EMBERLYN WOLFSONG She examines me like a doctor on duty, and I roll my eyes before shifting my gaze away from her. "Just let me be, okay?" I say this, then fold my arms. She sighs and then clasps her fingers together, gazing at them as if contemplating what to do next. After a brief pause, she returns my gaze with a beautiful smile. How the hell is she doing that? The fact that she is so adorable with those stunning sparkling silver eyes makes me want to pull my hair out. "Well, given that, I suppose I can just ask you a question. What is it about me that has you so worked up?" she inquires, and I squint my eyes at her. "It is none of your business," I say, and she closes her eyes while nodding calmly. "I understand that it is none of my business, but it would be extremely beneficial if you could just come clean and tell me. I understand that I am a stranger, and some children may be trained in such a way that meeting strangers is not a requirement, but God damn it, the way yo
EP 8: REPERCUSSIONS EMBERLYN WOLFSONG. After successfully determining that I can no longer stay and contain what I am looking at right now, I finally get up from my position on the bed and walk up to the door with a deep frown on my face. I have already eaten what I want, and no one can stop me now. Now I have enough strength to accomplish my goals and escape this godforsaken goddamned cottage of a building that is terrifying the living hell out of me. I stop by the door and examine the handle with squinted eyes as I press my hand against it. This is not particularly difficult. She did not lock this door, which indicates that she does not intend to keep me trapped. But could it also be a trap to open it and walk out? Maybe she dropped something outside to keep me trapped. This is incredibly suspicious. She can not just leave the door open for me to walk out whenever I want, and I know I have to be strategic about this. I bite my lip as I look at the wooden door handle, then grip
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG. I return my attention to the main door, which is still locked, and fold my arms as I continue to look at it with a lot of thoughts racing through my mind; I guess that is the door I will have to deal with, and I am not giving up on it. I rush back to the room where she kept me and then step inside, looking around for any kind of strong facility I can use as a weapon to smash the door handle open. I need to get out, and I understand that this is my only chance. I frown slightly as I look at the table where she placed my food. Well, nothing bothers me anymore, and I am going to do whatever my instinct tells me to. I move over to the table, take out the tray and jar, place them both down next to my bed, and study it for a while before examining one of its legs and pressing my palms against it to gauge its length and thickness. Yes, that will work. I think to myself and then start searching for something sharp I can use to break it off, but I can not find anything
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG What frightens me is that it was incredibly soft by nature, much like human skin. Are you aware of the possible meaning of this? This could indicate that there are other people in this dimly lit room besides me right now. I wonder with astonishment if there is someone there, but the fact that I am not feeling anything and that this particular person has not hit me in the face yet. What are the chances that this is some kind of bizarre death chamber where several people are hanging in various corners, either with chains around their necks or, more likely, dead? I close my eyes and cover my face with my hand while I scream nonstop in my head because my mind keeps conjuring up so many horrifying, terrifying pictures. I do not think I am capable of doing this anymore. This is just fucking ridiculously irritating. I shake my head resolutely as I make every effort to rise from my kneeling position, pressing my hand against my waist while experiencing that excruciating
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG I must escape this trap and this old witch's wicked scheme. I move off the front lawn of the cottage without thinking and start running as quickly as I can into the bushes. I heed my gut and head in what seems to be a safe route that will keep me far away from the blood wolves. Running through the bushes at top speed, I feel their determined grazes against my skin as if they are trying to stop me from reaching my destination, but I ignore them all and keep moving forward. I keep running, cold sweat trickling down my brow and my heart thumping louder in my chest. This is the appropriate moment. I have some free time this afternoon. I have no restrictions. I am thinking to myself the entire time I am running, using all of my strength to swing my hands. And then I reach a spot that appears to have some people living there. Although the area I am looking at is still covered in forest, there is one area that has been cleared in a way that appears to have been done b
EP 9: INTERVENTION EMBERLYN WOLFSONG Oh, beloved lunar mother, I do not think I can handle this much longer. The hurt is unbearable. My skull is being torn apart into a million pieces by it. My bones are scattered all over the place. I can not even begin to describe the pain I am experiencing right now—my brain is breaking and vibrating nonstop inside my head. There is only a split second left before it bursts in my brain and likely sends me to the afterlife. This is simply beyond comprehension. As I remain where I am, screaming and crying, the beast with an evil snarl on its face continues to pin my broken elbow against dry grass. "Are you able to sense it? Emberlyn, are you experiencing that pain? You should feel that way since you have taken possession of something that should have belonged to our descendants a millennium ago. We are simply going to take it back at this moment. Therefore, you deserve to have every bone in your body broken so that you can no longer walk. You ou
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG I recognize this particular scene so well. In my head, it keeps flashing incessantly. I finally realized after giving it a lot of thought that it was exactly like the dream I had while lying in bed the night before the competition. This is how it comes to pass. Even now, I have no idea. Nothing is feeling up to me. My whole body is trembling with pain, anger, fear, and weakness. I am not even sure which emotion to identify. In a lot of situations, my mind is all over the place. It is very vulnerable. I am unsure of what action to take. I make every effort to move slowly into my position and try to pick up more speed to get away from the beast that is currently approaching me slowly while laughing hysterically. "What then was your gain, now that you have completed the run? How much ground were you able to cover? Discourse with me, Emberlyn. Tell me about the accomplishment you made. I have you lying here in front of me, at my mercy. My free will allows me to inte
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG "Regretfully, you would not be eligible for this kind of assistance. " The beast keeps making jokes. In a desperate attempt to free myself, I open my mouth and scream nonstop. "Please refrain from treating me like this. Someone, please lend a helping hand!! " As I raise my left hand in desperation to press it against the beast's teeth, I keep screaming. Then I fight to get its head to come away, but it is just too strong for me to handle. I wish the incredible power I possessed a few moments ago could come alive right now and allow me to shoo this beast away. The creature sneers. With a growl, it says, "I do not think that kind of ability can repeat itself a second time. Thus, just give up on trying to set yourself free. Nobody can release you from my control. " The beast grabs my left hand and slams it against the parched grass once more, declaring that no one can release me from its hold. I am about to hear my brain rip apart because I hear another loud crack