WereWolf Chronicles

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(These chapters are based off of the werewolf event I hold during the week. This is what happened the first night, I forgot who was who though so names have been excluded. Thanks to the participates, hope you readers enjoy. Here we go)

Chapter 1: Howl in the Night, Silenced

Let me tell you a tale of the village that was once terrorized by wolves.
They would attack every night, killing the people, their livelyhood, and anything else they could
get their teeth on. Every night the wolves terrorized the people.

One morning, one brave villager decided enough was enough. They would gather others who dared
to defy the wolves, together they would form a group of people who finish off these terrors once
and for all. Together, ten of them stood together. The first night, their first victim of the
group was taken. As they awoke the next morning, their leader called a meeting,
attendance was required. As they gathered, one was missing. The rushed to the house of
the missing to discover that she was dead. Their priest, killed, her tattered body laid in a
pool of blood. As the talk continued about who could have done such a thing, rumors and
accusations began. Slowly they argued amoung each other until their leader forced them to vote.


As they voted, the firing squad began to gather. Shortly, they had come to a decision.
Their choice was fired upon by the firing squad, killing that member of the group, but was an
unfortunite regular villager. The grief of some of the others showed as tears fell. Others felt
the grief as well, but did not show. Some did not show any grief, namely the firing squad who
just did their job. They were all saddened, but life continued. Night fell as as the people
retreated to their homes. That night something strikes again.

Morning comes as the smell of blood is present in the air. Everyone follows the smell to a house.
Inside the door lays broken next to a pool of blood. On the bed lays the body of another regular
villager. In his hands lays a empty bottle, but he is still breathing, but just barely. No one
dies that night. Yet arguement breaks out, who would try to kill one of their own. Judging from
the marks left, it was one of the wolves. As arguements intensified, the village leader stood and
announced that another vote would take place. At the end of the vote, the firing squad returned.
They were prepared to fire upon another innocent villager,not the one who was recovering. As the
bullets fly, a divine wind blew straying the bullets and hitting another villager. The ghost of
the priest had blessed the accussed, and had cursed another, although innocent. He laid there
dying as the firing squad left. They were not there for more then one person a day. With the life
of another innocent one dead grief floated over the village again as the people cried for their
fallen. Those who didn't were seemed heartless, but again ttey were only doing their job.
Night fell onto the grieving village as the people went to sleep that night. That night, not
too much happened, but the howl of the wolves could be heard.

As morning rose again, horror fell upon the town as the smell of blood was present once again.
They followed it to a house, where a villager laid slain, next to him a letter.
It wrote,"This is what I believe to be justice. I stand by it, but I will not allow someone else
to take my life. So I will leave this world on my own." The writer, the blessed villager,
would later be found at the bottom of a cliff by the village. Yet that was not all. Blood was
spilled elsewhere, the body of another innocent villiager laid dead, shreaed by claws and fangs of
the wolf. Yet there was more death upon the rising sun. The alchemist had played his evil death
potion, killing the village leader on a hunch. The leader, as she slowly died from that poison,
with her bow in hand, shot an arrow into the night. Her arrow flew through the night, piercing
the chest of another in the village.As she fell to the poison, she smiled, feeling as if she had
hit a target worth hitting. The target the leaders arrow had hit was a girl, but she revealed
herself as she died where she was hit. Her blood spilled as her half wolf form showed itself.
The villagers, or those who were left, had to decided. They knew that there were two wolves,
and now one of them was dead. That left three of them. They argued and yelled and disagreed, but
in the end, only one vote would decided who would live and who would die. That vote belonged to
the villager who was saved earlier with that strange liquad in the bottle. One argued,"Your only
here because of me". The other argued,"He could be lying" to the recovering villager, who came
back with "So could you."

Yet ultimately, he decided. With the votes two to one, the firing squad prepared and took aim. As
they aimed, the one accussed revealed his true self, but only to be meet with a barrage of bullet
fire. The last wolf fell by the firing squad, including the alchemist. With that the village comes
to settle peace. This uneasy peace where they would rebuild in hopes to be rid of this terror once
and for all. They would live with this uneasy peace, and hope for the best.

This is their tale, this is what happened. The End... For Now.