The cell was small and damp. All I had to sleep on was a gross muddy pile of hay. The guard came in and he threw me a piece of dry stale bread. When I tried to bite into it, it was hard and chewy. I tried to fall asleep, it took me hours too but I finally did.
I dreamt of snow. There was Valerie and she was with someone else. I did not know what it was but he looked familiar. As the scene moved closer I realized it was I, but now I had brown hair and I also had green eyes instead of brown. What does this mean? Valerie looked the same. The only thing that was different is that she looked flawless, plastic. Her cloak was over twenty meters long. The wind blew it in so many different directions. She started to say something but her cloak wrapped around me and strangled me and….
I woke up fast and Valerie was there poking my side with a stick.
"Peter they have set the hanging for this afternoon!"
"calm down Valerie I will get out of here"
"that reminds me…" she said timidly. Just as she pulled out her knife I could see the gleam of blood. A body fell out of the broom closet.
"Valerie what have you…"
"we must go" She ripped the keys out of her cloak and unlocked the door. We ran. When we were running I heard screams and yells of the other guards recognizing me. I heard the loading of a crossbow and I jumped up into the air. An arrow passed under me and hit a man in the street. We ran and arrows flew by. We got to the gates when a guard came out and grabbed Valerie putting his sword to her throat.
"Stand down or the witch dies," he said and I immediately kneeled and put my hands out waiting for cuffing. I heard the clatter of hooves and I looked up and a white sleek stallion reared and smashed the guards face in. The man on the horse was Henry.
"Hop on, I'll take you home, and lead them on a different trail, you are safe now." He said galliently as he took Valerie and plopped her on the back of the horse. They galloped away and I was left alone. I began to jog to the cabin.
In the cabin a fire roared. Soup boiled above in an old pewter cauldron. Valerie sat slumped in an old elk hide. Henry sat in the corner playing with his sword.
"Won't be long until they find us" Valerie muttered under her breath.
"Until then, Henry and I will protect you" I snapped back.
"They are not after me Peter, they want you!" She yelled back. I stopped talking. I went silent for reasons they probably knew already. It was pretty obvious. I could smell something funny. I could see they did too. Something not right. Just then a man burst into the cabin. He reeked of wild animal.
"Hello Peter and Valerie" he said slyly.
"What do you want from us?" Valerie shrieked.
"You're the wolf, the other one I mean" I said in a tone that sounded shaky.
"Yes I am, I don't live in dagger horn. Nobody knows who I am or that there is two wolfs. Now the people of Daggerhorn turn to you. You are the wolf now, not me." He said laughing a little. I had been framed. By an old decreped man. He ruined everything. My life. Our life. Now who is this man. "It's a blood moon you know" he yelled and grabbed Valerie's arm. He lowered his teeth to it just as I threw my dagger at him. It hit his shoulder with a stick sound and he yelped. He tried to lunge at me but I was in protective mode. I was ready for all his moves. "Strong boy, I see. Stronger than me. I must go now." With that he jumped out of the window and ran into the forest. His foot prints in the snow could lead us to him. Henry and I started out into the forest when there was a snap of a twig behind a tree. By now it was dark. I drew my dagger just as Henry drew his sword. It gleamed in the moonlight. It was not a full moon but Henry looked at me uneasily. There were foot steps. Not human, this being sounded like it had four legs. All at once Henry was smashed to the ground and I was knocked unconscious.
Sorry for being so short! I got happy with it before it got any longer and I did not want to ruin it.