As the sun rose high into the sky my breathe became a plume of smoke in the morning air, Birds began to sing and leaves began to rustle in the quite of the forest, where pitter patters of animals and the murmur of the forest insects began to invade my senses. As my gaze lingered high above the trees and to the grey clouds above, I began to inhale and exhale the fresh morning air. As I lowered my gaze to my glittering skin that is as white as the falling snow on a winters day, with eyes as brown as the forest floor and lips as red as crimson blood and hair that flows like gilded mahogany waves down the length of my slender form did I realise my physical self has taken shape.
With a dress that shimmered as rays of light touched the silk fabric, I walked through the forest with my heightened senses. Everything was so new and strange and yet not at the same time. I had been here before many years ago when all life was so new and people were the very essence of nurturers as they tended to the land surrounding the forest and returning what they had taken from the land. From death springs life a new as it should when one partakes in the nourishment given from the very land they dwell upon. As I continued my walk to the edge of the forest I felt a strange feeling as if I was here but not here like something was missing yet I could not understand what it was that my mind was telling me.
I came to a clearing that lead to sand which then lead to the ocean a place I could not quite remember yet I felt like I had been here before. My sense of Smell flared as if I was in search of something that my mind could not comprehend yet but in my heart I knew where I was. I followed the familiar scent and found myself coming closer to a huddled group further down the shore and as I walked the familiar scent got stronger the closer I got to the smell the more people I saw who then took notice of me. I guess being the only different person on the shore would make me quite noticeable yet I was determined to find out who the scent belonged to.
As I neared a group of men and young boys which on closer inspection did not look like boys yet their youth was plain to see in their eyes, as I stopped just outside the circle of men and boys who were yet to take notice of me others around me curious as to who I was and why I was there cast there eyes in my direction with baited breathe to hear and see why I was here. One man who took notice of me was sitting in an odd chair with wheels and an odd thing on his head, when he took notice so did the others in the circle yet the man in the chair held my gaze and as I stared longer began to remember why his eyes were so familiar why his look reminded me of someone.
He looked at me until he finally spoke "welcome young one, you seem quite out of place did you need help finding your way" his voice strong and clear broke my memory and in its place stood a man with striking eyes and features as broad as stone and eyes as wide as wolfs "Ephraim" my most trusted friend I remembered now, with that all eyes were on me some in shock others with suspicion and caution. He spoke again "That would be my grand father, why are you asking about him" now I could see why the scent was so familiar why I followed it all the way here "He promised me if I ever needed him his wolf spirit would await my call" as soon as I spoke others were in alarm at my statement and took a defensive stance "who are you?" he replied "My name is Isabella"
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