Whispers of the Wolves

Two sets of four life long friends grow up in a seemingly normal life, until one day, things catch fire without a match, things move without being picked up, they can hear things miles away, and they see things that are never meant to be seen. Then one day a mysterious stranger comes telling them that they are destine to save the world that they grew up in, and the world that they belong to; one where the animals talk, mountians get up and move, and magic is everywhere. Given a quest to find the hidden Shifters, they go on a quest of a lifetime, learning more about themselves and the meaning of family as they battle dark demons, old wizards and witches gone bad, and their own mental challenges and friend ship challenges too.

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9. Chapter 5 - I almost burned down my room...

"Love is a fire.  But whether it is going to warm your hearth or

burn down your house, you can never tell." - Joan Crawford

 

Blythe

     It was midnight.  Blythe knew that Kara and Hazel would meet that night at the same time, and she wondered what they were talking about.  Laying in bed, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing.  Thinking  back to a few nights before where she had lit her hand on fire, she wondered if she could do it again.  Focusing on her hand, she thought of fire.  Her hand began to smoke, but no flame caught up.  Focusing more of her attention on fire, her hand sparked a little bit.  Lighting the room for a short second before sputtering out.  Her door creaked open.

     "Blythe?"  It was her younger sister Emma.  Startled, Blythe fell back to her bed with a soft thump.

     "Yeah, Emma?"

     "I just heard some noise and I was wondering if you were okay.  I smelled smoke too.  I just wanted to make sure that something wasn't burning."  

     "Uh.  No, nothing's burning.  Go back to bed."  Still her sister didn't budge.  

     "Is there something else you would like to say, Emma?"  

     "Err.  Well, I was wondering if I could spend the night in your room.  When I woke up, it looked like a dark figure was standing outside my window.  It scared me."  The last thing that Blythe needed was her sister in her room interrupting her practicing.  

     "No.  I'm going to bed anyway.  Go back to your room."  

     "But Blythe, please?  I'm really scared.  Plus, you're going back to bed, why can't I just sleep with you?"  Her frustration mounting, Blythe tried to talk in a level voice.

     "No, please just go back to your room.  I want my own room."

     "Sis please.  I don't want to go back."  That was the last straw with her frustration and anger.  She exploded, along with her room.

     "NO!  I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!!!" Her lamp burst into flames and her bed did as well.  Jumping away, she ran to the other end of the room.  Shielding her sister from whatever else might come their way.  This time, the fire actually burned.  The smoke alarms jumped into action and blared their sound as the smoke hit them.  Blythe looked for a way out, but they were blocked in.  She heard screams from her parents and her older sister.  They couldn't get through the burning door.  They were going to die, and it was all her fault.

     Calm down.  I'm here to help.  A voice sounded in her head, and it seemed so familiar that she thought it was an old friend.

     Who are you?

     I don't think you're in the position to ask that right now.  Now listen to me.  The flames are fed by your emotions.  They are brighter and stronger when you're mad, upset, etc...  When you're calmer, they still feed, but they aren't as strong.  First, you need to calm down.

     How do I do that?  I'm in the middle of a burning room here.  Starting to really freak out, the flames jumped even higher.  

     You have a calm spot within you.  Listen to your heart.  Remember the happiest time you've ever had.  A time that made you laugh and was the best moment of your life.  Thinking back to a time when her, Hazel, and Kara were together, it was the first time she had seen Hazel smile.  When they first got to know each other, and the first time that Hazel had laughed.  When Hazel had beat up a boy because he was getting too physical on her.  As the thought of it, she noticed the flames were dying down.  Finally, they stopped, and as they flickered out, so did her consciousness.  Right before she hit the ground she thought one last thought.

     Who are you?

     You can call me a friend.  Then she blacked out.

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