CRAP, my mind yelled. I slowly tried to walk forward but the two guards held my arms tightly. I grimaced. "Let go of me!!" I screamed, kicking and thrashing. But the more I resisted the more pressure they applied to their grip on my arm.

They walked at a fast pace and I struggled to keep up with them. Where the hell are, they taking me? I thought. They stopped at the castles gate. What the-

They suddenly thrust me forward interrupting my train of thought. I landed on the gravel pathway, the small pieces of rocks digging into my skin. I groaned lightly. I stood up trying to regain my balance only to be pushed down again.

But not by the same guards. This time it was a classy looking man. He had his hair slicked back and wore a white tuxedo. A pang of recognition hit me. Where have I seen him before?

His eyes wandered over me, and his eyes widened with surprise. Apparently, I wasn't the only who noticed the history between us.

Wait. It can't be.

"Dad?" I said barely above a whisper.

My eyes instantly filled with tears. This wasn't possible. Mom said he died when I was young. I choked back a sob. My dad looked at me with such warmness in his eyes. "Maeve?" He said with uncertainty. I wanted to jump into his arms and have him hold me forever.

 But I couldn't. Not after he left me and mom. I was hurt, and angry. Not only at him, but at myself. I allowed myself to love this man who was my so called "father."

Whatever feeling of happiness, or partial feeling I had, was instantly gone. I kept myself calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside was a whole different story. "Where have you been?" My voice cracking.

He looked back at me with such guilt in his eyes. "Please, let me explain, I'm sorry" He stuttered. That's all he had to say. Not even, "I love you" It's probably a lame excuse. My mind flashed with rage. "Just. Go." I deadpanned.

He sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get me back.

I slowly made my way towards the castle doors and knocked.

One

Two

Th-

The doors suddenly opened. The sight inside the castle was breath taking. The sunlight reflecting off the crystal chandelier sent colorful rainbow rays everywhere. There were so many different things inside the castle it was overwhelming. Before my eyes had time to drink up everything, I was escorted to the throne room.

I was surrounded by guards in shining metal armor, their silver metal radiating against my dark brown skin. They thrust me forward once again, but this time I managed to catch my balance. I looked up and saw two elegant looking people.

 The queen had fair light skin, with her hair in a beautiful ethereal French twist, and wore a Bouffant skirt gown. Glimmering jewels clothed her neck, and she had dazzling ruby earrings. My eyes skipped over it for a second, but I noticed her stomach bulged a little.

The king stood beside her, his hand protectively on hers. He had his hair styled in an intricate way, and wore a dark blood red silk robe, with fur lining to top. I stood there, looking up at them in awe.

There was something about them that radiated a dark, authoritative power. I stood there awkwardly, waiting for someone to break the silence. The king cleared his throat, my eyes snapping up to him. "What seems to be the issue here," The king said. 

His voice was gravelly, yet forceful. One of the many guards stepped forward, you could tell by the rapid rising and falling of his chest that he was nervous. "She was found practicing the dark arts in your kingdom, your grace," he said slightly trembling.

The queen let out a dramatic gasp. I mentally rolled my eyes. I opened my mouth in protest, but the king shot me a warning look. "The dark arts, you say," the king murmured. "Yes, your highness," the guard responded, seeming less nervous this time.

The king rubbed his temples, annoyed that his evening has been interrupted by such tomfoolery. "Do I look like-" He was cut short when his wife leaned into his ear and whispered something that clearly disturbed him. His face paled.

The king called over a servant and pointed to the left of him. The servant nodded and scurried away to the corner of the room. And there on a golden stand stood a dim crystal orb.

I gasped, memories flooding back. It was them. It was their fault. I was trembling with rage. A tsunami of emotions hit me. When the servant walked pass me, the orb started rapidly pulsating. The queen tightly grasped the king's arm, her knuckles turning white. I grabbed the servant's arm and looked at the orb with such hunger in my eyes.

I had gotten a small taste of what was mine and I needed more of it. I thrust myself forward, tackling the servant to the ground. She squealed in surprise. I wrestled with her, grabbing for my orb. She held onto it tightly. 

She knew what the king and queen would do to her if the "witch" got it. I jabbed her stomach and she gasped releasing the orb. I quickly ran to the orb, and for a moment I had it. The void inside of me finally felt full.

Three guards piled themselves on top of me, their heavy armor crushing me. "You fools!" The king shouted. The guards glanced between one another, confused. Suddenly they noticed the sound of glass cracking. They quickly realized their mistake, but not quick enough.

The orb shattered, the smooth foggy light zooming around the room. It finally came to a stop when it was about 2 inches away from my face. I opened my mouth slightly, enhanced by its beauty. It suddenly flew into my mouth, and my eye started to glow a bright blue.

 I could hear the queen screaming, but it was faint. I could feel every single emotion hitting me, each one stronger than the last. I felt every experience I missed out on, every single moment I felt the urge to scream or cry, and love. The mere word tugged at my heart strings.

The sweet moment only lasted a while, before the king got involved. I was lost in my journey down memory lane, I barely had enough time to comprehend what was happening. Before I knew it, cold metal came in contact with my hands. I snapped back to the present, looking around franticly.

My eyes stopped at the king and queen. The queen's cheeks were flushed, hot tears running down her face, ruining her dolled-up face. My eyes wandered to the king, his eyes full of hatred and a hint of fear. I smirked lightly to myself. 

The two guards help me tightly and for a couple of steps, I obeyed. Then out of nowhere, I began to trash wildly, screaming. The adrenaline rush felt so good. For the first time in years I finally felt alive.

The two guards grunted as they struggled to keep their grip on me. I grew tired of resisting, and eventually obeyed. We walked through the castle, descending lower and lower.

 Eventually we reached two grimy, mold infested doors. I shut my eyes, to disgusted to even look at it. The two guards opened the door, the musty, foul scent of death lingering. I shudder. Just what have I gotten myself into? 

Hello Hello! I will be starting something new called, "The Wolf's questions," which is basically pretend questions and conversations of my imaginary wolf pack. Yes, I know, it's weird, but you're still here aren't you? Anyways, lets get started.

The Wolf's Questions

Today we will be interviewing Bloop, the  Top 1 Hunter/Pack Clown 

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Bloop: Wait so why are we here again?

Bloop sniffs the camera

Interviewer: You're here to answer questions Bloop

Bloop: Oh! Alrighty then, lets get started.

Interviewer: So, what do you think of everything that's happened so far?

Bloop: Wait we were supposed to be reading? I thought this was for like one of those reality TV shows or something.

The Interviewer rolls his eyes

Bloop: Excuse me? Did you just roll your eyes at me? Okay, do you know how RUDE that is? The instructions were not even that clear.

Interviewer: Alright, alright. Here are the chapters that we have so far

Bloop reads the text over quickly but stops shortly

Bloop: Wait let me get this straight, they just straight up BANISHED her for something that was out of their control? That is so messed up. Who is the writer of this? I need a word with them.

Bloop stands up from his chair and raises his snout, sniffing for the author

Interviewer: Now, now, this seems a little.. erm.. extra

Bloop: I am NEVER extra

Bloop runs off into the distance, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it becomes nothing at all

Interviewer: Well it seems Bloop has ran off again. Wait- What do you mean this is livestreaming? Take it down! What do you mean you can't?!

The Interviewer block the camera with his hand 

Interviewer: I really need to start questioning my career choice... et obtenez un meilleur travail que d'interroger des loups toute la journée

He starts to go off in his home language

This has been 

The Wolf's questions, tune in next time!