Chapter 1: the beginning
Dear diary,
One month had passed since this terribly happening, but I have yet to go to the midnight meeting in the park, even though every morning, there was a new letter that reads exactly the same thing. "Sam. Come to Amity Park at midnight tomorrow. I will be waiting…" was all ever said. I don't dare tell Danny, for she knew she should have gone with him that horrible night. I don't tell Tucker for fear that he would rat on me to Danny. What should I do? I have made up my mind to go to this so called meeting tomorrow and this may be my last entry in this diary,
Signed, Sam Manson.
When a bleeping from her digital watch told her that it was 11:30, she proceeded in getting ready, complete with a Fenton Peeler and thermos she had "borrowed" from Danny the day before.
At the park, she glanced around nervously. The same red eyes appeared and a hand slid out from under a cloak to beckon her forward.
"Well. Finally decided to show up have you?" Said a female voice.
"W-what do you want with me?" she asked though inside she felt she already knew the answer that was coming.
"Let me tell you a story. This is a story that I only tell once. Then it will be you turn to tell it. Mystra, the first of our kind lived 5,000 years before the present time. Old, you may say, but no. Not for her. She was blessed with the powers of an anthro (the ability to turn into any animal at will) by a sorceress, though to all she knew, she was a curse. For years she wandered alone, with no one but herself to travel with until one day, she came upon the same sorceress who had given her the powers. She pleaded for the return of her former self, but it was impossible to change. The sorceress did give her one thing to do, though it would be her last. It was her job to travel the world seeking a girl worthy enough to have the power bestowed upon her. The she would die, leaving that girl to live out her life as an outcast or a friend, and then give it onto another. Now, Samantha Manson, now that I have told you the history of our race, you must hold this tale close to your heart until one day it is your turn to tell it. You will know when the time has come."