Chapter Two: Werewolves and Bounty Hunters
"Yo, beautiful, it's just me. Take it easy." Grove's black stallion, Tracker, sidled up to Twilight, Midnight's filly. He stared at her intently. He thought he heard her teethe chattering but dismissed the thought, since he believed Midnight was only afraid of certain things, those being stuff that wasn't around at the moment. "Hey, Middy, (she glared at him) how about a story? You tell. please?" Grove pushed white hair out of his dark green eyes. His hair, oddly enough, looked like Meier Link's, the father of his girlfriend Caroline and his best friend Garret. Garret had white hair too, it just looked different because the tips were red and black, and he wore it in a ponytail. His was spiked into icy peaks above his head, with a mass of icicles sitting in front of his face. "O-o-o-ok-k-kay, G-g-grove. N-n-n-no p-problem-o, I g-g-guess." She took a huge breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to regain her composure. "I think I'll t-tell about the Doom Phantoms, those evil false gods from the depths of hell." She smiled wanly. "Sure. I'll bet you know all about them. seeing as you're soooo smart!" Grove said this, not to get a rise out of her, but to shake of that feeling of utter terror gripping them both. Midnight was afraid, and he was because of it. Midnight had never shown fear of anything. "Grove, the Doom Phantoms are back. Every single one. We're dead meat, Grove. We need the others. Oh, my god, Grove, what are we gonna do?" With that, she wilted like a moon blossom in the dawn. Her hair fell over her golden eyes and her fangs shrank back into normal looking teethe. Tears fell down her cheeks, and Grove was at a loss as to what to do. "Okay," she whispered, crying, "let's go. We are on a country road, suitable for fun and high adventure!" With that she took up her reins, and Grove relaxed. Slowly, as if unsure whether the words were welcome, Midnight began to sing a song from the play version of her favorite story, "the Nutcracker."
"If you could hear me now, If I could only get through I'd open my heart, whisper my dreams Share all my secrets with you.
If you could see me now, Waiting for someone to hold Someone who's brave, Who's never afraid. Someone who's strong like the knights of old!
Sing my song for you, Hope it lasts forever. Let my song shine through Make my wish come true."
Grove was glad she was singing. It meant she was over whatever scare she'd gotten. Suddenly, something caught the two children's attention. Midnight sighed, saying telepathically to Grove, 'It's just the wind rustling the bushes.' Grove shook his head, mouthing, 'There is no wind.' Midnight stifled the urge to hiss. If it wasn't the wind, what was about to come out to them?
"Yo, beautiful, it's just me. Take it easy." Grove's black stallion, Tracker, sidled up to Twilight, Midnight's filly. He stared at her intently. He thought he heard her teethe chattering but dismissed the thought, since he believed Midnight was only afraid of certain things, those being stuff that wasn't around at the moment. "Hey, Middy, (she glared at him) how about a story? You tell. please?" Grove pushed white hair out of his dark green eyes. His hair, oddly enough, looked like Meier Link's, the father of his girlfriend Caroline and his best friend Garret. Garret had white hair too, it just looked different because the tips were red and black, and he wore it in a ponytail. His was spiked into icy peaks above his head, with a mass of icicles sitting in front of his face. "O-o-o-ok-k-kay, G-g-grove. N-n-n-no p-problem-o, I g-g-guess." She took a huge breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to regain her composure. "I think I'll t-tell about the Doom Phantoms, those evil false gods from the depths of hell." She smiled wanly. "Sure. I'll bet you know all about them. seeing as you're soooo smart!" Grove said this, not to get a rise out of her, but to shake of that feeling of utter terror gripping them both. Midnight was afraid, and he was because of it. Midnight had never shown fear of anything. "Grove, the Doom Phantoms are back. Every single one. We're dead meat, Grove. We need the others. Oh, my god, Grove, what are we gonna do?" With that, she wilted like a moon blossom in the dawn. Her hair fell over her golden eyes and her fangs shrank back into normal looking teethe. Tears fell down her cheeks, and Grove was at a loss as to what to do. "Okay," she whispered, crying, "let's go. We are on a country road, suitable for fun and high adventure!" With that she took up her reins, and Grove relaxed. Slowly, as if unsure whether the words were welcome, Midnight began to sing a song from the play version of her favorite story, "the Nutcracker."
"If you could hear me now, If I could only get through I'd open my heart, whisper my dreams Share all my secrets with you.
If you could see me now, Waiting for someone to hold Someone who's brave, Who's never afraid. Someone who's strong like the knights of old!
Sing my song for you, Hope it lasts forever. Let my song shine through Make my wish come true."
Grove was glad she was singing. It meant she was over whatever scare she'd gotten. Suddenly, something caught the two children's attention. Midnight sighed, saying telepathically to Grove, 'It's just the wind rustling the bushes.' Grove shook his head, mouthing, 'There is no wind.' Midnight stifled the urge to hiss. If it wasn't the wind, what was about to come out to them?