Luna
The first thing I noticed was the door which looked like the trunk of a very wide, though not so tall tree. I hesitated but Indrik was not having any of that as he pulled me in with him. Inside the hut was so cozy, I could barely control the urge to curl up and sleep on the bed. It didn't seem possible but the ground seemed to be covered with living grass that teased at my legs, urging them to get out of their covering and seek refuge in them instead. The bed seemed to be made of plant matter as well. The four bedposts which each grew to be about five feet and bore leaves which grew into each other in a manner reminiscent of the trees in the entry point seemed to have grown directly from the ground. Curious about it, I bent over and took a look at the bed. Like I had suspected, it was also made of grass, like the one on the ground except this one seemed even fluffier. I placed my hand on it and hardly realized when I crept into the bed. Laying down on it, it was like I had died and gone off to paradise. I was tempted to sleep, which was partly due to the intoxicatingly sweet fragrances. Somehow, I managed to get out of bed, curious to see the other things the room had to offer. It was hard to explain but this place seemed to be alive making it hard to shake the feeling that I was an intruder. The room was lighted with a lamp of sorts on the center of each wall. I advanced to take a closer look but it turned out to also be a flower. It was the shape of a lantern and glowed just as brightly, but yes, it was a flower with the way it squished under my hand, releasing orange liquid that smelled so intoxicatingly sweet. "How did you find this place?" I whispered, entranced by the beauty of it. "It found me!" Indrik reminded, sounding just as awed as I felt by this place even if though I was fairly certain he had been here a number of times. I couldn't blame him though. This was a place that I never thought you could grow tired of. Frankly, I could believe that this place had really found him. This was not the kind of place that you simply stumbled on. Walking to a table which was set to the other side of the room, I ran my hand over its oaken back. And no, I did not mean the oak that had been cut down. I meant the oak that was still very much alive. It might have been my pulse but I thought I could feel it moving under my palm. Speaking of moving, this place seemed to be very much alive. I looked up at the roof and was surprised to find that it was made entirely by the branches of the trees in the room. At least, that answered a question about how they managed to stay alive although nothing could detract from the magnificence of this place. This place felt like a tree paradise, if there was anything like that. I couldn't help but wonder who it was that had built this place, if anything like this could be built that is. One thing was certain though which was that this place was definitely shaped to serve the needs of a person, either human or wolf. Trees after all did not sleep in beds or use high backed chairs. I shut my eyes and inhaled the fragrance of this place. There was something about this place, something powerful and...magical. Even now, I could feel it in every fiber of my being, rustling in the leaves, whistling in the wind, glowing in the flowers. It was everywhere, taking in the strangers in its territory, probably wondering whether to choke us to death with the plush grass rug beneath our feet or pop out a banquet table in the center of the room. I hoped it would do the latter. I hadn't realized how hungry I was till now. I couldn't really see the moon from in here, this place didn't exactly need ventilation. Being in the middle of so many trees in close proximity should probably have been a little uncomfortable at least but this place seemed incapable of exuding anything else that was not warmth. I turned to Indrik, feeling breathless from all of these. It was overwhelming to say the least. I still could not shake the feeling that we were trespassing but it would seem that the owner if this place did not consider us to be a threat. "Who built this place?" I didn't expect him to have an answer but I couldn't help it. He shrugged helplessly. "I don't know either." But he seemed to agree that this place was built. Suddenly, this place seemed too crowded. I needed to get out of here. I stumbled over to the door. I could hear Indrik calling after me but I didn't stop till I was outside the room. Outside was not much better though. I could recall the enclosure being more widely spaced than this. The trees seemed to have closed in on us and spread their branches so they were blocking the moon from sight. None of its light filtered through the branches, throwing the area into total darkness and making the trees appear like axe wielding warriors. I could feel a not so familiar sense of dread start to build up in my chest. Something about this place was so wrong. So very wrong! I was contemplating what the best means of escape would be, either making a break for the trees while hoping they would see my heart and let me go, or run back into the room where I didn't feel much safer, when something appeared before me making me leap back and yelp in fright.To say that I was frightened out of my wits would be a very gross understatement. My heart had somehow jumped from its enclosure in my chest and was now making very wild beats in my ears. I struggled to hold my head steady to avoid a very large organ dropping out of it. I wasn't sure a large red blood spurting organ would be a very good sight to see. My hands suddenly seemed to grow a mind of their own as they flailed helplessly, my attempts to keep them at my side failing woefully. My belly was not left out as it tumbled violently like a pit of snakes had been let loose in it, each of which was nice having a field day of biting out huge chunks out of my belly walls. My legs? They seemed to have suddenly had all their bones melted into a tissue puddle as they wobbled under me, threatening to give out under me at any moment. As if the scare by the trees wasn't already good enough, the guardian of the trees decided to pay me a visit as well. That was what he/she looked like at least.
