, and rushed back at me. I put the axe's blade in front of me, and when the boy's machete collided; sparks flew everywhere and almost started a fire on the hay. The chickens started to shriek , and the boy's aura started to get larger. His eyes were consumed in a purple like fire, and his machete grew to a huge size. I felt my own aura start to grow more powerful, just like when the wolf took over me. I felt an outer wolf shell grow around my skin and looked at the boy to see his surprised face. He looked at me, trying to decide what to do with a questioning look on his face.

My teeth grew in a more canine form, and I felt my legs changing to where I could run on all fours. The boy stood there for a second engulfed in the aura, which soon started to turn into flames and then charged at me with his machete ready. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do; but then I felt something click inside me. I raised my axe and a huge wave formed from the ground make of a burning black fire that went straight towards the boy. The boy sliced the air with his machete , and a huge opening appeared in the fire. He jumped right through it and had the machete straight towards my neck.

"Spare wants...destruction." He said slowly..."Said give me power to destroy." I looked at him like he was crazy, and placed my axe directly in front of the machete right before it pierced my neck.

"Come on, I don't want to fight you." I said pleading for him to stop. He looked at me strangely, and then smiled some more.

"If...I fight...then..you..die." He said in a ghostly tone "Make...Spare...happy." The aura engulfed his machete, and he thrusted it downward, making the air rip around him, and nearly cut me in half. The mark was burning like crazy, and I felt the aura make my axe become enormous. I ran up to him, slicing left and right. He dodged a few, and used his machete to deflect the other ones. Then he put out his hand, and I felt something horrible was coming.

From the ground opened a weird portal, and out came a little tiny demonic wolf engulfed in black flames. The shadow looked at me curiously, and then went crazy; opening its fangs and charged at me. My aura went crazy, and started to make the axe form a wolf's mouth opening around me, ready to defend me. The shadow was humongous then and the boy had a smile on his face. Flames and hatred were about to pierce me open, right when the little lamb stood right in front of it to protect me.