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Fate's Embrace

A possessed neclace that contains the spirit of a wolf found by a girl. What will happen to her?

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Fate's Embrace

This is strange. I never thought I would be doing this. Writing in a book like this I mean.  I was just walking along and ... there it was. Anyway, I am going to write down, well problems mostly, but I suppose I might be able to find some other things to write about. Maybe. I seem to have a lot of problems at the moment. My life is a patchwork of problems. And not your average everyday problems either, I’m talking about massive “I’m going to die!!!” type problems. Still confused? Let me explain.

It all started (well, not exactly, but I’ve got to start somewhere) a few weeks back when I was attempting to tidy up my room a bit, I tend to hoard things, you see, and my room is full of boxes and bags and just plain old piles of stuff that ‘might be useful’. Anyway, back to the really important, life and death stuff, I found this really nice necklace, kind of creepy, but all the more awesome for it. It was silver, with crystals, as are all the best cursed jewellery. Oops, did I mention that already, I’m getting ahead of myself. I didn’t know that at the time of course, all I could see then was a pretty trinket that I didn’t know I had. I’d better describe it for you; I’ll try and describe it as it seemed then, as now I’m seeing it in a totally different light. Ok, here goes. It was a silver wolf’s head, with no bottom jaw and transparent crystals for eyes, with the rest taken up with what in hindsight must be bone, each ‘bead’ with some sort of symbol carved into it. Now, this was quite a find, so naturally I, not wanting to return it to the pit of despair, placed it in my pocket for safekeeping.

Now, that’s an odd thought, it must have only been yesterday when everything fell apart, it feels like it’s been months since things were normal. But it doesn’t matter either way, this won’t last much longer, that’s the only thing I’m sure of, that and the thing. But let’s get back to wherever I was before I got distracted. It was around six yesterday when I, being the fool I am, decided to try the necklace on. Big mistake. You see, once it was fastened around my neck, I discovered why the wolf didn’t have a bottom jaw, because then the accursed thing sunk its teeth into my flesh, just below the collarbone, and then, guess what? It gets worse, as its clear crystal eyes glowed red, and it felt as though it was draining my very soul, the red glow spreading around the rest of the necklace, one bead, one heartbeat at a time. When the glow had enveloped all twenty four beads, (twelve on each side) there was a flash of light, and although the wolf’s eyes and the symbols were still red, it was as if they’d always been that way, you know, normal.

Now, I would like to add that I was unable to remove the thing, if it were that easy I wouldn’t be writing this. Also, the reason I put the necklace on was to go to a party, and stupid me went along anyway. Yes, despite the fact that I’d just put on a creepy, glowing, soul eating necklace, I still found time to party. Now while I was there, this guy I’d been longing to notice me for years actually talked to me, and by nine o’clock the two of us were alone under the moon. But things went downhill then, there was a flash of red light, and the symbol on the third bead down began to glow, and the wolf’s eye began to pulse. We thought that this was quite cool at first, but then it came.

The moonlight that, moments ago, had seemed so romantic, poured down and began to take shape, first a ghostly outline, but then it began to fill out, a hulking werewolf, made entirely of light. Now I wasn’t that stupid, I did back off, but I didn’t run, another thing on my long list of stupid mistakes. The wolf leapt forwards, and lunged for the two of us, I screamed and clung on tighter, but the wolf passed right through me, and knocked my would-be-boyfriend to the ground, snapping jaws of savage moonlight shut around his neck. I fell backwards, unable to do anything but watch as it tore him apart. When I finally regained control of my legs the wolf had gone, faded back into the night.

I ran until I collapsed, and even then I got back up and kept walking, I was completely lost, I still am, but that’s beside the point. It was then I found this book, lying on the roadside. In the most atmospheric turn of events it started to rain, I dived into the first empty building I came across, for shelter from the moon as well as the rain. I’m still there now, holed up in the basement, or at least I am while I’m writing this. I know what the beads are now; a countdown. Every hour one more goes black, and every three they glow, and the wolf appears again. It’s up there now, hunting for a victim, but not me, not yet. There are only three beads left you see, and I think I know what will happen when the last one goes out.

I don’t know what else to write, I don’t think words could quite do justice to what this is like, this hellish waiting, with nowhere to go, and nothing I can do, I’m going to die, it’s coming for me.

Only two left now, and it’s gone again, next time it comes it will be for me, I know.

Last one, it has yet to appear, but it’s only a matter of time...