Luna "Who are you?" I asked again, my voice extremely soft. Whoever could speak to trees and order them around was definitely a force to be reckoned with and to be feared. "Sorry about that. He just would not listen to me. You know what children are like, right?" He continued in his voice which now sounded like the sound of a thousand falling leaves. I looked behind me wondering why Indrik was yet to come out. I regretted it instantly. The hut was gone and in its place were even more trees which were keeping us enclosed. I did a 360 degree turn, yet I could not see anything apart from trees around us. My blood seemed to be turning to lead as I turned back to the man. "Where is Indrik?" I asked, scared to know what his response would be. "The boy? He is just fine." He waved his branch arms and a few leaves fell off, swirling as they made their way to the ground. I wasn't sure I believed him but I didn't think I was left with many other choices. "Who are you and what do you wan
Jamil I glared at the group of men that had surrounded us. I could see and count about six men standing before us looking like they had very hostile intentions. I did a quick scan of the environs trying to see if there were any others lurking around but there seemed to be none. Either that, or they were hiding well out of view. "Well, well, look who we have here." A man moved forward. He wasn't very tall but he had the muscular build of one who could take on ten men of my own size. He completed the look with a full beard which extended to his chest area. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I snarled, my hand flying to my side only to be reminded that I had no sword. It wasn't exactly one of the most important accessories you thought to pack when you were preparing to go for a run. I groaned inaudibly silently cursing myself for being so careless. With what had been going on in the past couple of days, I should have known better than to leave the palace without my sword. No
Jamil After a quick search through the woods that yielded no results, we headed back to the palace with the hearty news. So much for trying to get everyone in a better mood. "Who do you think they were? You think they..." I stopped mid-sentence but the way Ulo looked at me informed me that he had gotten my message. "I don't know." He replied brusquely. I nodded. I wasn't in a very good mood myself. Good work universe. You have successfully ruined a perfectly good mood. Getting back to the palace, we elected to go see the Beta immediately. Sure, it was the dead of night but that kind of threat could not be dismissed easily. For one, the man seemed to have known a lot about us which was unfair considering that we didn't really know all that much about him. He had not only known about Beta Green but he had also known about his son. He hadn't mentioned my name but I had a feeling that he knew exactly who I was. Blaire too. Another suspicion that I had was that he had known we wou
Luna I woke up to see Indrik staring down at me. I blinked, trying to recall how and when I had ended up here. I pulled a blank unable to recall anything after the tree man. I shivered as I recalled the memory which sleep had done little to dampen. "What?" I scowled up at him when he continued to stare at me even with my eyes wide open. That, and the fact that the way he was laying so close to me was causing some un-Luna like reactions in my belly. He smiled down at me in a way that warned that he was about to say something that was pretty silly. "Don't say it." I warned but of course, he was not going to listen. "You haven't even heard what I had to say." He grumbled. "I don't need to hear it before knowing what you are going to say." I scoffed, slapping his arm which was smoothing my hair away. "Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. So, I woke up this morning and the sun was beaming on your face." He pointed an opening in the branches above the bed which I was certain had
Jamil Morning broke with me still asleep which was rather unusual for me. Usually, I was out of bed before the crack of dawn. But today, I probably would have continued sleeping till noon if a knock had not woken me up. I groaned lazily as I stretched my limbs. The knock came again, forcing me out of bed. I stumbled over to the door in nothing other than a black trouser. Opening the door, I was surprised to find Blaire standing there and even more so to find that she looked more of a mess than I probably did, but then again, I couldn't see myself through a second set of eyes. Her chocolate brown hair had become all tangled and messy making me feel sorry for her as I imagined her trying to tackle that forest. Her face did not look much better with red looking eyes and eye bags. Her nose was running and her mouth looked like one of her lip paints had gone rogue and traipsed aimlessly all over her mouth instead of her lips. Her blue gown looked she had wrested it from a couple of deer
UloSometimes, I wondered if my temperament was a curse. Growing up, I had always been the most quiet of my friends, even more quiet than Indrik who had the most right to be quiet amongst all of us. Not so comfortable with people, I found it more comfortable to be in the company of books and weapons. Those did not seem so complicated. With books, I could easily travel into worlds where I had a measure of control. With weapons, I could focus on my weaknesses and home them into strengths. As long as I trained hard and well enough, I was certain to be good enough some day. This was not the same with humans. I could spend an entire year studying humans only to fall flat again as they brought up a side of them that I never knew existed. Books had their own twists and turns as well but at least, those had a resolution. Humans never did. They always seemed to manufacture a thousand more problems for every single one that you manufactured. Hearing Blaire's voice at Jamil's door, I had jumped
Ulo I daubed at my eyes, hoping that no one would be able to see the height of my humiliation. Crying? Seriously? I wished I could punch the living daylights out of my own body. "Yo, bud. You're okay?" Jamil came rushing over. "I'm fine." I snapped not feeling up to the task of dealing with Mr perfect at the moment. "Let's go." I continued, still daubing at my eyes and hoping it would be gone before we reached the palace. It would be really embarrassing to appear before the council looking all weepy. The entire way to the palace, I kept thinking of all the ways in which I could start up a conversation with Blaire and clear the air within us but it all ended up starting and ending within me. Then there was Jamil too who was only trying to help while I kept shutting him down. All of these were really starting to give me a headache so I was relieved when we appeared before the council and were asked to give our reports. We reported what we had seen and then watched as the counci