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As I sat down on the floor, drawing wolves holding swords, maces, bows and arrows, javelins, and slings, and some as a mage, my mind went back to a few things. The drawings were the reminders of the past time. I then shaded in a wolf mage and that was when it reminded me of someone I used to know. The mage had silver eyes. Just like her.

These pictures were only memories on my past events and as I looked at a one eyed smiling wolf warrior with a black patch covering its eye I then could tell my story very clearly now. Since all of its needed characters for the story were right here.

I then finished shading the mage and started to draw another and that was when my thoughts of the pastime began…

Werewolves are not real.

Even though I had seen a boy transform into a wolf right in front of my face I still would say that werewolves are not real.

The boy that I had seen was more of a shapeshifter than a werewolf. Werewolves were the huge foaming mutated bears. Shapeshifters were shapeshifters.

I had seen them before and maybe will again. Aye, maybe again.

I dropped my yo-yo, watching it roll across the room then coming to a complete stop right when it hit one of the chairs legs.

I had seen the shapeshifters and was jealous at first because I couldn’t become like them. Equal and equal.

Never told Ebony. Didn’t want to.

Why not?

Why should I?

Its best that he never knew. I don’t have a mom or dad to tell them and its best that they didn’t know. Not even in death.

I slowly slumped to the ground. Were were they now? The shapeshifters?

Are they still in town?

Maybe they went to Indonesia or someplace like it. How the hell would I know?

They just left.

I was the one that made them go away.

They trusted me.

And I broke it. I shattered it into a million pieces and then I broke those pieces.

And I broke those pieces…and those pieces…

I breathed in deeply and let my breath come out in a heavy sigh. I then closed my eyes.

I broke their trust…

Broke it…

Shattered it…

Crushed it…

I broke those pieces and those pieces and those pieces…

My eyes closed on even tighter. I tried to erase that horrible memory, but it came back at me like a boomerang. I heard a wolf howl. Then shouting. I heard the sounds of angry voices that meant nothing to me. I then heard a shrill yelp…

My eyes snapped opened at once. I didn’t want to go back into the past again. I didn’t want to hear that yelp again either.

I slowly got up. My mind was still racing. I was a helper to Ebony, a jester to my friends, a helper to my neighbors, a cute date to my girlfriends, but to them…

Who am I to them? A scapegoat? A nucience? A play toy?

My fists clenched. No! I am none of those things! I am Daniel! Aye, Daniel!

I am me! I would never hurt-

I unclenched my fists. No. I am wrong. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

" Daniel? What’s wrong?"

" Nothing. I’m just tired."

Ebony, my brother stood next to me, a hand on my shoulder. For a big brother, who in his twenties, he was really nice though he never looked it. His brows would furrow and he would always have those stares that would make you want to turn away. His beautiful green eyes would show kindness one moment and anger the next. His dark brown hair was always combed neatly down. Not a fleck of dandruff shown. Not a single hair was out of place. He looked at me and then I looked at him. My food that he had made for me was sitting on a plate, untouched. He sensed that something was wrong and I could feel it.

" Can I be excused? Please Ebony." I looked pleadingly at him. His tired face turned into a warm smile.

" Sure Daniel. You may be excused. Are you feeling well?"

" No. It’s not that. I’m just tired."

I then got up and walked upstairs. I then went inside my room.

I closed the door behind me and I didn’t turn on any lights and in the darkness I saw my reflection staring back at me through my mirror. For a moment I had thought of the reflection as another boy. Not me.

I then walked over to the mirror. The short black haired boy with his bangs covering his forehead and in his eyes. His silver blue eyes that shone like ice in the darkness had done the same. I reached out a hand and he did the same. I then pressed my fingers onto the mirror. His fingers were cold and hard. I could feel them. I then pressed my forehead on the mirror. The boy was doing the same. I could also feel the coldness of the boy’s head as well. Why did the boy feel so cold? Was it because he lived in a place that was cold or that his mind was set on cold feelings? Maybe if he didn’t have that problem he wouldn’t feel so cold. But what if it was too late for him? Maybe it was and maybe it was late for me too.

I then lifted my head and walked away from the mirror. I then slumped on my bed. I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes or anything else. I wasn’t sleepy. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t even scared. I felt mad and a sense of hatred as well. My eyes were staring at the closed closet. My mind went in to where I had seen the shapeshifters. To where I had failed them. I had failed them. Those words were an echo in my mind and will always remain an echo. To remind myself on how I’ve failed them. I had told someone about them. Even though I knew that I was forbidden to tell anyone. I had told and now they know that they exist.

And the people that I told were one of my friends. They decided to gang up and to find them. To wipe them all out.

I had led them to them. They killed one and after that I realized the things that I did. And after that they hated me. My friends and them! I was the traitor. My friends had used me to get to them. I had made them run away and now I think that I’ll never see them again. And the last thing that one of them said to me was a word that still haunted me. One of them sneered the word " Traitor "

I closed my eyes very slowly. Still thinking of that one word.

It felt as though someone was talking to me. As if my mind was the talker.

" Stoppit!" I whispered sharply. " Let me sleep!"

I squeezed my eyelids together. Then I cupped my ears with my hands so I wouldn’t hear the voice that now began to laugh. It was a cold laugh that sent chills down my spine.

" Stop!" I screamed. " Leave me alone! Buzz off, dammit!"

" Daniel!" said a voice. I heard a small click and the whole room were filled in light.

I slowly turned around. I saw my brother in the doorway.

" What in blazes are you screaming about?" he said as he walked over to me.

" Sleeping with your shoes on Daniel? Take them off!"

I did and I then answered Ebony’s first question.

" I had a nightmare. That’s all."

It took a while for Ebony to realize what I was talking about. He smiled and ruffled my hair.

" Is that all? Well the nightmare didn’t sound at all fun when you screamed like that. You know that nightmares don’t scare you Daniel."

" It didn’t." I lied.

" Well then that’s settled. Go on. Hop into bed and if you want to sleep in your clothes then that’s fine with me."

I snuggled into the clean sheets. I didn’t bother to remove my clothes. I watched as Ebony gave me a kiss. The same way my mom used to do to me and he then walked out the door. But before he closed the door he whispered the word " Good night." And left.

And I lay there. I was in my bed, all tucked in. It took me awhile for me to close my eyes. A small breeze entered the room and for a few minuets after the voice came back.

But by then I was already fast asleep.