My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf

My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
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"Remember, there may be something you've forgotten" Sherina appeared and sat down beside me.


"I thought you disappeared too."


"They must be planning something, and it's impossible to take me. Though I'd love it if it were to prick you."


"Well... Why is it always me you're jahili?"


"So, maybe you deserve to be colonized."


"You speak the same way as Rosse" I said expressionlessly. "Oh, yes I always forget to ask this. Where have you been all this time? Youknew... After that operation you used to show up and talk to me."


"I'm in your subconscious. Wanna see? Close your eyes."


I followed his orders to close my eyes as he tightly gripped my hand. The mere taste of his hands really made a huge difference between him and the spirit. Slowly the air around me warmed up like the spring breeze had come. The warmth so gently hit my skin. The smell of grass now graced my smell, so sweet, the smell I loved so much. I felt like I was in a vast field with a breeze that carried the distinctive aroma of the most anticipated season.


"Open your eyes" Sherina whispered.


As soon as I opened my eyes, what I imagined was suddenly all around me. Now I was in the outer expanse of grass decorated with small flowers of various colors. This view is a natural form of the true beauty of spring. The wind blew soft and warm through my hair. I breathed in this freshness of air filling all the cracks in my lungs then I exhaled slowly with satisfactory comfort.


"Is this my subconscious," I said courageously inquiring.


"Yes. This place was created from your unattainable desires."


"My unattainable desire? What desire is it until this beauty describes it?" ask me to myself.


"Just think about it" Sherina walked in front of me through the knee-deep grass.


I followed. "I don't know for sure about this but I crave a brother."


"Considerate. The warmth of this place symbolizes your desire to have the ties of brotherhood. You're lonely."


"Aren't you the same."


"No. All this time I fell asleep remembering you as my dream. The first time you had your change I started waking up but only for a moment."


"Hm... It seems like after I was in surgery, it really woke you up from your sleep."


"That's how."


Wufs... Wufs...


I heard Angel's voice, and I opened my eyes immediately. I see it was him. Angel flew up to me and immediately perched on the back of the park chair. There's something on his leg. Um... A kind of small paper neatly rolled in a red tape. I untied the tape from Angel's leg and unrolled the paper. There's writing there, it looks like a riddle.


...THE OLDEST LIVING THING IN THE HOUSE...


"Huh? What'sthat?"


"The oldest living thing... Um..." Sherina thought. "I make sure it's not people."


"Animal, huh? Butwhat? Animals in this residence are just a variety of marine life in the aquarium. There's no way I'm figuring out every age all the fish in there."


"In the riddle it says 'Something is alive' it doesn't necessarily have to be an animal, does it?"


"You mean plant?" I said guess. He just nodded. "plants... Oldest residence... There are so many plants in this house."


This is where I stand right under the oak tree. Hm... So, now what? What other clues are hidden here? I circled around the circumference of a large tree, finding nothing in the bark, roots and surroundings. I turn my eyes to every branch. This tree branch span was too broad for me to finally find another red ribbon tied up there. The same roll of paper was on the tape.


"It's so tall. How do I take it? Angel's gone nowhere."


"Stay climbing, make it easy."


"Easy for you to talk. Didn't you see the ribbon was on the end of the twig. A little can fall to know."


"Is there any other way?"


"Well... Climb up."


I took a breath and slowly breathed it out. I started looking for help to climb this oak tree. It's easier to climb than to climb a tree. I looked for a firm grip and footing and was careful not to slip. It was very difficult to reach her, what else my hand did not reach the red ribbon. The more advanced the branches I stepped on the more fragile. I ventured to step up so I could take it.


"Courtesy of Keyla's spirit! A little more," Sherina cheers downstairs.


"Finally it does, too" I showed Sherina the tape-clad paper.


"Good Keyla. Come on down quick."


"Yes." Yeah."


I stepped slowly down the path up to me earlier. But the unfortunate thing happened. My leg slipped from the snow while staying a meter away from the ground. I fell on my back with the snow covering part of my face.


"Haha... The daughter of the Morgen family residence is really cute," Sherina laughed heartily at the sight of me falling from a tree.


Upset, I threw a snowball right at him. "You're the daughter of the Morgen family!!" but unfortunately the snowball just penetrated through his body.


"Law... Unable," he sneered while sticking out his tongue.


I clenched my fists even more annoyed to see him. Ahh...! The housekeeper just dealt with him. I tried to stand up while cleaning the snow my hair, jacket and legs. I took the red ribbon that was buried in snow and opened the paper. Another puzzle is written there. No, it's just a short sentence.


...FOLLOW THE RED ARROW!...


"Huh? Ta, the arrow?"


"Is that possible?" point Sherina to the arrow behind me.


The bright red color was clearly visible on the snow. What's?! You guys must be kidding me. Why don't you just point me straight at the arrow without having to tell me to climb all the trees!! What exactly are their plans? I resentfully followed the arrow that led me to the front yard of the house, or rather to the fountain. There's a red ribbon and another message there. Now the message is telling me to go to the kitchen. Without thinking I went straight to the kitchen. Right on the kitchen table I found another message tucked in the sandwich. The words sent me to the tower. With a sense of laziness began to approach I forced myself to walk towards the highest place of this house while eating sandwiches. Hm, good enough to fill the stomach.


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