Book In Progress

Epilogue

A shadow moved silently in the silent night of the forest. Paws with thorn sharp claws moved lightly as a feather. It slipped through the curtain of lican and nelt.

“The one is coming, my lord”, it said, with a voice as hard as stone.

An icy voice, as cold as ice replied, “Good… If the one truly comes, then we shall be ready for him…”.

Chapter 1

I knew it was a bad day as soon as I realized the weather forecaster had been wrong again. I was in the meadows of my most favorite/hated places on Earth: Camp Underwood. About 2 weeks ago, I made a big choice, no, a massive choice. I was doing my usual thing at school: Exchanging bear pictures with my good friends, Samirah(Sam, she liked to be called), and Jack while Mr. P. Pipi Pants, our teacher, talked about Mathematical Aspects, a word that my parents didn’t even use. Now, you could scold me(like my mom) that not listening to my teacher was a bad thing to do, but you've never heard one of Mr. P. Pipi Pants’ lectures about how dog droppings can be useful to science. But at that particular second, for the first time in my life, Mr.P. Pipi Pants’ words caught my attention.

Chapter 2

“For the field trip this semester at Hollins Creevy High School, we are going to go to Camp Underwood. Anyone who wishes to join on this trip will have to have a parent’s permission. Dismissed!”, he said. As the bell rang, students filed out of the classroom. As soon as I went outside, I sat down on the nearest bench. Sam and Jack sat next to me. They may have said something, but I didn’t listen. My mind kept going back to that day, and that moment.

Almost nobody knows that I have a brother. Well, people except my parents, ack, and Sam. I was 3 and a half years old when I lost my brother, Leo. We were at Camp Underwood, the place where the most bear tracks were found. My brother and I always loved bears. Maybe the Adult grizzlies were a little scary, but they wouldn’t attack unless something surprised them or considered a threat. One night, while we were sleeping, Leo claimed that he had heard a sound, so I followed him out of our cabin. It was the worst decision of our lives. We went beyond the camp grounds, and into the restricted section. As soon as we entered, cold hands seemed to grasp my body.

“We should head back”, I said, as a huge, black shape, with glowing, cold amber eyes crashed through the bramble thickets and ran straight for Leo.

“AAAGGGHHH!”, we said, as we ran back and shouted for help. Then, to my horror, Leo stumbled and fell. I turned back to help, but the black, thing was dragging Leo away by his collar. And right before it disappeared with my beloved brother, it said

“Remember the pack”, in a voice as hard as stone.