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12. –Moon pond
I stood still, too afraid to move, in case the creatures changed their peaceful attitude to one of assault.
My eyes swept the clearing wildly, searching for Dorran or his brother, but finding neither.
Their silent stares made me even more nervous than I already was.
This was the pack that Dorran had spoken to his brother about, but a pack of what I did not know.
There was a slight breeze from my right side and my fur stirred faintly. From the scent that now enveloped my nostrils I could tell instantly that it was Dorran beside me.
Do not be scared, his growling voice resounded around my skull, soothing my emotions, calming me.
Why are they staring? I thought to him, never letting my gaze wonder from the strange wolves and humans in front of me.
Dorran didn't reply for a few seconds, hesitating before speaking again.
Come with me and you shall find out, he replied, then proceeded to pad to the eerie pool that lay unmoving in the centre of the circle of the pack.
We walked to the waters edge, it shining magnificently in the moonlight, the liquid so motionless that it looked like glass, never rippling where the wind touched it.
Look down into the water, Dorran whispered into my head.
I obliged and peered into the crystalline depths, leaning over the edge, only to see a perfect reflection of myself, as if this pond was actually a colossal looking glass.
Curious wolves and humans crept up behind us, peering into the water to look at my reflection.
But when I looked at theirs all I saw was a slight blur on the smooth surface.
My eyes flicked over to Dorran who was still standing silently by my side, an expression of excitement plastered onto his wolf face.
Why is mine the only reflection that is clear? I asked him nervously. But it was not he that answered.
"That is because you are the one that has been chosen, not us." Replied a soft, female voice from behind me.
I turned my head around to search for the speaker, and was instantly met with kind, warm eyes, but there was a knowing look in them, as if they had seen too much in their lifetime.
"Chosen?" I asked out loud. People all around me gasped in shock and the wolves began growling to each other.
If speaking out loud wasn't normal for a wolf, I was beginning to understand their suspicions.
I looked back at the woman, she had long midnight-black curls that reached past her back, she was tall and slender with startling golden eyes that regarded me quietly with a look of interest.
The lady nodded, her bangs falling past her eyes as she did so. "There is a myth," she began, "that tells of a wolf with a pelt like the moon shall save our tribe from destruction and rid us of dragons, aiding us to take over this land and rule it as the village people would want." She paused, her eyes wondering around the clearing, as if searching for something, then the butterscotch orbs once again rested on me, she continued, "But there shall be a price to pay, far greater than you could ever imagine, though what it is remains a mystery until the time comes for destiny to follow through." She finished, her golden eyes boring into mine.
The last part of the prophecy frightened me, anxiety forming a pit in my stomach, making it feel as if one million snakes we wriggling around in there.
"But how do you know that it is I the prophecy talks about?" I asked her, wishing she had got the wrong person, but knowing in my heart that what she said is true and that I must fulfil my destiny.
Sensing my understanding, the woman did not reply and instead turned to Dorran.
"You shall accompany her, it only seems fitting that dark and light should work together." She told him, referring to the opposite colours of our pelts.
He dipped his head, accepting everything she told him to do without hesitation.
She was obviously the pack leader or he wouldn't have tolerated her telling him what to do.
A familiar voice to my left interrupted my trail of thought and my head whipped round only to see an extremely handsome boy standing there staring at the leader.
He had dark wood-coloured hair, tanned skin, and startling sapphire blue eyes.
Then I realized who this was, Faolan.
He could transform from wolf to human too. I looked round the clearing at all the wolves and humans, wondering if they could also transform like that.
I would ask Dorran later. When our thoughts couldn't be tapped into.
"Tala, might I accompany them?" he asked the woman, obviously named Tala.
She thought for a moment, her sun-coloured eyes glancing over him, as if assessing if he was up to the task of saving the whole pack from the fiery wrath of the dragons.
Which was strange because Dorran and I were part dragon, so if we rid the land of them we would technically be killing our kin.
Talas head shot round and her eyes bored into mine.
You are part dragon?! Her wind-chime voice exclaimed into my mind.
I nodded my head slightly then proceeded to morph into human form.
My grandmothers dead and crumpled body swam around my skull, images of her at the bottom of the tomb, her withered heart never to beat again, tears ran down my muzzle, dripping into the moon pond.
I thought of myself as a human, like I had been all of these years, then the silken hair absorbed into my body, nails contracting, everything shrinking and shortening.
I stood up on two legs once more and listened to the crowd of wolf-people exclaim surprised gasps as they looked upon my new form.
I gave them a weak smile then imagined myself once again as the elegant silver dragoness I had been earlier that day.
I thought of the same pictures of my grandmother yet again and the beautiful silver scales covered my entire body, my spine elongated as did my neck and almost every bone in my body.
My back ripped open again to reveal the two magnificent velvety wings.
The pack were growling in delight, amazed at what had just happened.
Beside me Dorran had also morphed, going from wolf to human to dragon. For some reason we couldn't morph from wolf straight to dragon, I have no idea why though, it might just be because human is our main form.
The pitch-black wolf had transformed into the giant onyx dragon, his sleek scales glistening in the moonlight.
Talas eyes shone with excitement at the prospect of a new plan unfolding in her mind.
"Get some sleep now, you must be tired after the long day." Was all she said to us, then she walked off engulfed in her own thoughts.
I turned my head to Dorran who shrugged and stalked off to the edge of the clearing, his huge form greater than the wolves around him.
I looked around for a place to sleep, morphing into my human form at the same time. I spotted a group of girls that looked around my age who saw me staring at them and beckoned for me to come over.
I wandered over to the group, they were discussing the right ways to get twigs out of your fur without pulling hairs out.
They grinned as I got nearer and motioned for me to sit down. I obliged and sat on the soft grass, crossing my legs and turning to each of the girls in turn, smiling the best I could with all that had happened today.
"My name is Avani, what is yours?" Asked a girl with light brown hair that reached down to her shoulders and pale skin.
"Kalanie," I replied, "and if you don't mind me asking, what are all of you doing in the middle of the forest?" I enquired, curious as to what their purpose of being so far from their burnt village was. Then the answer struck me, their homes were burnt, so they obviously couldn't live in them, but why did they not just rebuild them?
Avani looked down at the grass we were sitting on, as if searching for the right answer to give me that was buried in the soil.
Then she swept her gaze up to mine, her dark earth-coloured eyes regarding my silver ones. She drew a deep breath and continued.
"If you have already seen what is left of our village then you would understand why we cannot live there, but for the reason as to why we do not go back and repair the damages in quite simple. The terrible creatures that burnt away our homes are still roaming the hillside, and if they catch scent of us we would probably be dead by morning." She finished solemnly.
I stared at her, speechless. What possible monsters would be so horrifying as to be able to wipe out a whole village of people within one night?
"What are these creatures you speak of?" I whispered to her quietly, afraid that the beasts would hear and attack any second.
Her dark eyes bore into mine with such intensity that I wanted to look away, but could not bring myself to do so.
That one pair of eyes showed so much sadness and despair that just looking at them made me want to weep.
She breathed in a deep, shuddering breath. Then the one word that escaped her lips sent shivers down my back as if liquid ice trickled down my spine.
"Dragons."
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