AN: So has anyone guessed what the creature is? The creature is … oh sorry not yet can't tell who he is. Hope you like this chapter.

Blaze

Chapter One The Mysterious Boy:

Narrator's POV

Marena is a seventeen-year-old girl. She is around the height of six feet and has shoulder length auburn hair. Her light brown eyes sparkled in the light from the candle she had just ignited. She took out a small diary in the top drawer of a large brown desk, pulled a pen from its holder and took a deep breath as she collected her thoughts. She watched her breath hit the cool air of the room. She laughed slightly to herself thinking of snow as she looked out the window. She did live in a small town in the northern part of Glace (a small country in the coldest region of the world) why wouldn't it be this cold. She put the pen to the paper and began to write.

Marena's POV

Date: April 15, 2215

Dear Diary,

Who says that wolves don't exist? Was it a noble, a hunter or an average person? Who ever it was had to have been wrong because I believe they are real. I have only seen one before in my life… the mother of my dog, Rikka. I never saw her father, but I bet he was a wolf too because she is very intelligent.

"Marena! Marena come here!" a voice from the other room bringing me back to reality. I put down the pen that I had been writing with and sighed.

"He always wants me for something doesn't he, girl," I said looking down at the dog sitting next to me. The dog barked in agreement and wagged her tail as I petted her.

"Marena! I mean now!" called the voice again.

"I'm coming," I yelled back as I pushed the chair back and stood up. I walked to the closed door and opened it. The dog followed me as I left the room. A man sat in a chair reading a newspaper.

"There you are," the man said looking up from the newspaper he was reading, "It is about time, fix some lunch."

"Yes, father," I replied as I entered the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't care just fix something," my father said looking sternly at her, "I am very hungry." My father's name is Thomas he has dark brown hair, brown eyes and stands around six feet, but is still only little taller than me. There are three people living in our house including my dog, Rikka. Rikka is one of the biggest dogs I have ever seen due to her being half wolf. She is dark brown with a light brown undercoat. When it is cold she is dark brown and it is warm she is a lighter brown color. Her eyes are golden yellow that show off her warm heart as they glow with brilliance.

Narrator's POV

While Marena starts to cook soup for lunch something outside shifts, making the snow fall from the trees, a figure stands in the mists of the fallen snow. Blood drips from the figure's arm where a small cut had formed. The figure's golden eyes search the area for more danger.

Inside the house Rikka's ears twitch to the sound of more snow falling from the trees as the figure moves. The figure's smell touches Rikka's nose making her growl. The growl was soft at first, but became deeper as she stood walking slowly towards the door.

"Rikka what's wrong?" Marena said as she stopped cutting up the vegetables. Marena followed her dog to the door of their house as Rikka growled waiting for Marena to open the door. Marena slowly opened the door as Rikka quickly ran out stopping feet from the house. Marena closed the door looking in the direction that Rikka had gone as the cool spring air touched her face. She saw Rikka looking at the trees in the woods yards away. Marena squinted as the mists settled and she saw a boy standing in the trees.

"Stop that Rikka it is only a boy," Marena said walking past her dog and towards the boy, "Excuse me do you need some help?" The boy looked her way and backed up as she came closer and closer. The snow was becoming red as she saw the wounds he had. The closer she got the taller he looked. His short silver hair matted up and his clothes were torn. He grabbed his arm as more blood dripped from it and his eyes filed with pain.

"Stay away, it isn't safe," he said continuing to back into the trees until he disappeared.

"Wait you are hurt I can help you," Marena said, but it was to late the boy was gone. She looked at the red snow where he had been.

"Marena! What are you doing come in here and finish fixing lunch," her father yelled from the doorway as she turned to see him. Rikka was now next to her barking.

"Okay," she said before taking one last look at where the boy have been, or could it have been a man. She started to walk back to the house as she did she would look back to see if he was there or not. Then she heard a howl as a gun fired. She turned to see where the sound had come from, but she didn't see anything. Rikka growled again as someone touched her shoulder. She jumped as she turned to see what it was.

"Didn't you hear me?" the man asked as she turned to see her father standing behind her with a gun in his hand, "Go back right now."

"Did you…" she started to say did you fire the gun, but didn't.

"No, but I was going to go see who fired the gun and what they were shooting at," he replied as he walked towards the woods, "Go home now and lunch better be ready when I come back."

Marena's POV

"That was weird," I said as I entered the house followed by Rikka. I walked back into the kitchen and started fixing lunch again. I glanced out the window once in a while looking for father, but I didn't see him just snow and trees. Rikka had laid back down at the edge of the kitchen watching the door.

Then when I looked out the window again I saw a silver figure trotting along the edge of the woods. I dropped the knife and food as I ran to the window. The silver figure looked at me and lifted its head up to howl.

"Is that a wolf?" I asked as I looked over at Rikka who was looking weirdly at me. The silver wolf had vanished when I looked back. I stood in wonder for a moment. And heard the door open, but didn't look to see who it was.

"Marena? What are you looking at?" my father asked as I turned to face him. I couldn't tell him he would think I was crazy.

"I was looking for you," I said picking up the knife and food from the kitchen floor and threw the food away. I rinsed off the knife and began to cut some more vegetables as I cooked the soup.

"Oh, well the guy I found with a gun said something crazy," my father said sitting back down, "He said he was hunting wolves and he had just killed a big silver one." Once his words hit my ears I dropped the knife in the sink this time cutting my finger.

"Ouch," I said picking the knife up and looking at my finger.

"Marena be more careful, please," father said as I ran my hurt finger under water. Did I see a ghost? I asked to myself. Rikka yawned and walked over to father. She lay down to sleep at his feet.

AN: I hoped you all liked this chapter. Please review.

Blaze