As soon as Francis veered the car off the road and into the forest, Professor Ericson's wolf told him that things weren't right and he, too, relayed the message to Francis.
"What do you think is the problem?" Francis asked, daring to take his eyes off the bumpy track that caused the car to bounce and cast a worried look at his friend. He, Francis, knew Ericson was a good wolf. A great wolf. One of the best wolves out there and if his wolf told him there was a problem then there was definitely one.
"I... I don't know, too," Ericson replied with a stammer as he looked behind the car but he saw nothing but the trees that disappeared into the darkening skyline. He squinted ahead of him, too, and even with the aid of the car's headlight that blasted darkness away, he saw nothing then he looked to his sides. The trees whished past them and that was it.
What had his wolf warned him about?
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“Are you sure?” Professor Ericson asked, looking at Francis who was focused on the dirt track they tolled. “Doesn't it have consequences?”“If I go with them, won't it also have consequences on your godson?” he asked as he increased the speed of the car. “We just have to choose which is more important and face the music of the other later on.”Professor Ericson nodded. His friend was selfless; sacrificing himself for a student he'd never even seen and that propelled him to wanting to do the same, too.“Should I do this?” He asked Francis with determination and seriousness evident in his voice. “They're just five. I should be done with them in no time.”“You think you can? They're well skilled in hunting down people like me and they, too, are well prepared if things go rough.”“And I'm good, too, in protecting the ones I love.”Suddenly, the car trembled as one of the witches—maybe w
Penelope cringed in intense pain as a burst of sunlight escaped through a small opening in the leafy trees overhead and touched down on her.As soon as the heat touched her pale white skin, it turned red and flabby like over-boiled pork.Quickly, though, she escaped from the sunlight and sunk further into the deep green trees but Derek who was closely behind her like a stalker didn't seem to even notice. Whatever it was that was wrong with Derek, Penelope thought, it was eating him deep.“We're coming close to the end of the forest,” Harold whispered to himself but Penelope's sharp ears caught his words.“I don't think I'll be able to go any further than the forest. This might be the end of my journey.”“Because of the sunlight?” Harold asked. They walked a few metres before he added, “we'll find a way.”There seemed to be no way out of a vampire's intolerance to the sunlight since
“Are you sure there is a lake anywhere around here?” Penelope asked wearily as she and the two others pushed their way through a thick sheet of wild grass that pricked their fingers.“Very sure,” Harold said confidently when they were out on the other side of the shrub that seemed to demarcate that they were in a new land area. “We should see it very soon,” he added as a mental picture of where the lake was on the map and where they, the contestants were, formed in his head.They walked on for what seemed like minutes while Derek who was as silent as he'd been since the previous day scuttled behind them like a dog will after its master.As expected, after what seemed like forever especially to Penelope, they came across the pool and Harold sighed in relief as the blue waters swayed gently a few metres away from them under the ebbing sun. It was heavenly. A perfect place to stay away from the rest of the world and meditate.He
Trisha and Wilkes sat on a termite infested log of wood in the forest which shaded them from the dwindling scorch of the sun, watching the three contestants by the lake which was inviting, alluring and seductive all at the same time, even to them.Unfortunately, to keep their status still hidden, they couldn't wash their bodies in the lake at that moment and even when the contestants left which they knew was going to be soon, they had to watch Harold as he and the others left the forest out into the hills specifically for Harold's safety, so there was absolutely no chance of them enjoying the calmness of the lake at all but for its relaxing sight as it washed up shore by about half a metre and returning to its main base seconds later.From where they were, they watched Derek sit on the sandy shore, staring into the sky, which was odd. It prompted Trisha and Wilkes to do the same thing so that perhaps they, too, could see what it was that had s
“Did she tell you anything else?” Harold asked Penelope in an extremely thin, unnatural voice that fear had tampered with as they delved back into the forest to continue their journey to the mountainous part where the orb most likely was. Harold hadn't given who could possibly win it much thought. What he was after was being the first wolf ever to come out of the contest alive. No matter who won it, he won, too, if he was alive.As he brooded over the question he asked Penelope, he wondered the kind of consequences him surviving the contest will have on the school.Will it lose students? Who will die? Will the school collapse? The cavern, what about it?He looked at Penelope who was silent as she tried to remember anything else she might have missed but nothing. “No, she didn't.”“And what did her voice sound like?” Harold asked as he crouched beneath a th
