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Bold- Me! Author~Tan
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Your POV

My really face stayed where it was until after I was dragged out of the hole and through the woods, into a camp. I was shoved into a tent with thick canvas walls. The door immediately shut, denying even the moonlight access to me. I turned into a wolf and tried to slash at the walls, but they didn't even leave a mark. I growled before turning back. I sat on the ground, exhausted, and laid on my back, trying not to crush my tail. What's going to happen? Am I going back to the Nether? Or something worse? I bit my lip. A rustle of the canvas and a semi familiar voice sounded before I could see who had entered my prison. I squinted, trying to make out who it was in the dark. The black and white mask covered half their face while their onyx hair covered another fourth. Their pale blue eye watched me, analyzing my every move. They seemed to be smirking, but it was impossible to tell with their mask. I glared at the High Priest Zane, but he just grew more coy. I was exhausted, and he knew it. He had the upper hand, and he wanted to flaunt it. I stopped glaring and diverted my attention to the ceiling. You know, considering I am in a tent that I couldn't leave, the ceiling was rather nice. As I kept thinking about the wonderful ceiling, I could feel Zane beginning to become annoyed. It became irritated, then impatient, then anger. Then it was a deep hatred, and a flash of light blinded me momentarily. I curled up into a ball, my back to where Zane had been. I heard heavy footsteps. When they stopped I waited before peeking. a not quite Zane was smirking. He had black hair and skin as black as tar. His one white eye glowed, the light from it illuminating off his broadsword. His wicked grin was just barely visible over his mask and priest clothes, which had grown with him. I stared at him in horror. He slowly brought his obsidian blade to my chin and forced me to stay looking at him. I gulped, terror the only thing I could feel. He laughed, thankfully keeping his hand steady. He continued to make sure I was looking at him, and only him. Once he had my full attention, he began his evil monologue.

   "Hello Wolfy. I bet you wonder why you're here, yes? Well, it's nothing personal, but we needed a bargaining chip. One they couldn't find. They might find that stupid disguised redhead, but they won't find you. We'll make sure of that." He paused. "However, if you do as we ask willingly, you may be able to keep your life. But, you must perfectly obey me. If not, well, you won't see the light of day ever again." He laughed. "Or maybe if you're especially disobedient, we could send you back to the Nether." I froze. No. Yes but no. Arg. I need to save my family, but I can't be working for them. No. "We'll have to see. Now is your opportunity to think about my offer. Will you work with me and live, or will you defy me and join your family in the Nether? It's your choice really, but I think we both know which one you'll choose." He laughed evilly again, and another flash of light appeared. The sword was gone, and Zane had returned to his human form. I relaxed my neck and watched him. He slyly stared back before heading to leave. He was let out while I was trapped inside. I uncut led from my ball, too exhausted to even process what had happened. I tried to think over everything, but ended up passing out. It had been a long night.

   The clanks of armor and weapons filled the air. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, clearing the sleep from them. I massaged my tail, as I had slept on it and it hurt. While I was getting the knots out of it, a sack was thrown into my tent toward me. When no one came into my tent prison to claim the sack, I carefully crawled up to it and peeked inside. There was a small load of bread, a canteen, and an apple. My breakfast. I ate the bread but saved the apple. I didn't know when my next meal would be, so I decided it was better to be prepared. I sipped from the canteen, wrinkling my nose at the taste of the earthy and metallic water. I put the cap back on as someone was entering my tent. I looked up, and it was Zane. Today he had a few guards with him, maybe to convince me to work with him. I stayed seated, and Zane seemed a little peeved that I didn't bow or anything in his presence. I smiled to myself, making sure it wasn't noticeable to Zane or any of his entourage. Zane, cooling his temper, walked up to where I was sitting cross legged and looked down on me. I looked up and caught his one eye filled with disgust. I shifted on the ground, now uncomfortable with his gaze, but continued to look at him. I squirmed some more, before I had to look away. We stayed like that for a few minutes before Zane broke the silence.

