by The Awethors
Claire Plaisted
Copyright 2015 Claire Plaisted
All Rights Reserved
Dedication
To all those wonderful AWETHORS who help each other on a daily basis and in times of need
Thanks
Acknowledgement
To Dawn Thorp Yurkas, J B Tayor and Chess Desalls for proofing and editing my work.
Enchantments - Prologue
The darkness whispered to her as she ran through the forest, rain beating down on her head, soaking her to her skin. Shivering, she looked over her shoulder, making sure the red eyes were gone. Her heart pounded in fright. It was following her; it wasn’t hurrying to catch up. An evil laugh echoed through the night sky, turning her fear to terror. Tripping over a root, she landed in the mud face first, rolling quickly to her back. The red eyes were staring down. A mouth opened, sharp fangs appearing, dripping with blood. She opened her mouth to scream; its saliva dripped onto her face.
Its nose nuzzled her, its tongue licking her neck. She stilled, looking up when the fangs came down biting her shoulder hard. Her body jerked in shock, the force of electricity powering its way through her and then was gone. The fangs withdrew from her shoulder, licking her wound. It wandered off into the forest.
She sat up, her body felt alive as if for the first time. She looked into the darkness and saw shadows surrounding her.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
She heard mutterings as they crept closer. She backed into a tree, banging her head. Standing up, she wiped her shaking hands down her jeans.
“Leave me alone,” she cried out, her voice full of fear.
“She’s arrived; finally, we have hope,” a voice said.
“Keep away from me,” she said, pressing her body into the tree.
“So beautiful; are you sure she’s the one?”
“Yes; the wolf chose her. She’s the one to save us.”
A light appeared behind them, shining brightly. They screamed in agony, sinking into the ground.
“Come child,” said a sweet, light voice from within the light, “you are in danger here.”
“I want to go home,” she whispered.
“And so you shall,” it said gently, “come we will walk. I’m here to guide you to your destiny.”
“What destiny?” she enquired.
“Walk with me and find out.”
She walked towards the light, the creatures of the night screaming in protest when their saviour disappeared.