"Wait, I can't go any further," Penelope said, spreading her arms instinctively to stop the others from taking an extra step, too. She sounded like a child who didn't want to go to school because of something the teacher said. Or didn't say."Why?" Harold asked. He had been so engrossed in what he was going to face out there that he had barely considered the other two. That wasn't a pleasant trait especially for someone who if all things went normally (which was unlikely), would be the next Alpha."The sun. My skin," Penelope replied. "The sun has gone down but I still can't risk it. If I do and it backfires, I'll... Die."Harold turned to look at Derek who hadn't said anything in a very, very long while. 'Could he be trusted to cast a spell on Penelope?' he contemplated.It was entirely up to Penelope to decide if Derek should or not but if Harold wasn't convinced, he wasn't going to let that happen. Now
“We should return back to the forest for the night,” Harold said, looking around. “This place is too... Open. Anything and I mean anything, can spring out of anywhere.”Penelope nodded in agreement, thinking what Harold meant when he said anything could spring out of anywhere was wild animals. What Harold meant, though, was the ghouls—and perhaps, the Moon Goddess' rival, too.Derek remained emotionless and that sat well with Harold. The worst he, Derek, could do was become a rebel who wanted to go about the contest the way he wished, but so far, he had been compliant to all the decisions Harold and Penelope had made like he was nothing but a lifeless puppet.Harold took a quick glance at him as he studied the mountainous ground that ascended and descended with craggy, stony bumps, and had large, black holes drilled into it, too. It was like small bombs had once detonated at those spots and the holes were the aftermath.
As Harold, Penelope and Derek left the forest and went out into the mountainous part, Trisha and Wilkes began to see them from afar.At first it was like their imaginations were playing tricks on them but as they inched closer to the trio who stood at a spot, it became clearer that they were actually the ones.“Why'd they stop now?” Trisha asked as she crouched beside a tall tree. It's branches spread out way above her like a canopy and its smell was simply glorious.“They're discussing something,” Wilkes replied as he took a few steps ahead of Trisha so that he had a better view. “I can't tell what it is they talking about,” he added, “but I guess it has to do with looking for the orb.”“That has to be it,” Trisha replied as she moved away from the tree and stood beside Wilkes so that she, too, could see as clearly as he did.“We have a problem,” Wilkes said suddenly, looking to his side.
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It was the end of a session and although Harold and Wilkes especially had been to a rough start, things got a lot better after the contest and as they stood in their room, getting ready to go home for the holiday, for the first time since they had gotten to the school, they felt and behaved like other students.“Who is coming to take you home?” Harold asked Wilkes as he eyes lazily landed on the messy heap of cloth that were in his bag. There was no way he was going to take his time rearranging them. No, that was too much stress.“I'm not very sure,” Wilkes answered as his eyes scanned the room for any of his belongings he might have missed. The room was pretty empty compared to how it had been two hours ago. Even the bulb that shone a dark light had been taken from its socket. “I mean, it is either my aunt or her husband; my uncle, or them both.” He sighed as he looked back at his huge travelling bag that was on his bed. “I don't think it mat
For the first time since the new intakes had been in Golden Lake University, rain fell.It was on a Friday and most of the semester had gone. Things had gone back to normal or at least, almost had.Sarah returned back to her park after being told all what happened by Harold. She promised not to tell anyone anything but deep down, Harold knew it was only a matter of weeks - a month or two, if lucky - before she told someone all she had been told. All the same, they did tell her everything. She deserved to know the truth.Derek, too, was back to his old self: lively, goofy and weird and with him was the love of his life, Penelope, who acted like the perfect housewife who without doubt, she was going to be. She seemed content that way.Although Wilkes never and probably never will admit it, the couple - Derek and Penelope - made him jealous. One of the reasons he had been excited to resume in Golden
