Author's Note:
Hello fellow geeks! My name is JackoMantern31 and this is my first fanfiction ever!
Yes, you heard (or read) right. I am an aspiring creator hoping to make it big into the world. And what better way to start than fanfiction!?
... Yeah, now that I said it (typed it) out loud, that sounds sad and depressing. But don't worry, I am not sad! I plan to take it upon myself to share my big sexy brain with you all.
And don't worry about me not finishing this story. I am chocked full of ideas for stories because I love making up fictional stories. Fanfiction is my first step into becoming a writer and I hope you like what I have so far.
Anywho, without further ado, ladies and gents, I give you: *drumroll* MY FIRST FANFIC!
*FANFARE*
Enjoy.
BTW: Chirin's Bell/Ringing Bell is owned by Sanrio and originally created by the late Takashi Yanase.
Prologue
Somewhere on a farm, a pack of four wolves just finished eating their meal. Their dinner? A flock of sheep just sleeping and minding their own business. The wolves ate their fill and left only half the flock alive just so they could have dinner the next day.
"See you tomorrow, ladies!" said one of the wolves. "Make sure you get nice and fat for us. We got kids to feed y'know!" He laughed with the other wolves as they all walked out of the barn.
The herd of sheep whimpered and wept for their fallen brethren. Never before have they witnessed such horror; the sight of blood and the open wounds on each dead sheep. All each mother sheep could do is look away and shield their children's eyes. They were so helpless against predators as the law of nature intended, one sheep wailed and started to laugh in madness. There was nothing each sheep could do against the wolves except wait for the inevitable.
The wolves exited from the barn's fence and started boasting about their fresh kill.
"Hahahaha!" one wolf laughed in triumph. "That was the most satisfying meal ever! I'm glad we snuck out of the pack! Sen would never have let us go out at night in this area, and when we get back, we won't be so hungry to hunt anymore. This night couldn't be better!"
"You said it!" another wolf yelled. "I can't remember the last time I ate that much. I'll be full for a week!" The wolves laughed at the joke. After a long night of hunting, the four wolves were ready to head on back to their wolf dens, very proud of their success.
"Man," a third wolf said. "I don't know why Sen wouldn't let us hunt here; this barn has the most sheep out of all of them! Why would he forbid all wolves from hunting here, anyway?"
"Didn't anyone tell you?" the fourth member of the group asked nervously. "The Demon lives around this area. They say all wolves who come here never come back!" The fourth wolf was the smartest, most cautious, and anxious member of the group. He never wanted to sneak out in the first place, but everybody knows how hard peer pressure can be for young wolves. Every wolf wants to be a part of a crowd; that's just the way it is.
"What are you whimpering about, Buck?" asked the first wolf. "If the 'Demon' was real, then wouldn't he be here right now, making sure we 'never come back'?" The other wolves nodded in agreement. "I told you he was a myth and you didn't believe me. How does it feel to be wrong about stuff? Does it hurt you widdle feewings?" The wolves laughed at the teasing, but the fourth wolf named Buck just huffed.
"Fine, mock me all you want. But know, when Sen finds out that we snuck out, he'll…" Buck stopped mid-sentence, not moving an inch. Then his eyes widened as he started to shake and whimper in fear.
The other wolves looked at him questioningly. The first wolf asked, "Uh, you okay Buck? You're starting to shake like a leaf."
Another joined in, "Yeah, you look like you've seen a ghost or something. What is the Big Bad Demon behind us or something?" They all laughed.
Buck said nothing, still shaking. He then motioned his paw in a circular motion, signaling the three wolves to turn around. The trio of teasing wolves each turned their heads around and then stared in intense horror. What they saw was something they thought was not real; not in a million years!
What they saw was a ram, but not just any ram. This ram looked nightmarish with his thin gray body, his bull-like horns pointing skyward, and his glare. Oh, that glare. He looked down at the wolves like he was about to do something no wolf would dare imagine. It was as if his eyes were saying, "You've made a mistake and now you will be punished."
All wolves just stood in fear as if they were all frozen in ice. No one said a word, the fear taking away their ability to do anything. All Buck could do was scream in terror. It was so loud that it could be heard all across the plains. And then, silence. That was the last time anyone had ever heard from these young wolves. Their arrogance and naivety would lead them to their end. Only Buck, the cowardly wolf, was spared. Was it because the Demon lost interest? Was it out of pity for Buck? Or did the Demon want Buck to tell all the wolves what happened? No one will ever know but the Demon himself.