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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10. Chapter 6 - The Mysterious Figure and the Loyalty of Friends

"The less you reveal, the more people wonder." - Anonymous

Blythe

     When Blythe came to, everything rushed back to her at once.  Opening her eyes, she found herself in a small room, with her mom and dad sitting next to her.  

     "Mom?  Dad?"  Immediately, both of her parents rushed over looks of concern on her face.  

     "Blythe?  Are you okay sweetie?"  Her throat ached and when she took a breath, it burned.  Reading her mind, her parents handed her a glass of water which she chugged down greedily.  

     "What happen?"  

     "Well, we were hoping that you could tell us, baby."  Thinking back to that night, she remembered the flames engulfing everything.  Eating at everything in the room, burning down the room.  Then she remembered the person in her head that was talking to her, helping her calm down.  You can call me a friend.  Were the last words that person said.  She realized that her parents were still waiting for an answer so she spoke.

     "I don't know.  When Emma came into my room, she insisted on sleeping in my room, but I didn't want her.  When she kept pressing, I was saying I didn't want to sleep with her in my room.  Suddenly, the lamp caught fire, and the bed caught fire right after too.  The door was right next to it, and it caught fire blocking us in."  Both of her parents nodded.

     "That's what Emma said too."  Her father's deep voice cut in.  "We're lucky that the neighbor put it out so soon.  He saved your life."  That last part made her think.  The fire went out when she calmed down.  There was not neighbor there.  Why would her parents think that?  Emma too?  She was there, and she saw the whole thing.  Something weird was going on, but she couldn't figure it out.  

     "What about Kara and Hazel?"  

     "Oh honey, those two haven't left the waiting room since they were called.  If you're ready for them now, we can go get them." 

     "In a minute.  How long have I been out?"  Looking worried, her parent's exchanged a glance.

     "Well, honey, you have been out for about 4 days."  Struck with that new information, Blythe could hardly answer.

     "Can I just have a few minutes alone, please?"  Her mom smiled, but she was still looked worried.

     "Sure honey.  Call us when you want them in."

     "Okay mom.  Thanks."  Both of her parents left the room, and she lay back in bed and closed her eyes.  A second later, a deep voice, deeper then her dad's sounded through the room.

     "Blythe."  She jumped at the sound.  The man standing over her was tall.  Maybe about 6 foot.  He wore a hat and sunglasses covered his eyes.  

     "Umm who are you?"

     "A friend."  The words rushed through her head as she remembered that those were the same words that the voice had said.  Choking out her next words she began to talk,

     "You're the one that was in my head.  A few nights ago."  His face twisted into a grim smile.

     "Yes.  You can call me Taeron."

     "That's not a very easy name."

     "You could call it Swedish."  Blythe ran her eye over him again.  He looked well dressed, and not like a weirdo.  Then again, he had somehow gotten in her room without her parents seeing him, and, she was pretty sure that he wasn't a relative.

     "Thank you for helping.  How is it that my parents think that a neighbor put out the fire?"  The figure answered again.

     "Mortals cannot see through the Veil.  When the line of reality and magic crosses, the humans' brain usually picks the most 'logical' explanation to explain a certain event.  Of course, tampering with the memories is my job, to keep order with the humans and the Magics."

     "Are you saying I'm not human?"

     "Your questions will be answered in time.  For now, your friends are dying to see you.  We will meet again, Fire Lord."  With that, he turned and opened the door, and almost ran into Hazel and Kara as they walked in.

     "Excuse me, ladies."  His gaze lingered on Hazel for a split second more then normal.  Smiling at him, Hazel asked,

     "Is there something that is bothering you, Sir?"  Recovering he replied,

     "No, sorry, you reminded me of someone that I knew a long time ago.  It seems like it was a different lifetime."  A grim laughed escaped him.  

     "Well, that seems like a very long time to remember.  That person must've been very special if you remembered her for such long time.  Of course, what is time compared eternity?"  Taeron looked stunned for yet another time in a minute.

     "I will let you ladies have your time.  Blythe, I will see you another time."  With that, he walked out the door. Looking at Hazel, it seemed like she knew Taeron or whatever his name was.  A smile had crept on her face, and a look of peace was spreading across her face, or contentment.  Blythe wasn't sure which.  

     "Blythe!  I'm so glad you're okay!  When we heard about the fire, we came straight away, but they wouldn't let us see you."  Kara was already hugging Blythe and catching up.  Looking at Hazel, Blythe noticed that she was lost in thought, but it looked as though the memories were from long ago.  

     "Hazel?"  Blythe called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

     "Yes, Blythe."  A heavy accent accompanied the words, making it sound like yers Bardwild.  Pretending to not notice the weird accent, Blythe continued.

     "Umm...did you know that guy?"

     "No.  It was just a weird thing, yes?"  Okay now this was weird.  It was like Hazel was going through a bunch of different accents, and a thousand ways of saying things within all of her sentences.  It was like she lived through thousands of centuries.

     "Hazel are you okay?"  Clearing her throat, Hazel answered normally this time.

     "Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm so glad you are okay."  Her phone vibrated and pulling it out, she paled.  

     "I have to go, like now.  I'll see you tomorrow.  I will always be here for you even if you can't see me.  All you have to do is call my name."  Kara and Blythe watched her go.

     "She's always leaving, and saying things like that.  I wonder what it was this time."  Kara commented.

     "I don't know, but I'll say one thing.  The things she says, are special and I think that we need to remember them.  They somehow seem really important."  

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