"What does this mean?" Wilkes asked as he, too, bent his neck over the sheet of paper.Harold read the words again. Just like in the first letter he had gotten, this, too, was warning him of something in the most confusing way possible."I don't know," he replied. "But I do know that this is from professor Ericson. He must have written it before he died. You know, expected us to search his room when he was gone.""That's unlikely," Wilkes said dryly. "It most likely is to someone who knows of its existence behind the clock and that person definitely isn't you - or me. Besides, how are you so certain it is from professor Ericson?""The handwriting. They're... similar. Don't you see it?""I don't. At all." He sighed then continued, "we'll compare the handwriting of this paper and the one from the letter we are certain he handed to you together when all of these is over.""Yes, seems l
Harold and Wilkes waited in professor Ericson's office, doing nothing.When the party were first in the cavern, their footsteps reached up above where Harold was but after roughly a minute, there was nothing to tell that those that had gone down there existed.“Do you have any reasons why you wanted is to come here?” Wilkes asked when it was just the both of them in (Late) professor Ericson's office. Harold almost always had a plan. He knew that.Harold looked around the room like it was his first time being in it.“No,” he said. “I just wanted us to be here when they went down there.”Wilkes looked puzzled. That didn't seem like Harold.“But now that we're here,” Harold continued, oblivious of Wilkes confusion, “why don't we just look around for whatever we can find.”He paused for a while and looked at Wilkes before continuing, “we never know what we might f
Derek woke up with a series of cough.Penelope sprung out of the bed she was sat in and went to his side.“Are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around his arm. He was a lot thinner than he had been in the past.He fell silent for some seconds, “yes, I am okay,” he said, “how're you, too?” he asked, putting his other hand on hers which were on his arm.“I've never felt more alive than I am feeling right now,” she said.Derek chuckled, “that's good.”By then, Brie was also by his side but watched the both of them silently. Trisha sat in the position Penelope was in before, fiddling with her phone.Derek sat up and opened his eyes. He looked to his left and saw Sarah on the bed with him then he turned to look at Penelope, then Brie.“Thank you…” he said to Brie. “…for everything.” There was a short pause. “When you saw us down the
Trisha paced from left to right of Harold and Wilkes small room. It was either she was no longer aware of the presence of Brie and Penelope or she just wasn't bothered by their presence. The latter seemed the most feasible option."I'll have to call my dad this very moment," she said to no one in particular. She seemed to be talking to herself and the next second, her phone was in her hand, placing a call to reach her father.She brought the phone to her ear and waited. After what seemed like ages to the two females watching her, she breath in and out deeply, and began to speak."Hello, father," she started. There was a pause from her side because her father was talking. It went on and on and on but Trisha understood why. He hadn't spoken to his daughter in over a week and was worried something awful must have happened to her."Why didn't you pick your calls?" he asked. His voice was a lot louder than befo
Harold and Wilkes picked up pace as they ran back to Dr. Alvin Clarks's office. Their sneakers marched on the tuffs of grass and on the cemented pavement, too, but they didn't bother as they huffed and puffed. The breeze as they moved blew against their faces but that, too, didn't stop them. They had to get to Dr. Clark before he and the others left.When they got to the entrance of the building, they stopped running and walked in.The receptionist recognised them and gave them a small nod telling them to proceed with the reason they were there.The both of them acknowledged her nod and went to the elevator. They got in it and a few seconds later, they were on the top floor.They both walked down the absolutely beautiful but empty and very silent corridor slowly. They loved as their sneakers sunk into the red carpet the spread everywhere. They turned right and continued walking.“Do you think
Brie closed the door behind her with her leg. It made a loud snap that caused Derek to let out a soft moan as the sound wave caused his eardrum to tremble. She had the pizza box Penelope had asked for in her hand.“I didn't know which ones you like over the other so I went with good old Pepperoni.”Penelope's nose wiggled like a mouse's. “It isn't my favourite,” she started, “but isn't my worst either. Thank you,” she said as she got the box out of Brie's hands.She put it on the bed and walked to Derek' side. She knelt beside his bed but Brie peered down on him from above.“He's conscious already,” Penelope said, sounding like a small child who had just gotten a gift. She was talking to Brie.“Oh, has he?” Brie said, kneeling, too. “I can't handle it much any longer.”“Handle what?” Penelope asked, looking to her right, at Brie.“His sister, she has been dead worri