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Wolf sat upon a huge hill, at the edge of a forest, which over looked the Pink castle.
Wolfs eyes were red from crying. He was angry with himself for crying like a cub. But he couldn't help himself but weep bitterly for his parents. Wolf sniffed and wiped his tear stained eyes on his jacket. How did Virginia know that farmers burned my parents? Thought Wolf. He had not really mentioned them much to his wife. He didn't really like thinking about them too much. Far too painful. Wolf thought for a moment. I must have told her during one of my cycles he thought. Some times Wolf would not remember what happened during his cycle. Wolf would only know that he had done something bad by the aftermath around him or someone told him.
Wolf looked up at the sky and realised the sun was starting to rise.
Cripes thought Wolf. Has it really been that long? I have been out here all night! Virginia must really be worried about me by now.
Wolf thought about going back to the castle. Back to Virginia. But he felt that he couldn't face her at the minute. He was worried about what she might ask. Wolf didn't want to answer questions at the moment. He wanted to be out in the open air, away from the bad thoughts and bad memories. The Pink castle reminded him of things he wanted to forget. The castle also caused him grief, he didn't want to feel.
Wolf reached in to his pockets. I can't go to her but I can still see her if I want He thought looking for his wallet full of pictures of Virginia but he could not find the wallet.
"Oh no! Where is it?" Cried Wolf desperately searching his pockets. He emptied all of his pockets, tossing his other belongs out, but his wallet was no were to be found.
Tears started to fall down Wolf's face, as he began to put his other belongings back into his pockets. This other belongings consisted of three self-help books, which he was currently reading. "Master Your Power!" "The Perfect Lover." " Letting Go of Your Pain."
Wolf stared at " Letting Go Of Your Pain" for along time. It would seem that this book would be helpful in my current situation he thought. Wolf turned the book to look at the back cover. He nearly dropped the book in shock. On the back of the book was a picture of the author.
The author looked just like Wolfs father. Wolf knew that this was not his father but the similarities were remarkable: Dark brown eyes, long black hair, long slim face and very pain skin.
Wolf lightly fingered the picture.
"I miss you father." His eyes gleamed yellow. He glared at the picture and flew the book to the ground.
Wolf stood and stared at the second kingdom in the distance.
Wolf could still hear the beating of the drum, which was beating as his parents, walked towards the judge, to hear their sentence.
Wolf closed his eyes remembering that night. The memory was so strong that wolf felt that he was back on that fateful night.
The drum beat louder and louder, then stopped as the couple faced the judge. A huge mob had surrounded the Village Square, eager to see the burning. Queen Riding Hood the second watched the proceedings in the shadows off to the side. Her dogs' body, Alexavier, as always was at her side. Wolf had always hated him. He didn't know why.
"Braeden!" The judge spat out the name as if it was a disgusting word. "You and your Wife, Layla are found guilty of murdering and devouring the blacksmith family."
"You cannot do this your honour!" Cried out Braeden. "We didn't do anything wrong!"
Braeden turned to the mob and pleaded for his and his wife's life.
"We didn't do it. You have no prove we did it. Please spare our lives. My children need us!"
"You're wolves. Its what you do. That is prove enough!"
His pleads where useless. The farmers and villagers had already made up their minds that they where guilty.
"Be silent, you murdering, evil wolf." One of the farmers from the crowd ran towards Braeden and punched him in the stomach then the head. Wolfs eyes started to fill up with tears.
The Judge called for order for his so called trial. "Braeden and Layla. You are both sentenced to be burnt at the stake."
A loud cheer came from the villagers. No one could hear the howl that came from Wolf and his siblings.
Wolf tried to pull himself away from the memories but he couldn't.
The teenage Wolf tried to help his parents but was held back by the judges hired muscle.
Wolf felt nauseated by the smell as he was forced to watch his parent burn. The villagers hoped by making him and his siblings watch their parents die, that it would deter them from committing the crimes, their parents did, in the future.
Wolf wanted to block up his ears from the screaming.
Layla was burning, but still begging for mercy. No one would help.
Wolf wanted someone to rip out his eyes. He didn't want to see anymore. Their flesh was bubbling, their beautiful long hair had melted to their heads.
By the morning they were ashes.
Wolf pulled himself away from his memories and fell to the ground crying uncontrollably.
Its all my fault. Its all my fault. I'm a nasty animal. He hit himself hard with his right hand, then again, then again until he stopped crying.
He laid on the grass and spread his arms out. His hand touched something. Wolf looked at his hand. It was his book "Letting Go Of Your Pain."
When Wolf had dropped it, the book had opened on to a page. Wolf picked up the book and glanced at the page. Wolfs face went as white as a sheet as he red the last line on the page.
"Do not blame yourself."
Wolf looked at the ground in shame.
There is no one else to blame. They died because of me.
I was the one that killed the blacksmith family.