   "Have you made a decision?" My heart stopped. Have I? Yes. Is it the right one? It depends who we are talking about. If we're asking if it's the right choice for me, then yes. If we're asking if it's the right choice for my family, no. My newfound friends in Phoenix Drop? I don't know. "Well?" I hadn't realized Zane had been waiting for me to answer.

   "I... Yes I have made a decision. I will work with you and obey you," I mumbled to the ground.

   "I'm sorry, what was that? You were so quiet I couldn't hear." He had heard alright. He just wanted me to say once more. I glared at the ground, angered by the fact that he was getting satisfaction out of my humiliation. I managed to say it again, through grit teeth.

   "It's nice to know you're not as dumb as I thought. You have the rest of today to prepare. Are you skilled with a sword?" I nodded, still directing my anger towards the dirt. "Good." Zane left, but his guards stayed. As soon as the canvas door was closed again, they neared me with sheets of metal and various weapons. My hands tightened to fists, and the anger in my eyes was hidden by my (H/L) (H/C) hair. They asked me to stand, and I slowly did. They took my measurements and started craft a new set of armor. They asked me to hold each of the weapons they had brought and asked which one was most comfortable to hold, use, and carry. Which weapon felt most comfortable. I wanted to scream none of them, since I was a baker, but I had to comply with them. I had to avoid entering the Nether as a slave. One of them asked me which weapon I wanted to use, as a final choice, and I bit my tongue. The smart remark I was going to make slowly dissolved from my tongue. I pointed at the traditional diamond sword, and they laughed at me. They shook their heads no, and I stared at them in confusion.

   "You can't pick that," they said.

   "Why?" I asked. "I'm most comfortable with it."

   "Too bad. It was only supposed to be used as a comparison. Pick something else." I scowled. Glancing over all the weapons, none really stood out to me. Remembering holding them, a few were fairly comfortable. I found them and placed them in another group. Recalling which weapons had made me feel the most powerful, I made another, smaller group. From there it was which weapon was most natural. There was only one weapon that had felt natural, and that was a silver scythe. I picked it up and nodded. The guard who had laughed at me earlier nodded back and started picking up the rest of the discarded weapons. I swung the metal scythe and watched as the blade part sliced through the air. I couldn't help but grin. It felt so natural to hold it, to swing it. My joy was short lived, however, when I had to try on the armor they had made for me.

   I hated it. I hated the armor with a passion. It was a pain to put on, uncomfortable to wear, and almost impossible to move in. As soon as the last strap was tightened I knew I would hate every second here even more. My tail was awkwardly hanging out from between the back piece and the legs pieces. Growling quietly, I loosened a few straps. I sighed, it was so much more comfortable. The other guards left, and I sat on the ground again. I ran my finger over the curve of the sickle, not caring that I almost cut my finger multiple times. The tent rustled again and Zane entered. I watched him as he entered, and glimpsed the dusk sky as he drew closer. I stood up and bowed, trying to show respect. When I straightened, it looked like Zane was smiling.

   "Excellent. Now that you are ready, we shall attack Phoenix Drop. Tomorrow, of course, since they still have another day to pay up with that runaway princess. Although I doubt that will happen. So get some rest tonight, because tomorrow the show begins. And remember, you will be by my side then write time. You will be like my personal body guard. Don't even think of trying to harm me. I'm more powerful than you, and you saw that yesterday. Have a good night." Zane left, and I sat back down. I soon laid down and tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, unable to, but eventually did, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep only to awake hours later. I was supposed to watch the world burn, and I was supposed to enjoy it. As I stared at what j had thought was a great ceiling, I realize that the ceiling could be a metaphor for life. It all depended on the situation you were in. If you were in a situation where you felt powerless, bored, or uncomfortable, you might notice how nice everyday things are. On the other hand, if you are in a comfortable setting with people you trust, you would never notice a ceiling. It all about perspective. So if that means the world burning is like the ceiling, then I was in an uncomfortable situation. I sighed and continued to wait for Zane to appear with instructions. I wasn't sure I was ready.

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So sorry about last week, but life (including Wattpad) hates me. So here is that super long chapter with 1889 words. Have a good night, and a happy Halloween. Comment down below what you are going as. Ciao!