A/N: I did this in English class and I actually got an A and I'm pretty proud of myself. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this small folktale that I wrote.

Reviews are always welcomed!!

-XxLittleSallyxX

Once upon a time there lived a magnificent wolf named Tarkon. Tarkon was the fairest of them all. He had a luscious black fur coat, he had the most beautiful dandelion yellow eyes ever known to wolf-kind. He also had everything he ever wanted. He had the best cave and all the females adored him, the Alpha of his pack praised him for he was also a great warrior, but he never felt happy even if he had everything a wolf could ever want. One day Tarkon was taking a walk to the forest and smelled something unfamiliar. It was a weird smell that didn't smell like his own kind or any other creature that he was familiar with. As he went deeper into the forest, he saw a little house. The house looked dark and suspicious. I wiser wolf would have just turned around and walked away, but Tarkon was curious, he wanted to know what strange creature was living in the house. He sniffed the door and tried to open it with his paws.

Inside the house was a little old woman, she was short and had ghostly white hair and she was known for being a witch. Tarkon scratched the door, and the old woman heard this scratching noise coming from her door, so she opened the door. When she saw her visitor, she knew that the time was right to let the grand wolf in because she had something in store for the wolf and she has been working on this specific potion for quite sometime. Tarkon was shocked, for he had never seen a Two-Legged before and it was quite new to him, but he remembered what the Alpha had told him once before when he was just a warrior in training. The Alpha said that wolves were supposed to stay away from the Two-Legged because they were evil and they turn wolves into a Two-Legged. They also have this long metal looking thing and it makes this noise that it feels like a tree had collapsed and it can kill you. The Two-Legged are also very hideous. They have no fur, they are naked and pink, they have no claws to defend themselves or large teeth to tear their enemy apart. They have these strange looking paws, yet in a way they are not paws, they are what the Two-Legged called hands, and they use them to pick up things or to hold something. Tarkon knew that he had to leave immediately, but the old lady invited him in. Tarkon was thinking that it would be very rude to leave a polite invitation, so he went inside the house.

The old woman smiled showing her pink gums and she chuckled quietly. Tarkon shivered at the gross smile and backed away a couple of steps, he had never thought that a Two-Legged smile could be so ugly. His instinct was telling him to get out of the suspicious house, but his mind was telling him to stay a bit longer and to see what a Two-Legged actually does when they are not killing his kind or any others. The old woman began to sit at her desk and began to grab a bundle of beakers. She poured some purple liquid into the beaker, and the bottle began to smoke. The old witch began to sing in her own language for she was delighted that her visitor came at the right time. She poured some more liquids into the beaker and soon the whole room was beginning to smoke. Then she put the bottle in a small burner, and let the liquid boil. The old woman looked at Tarkon with an evil smile. Now Tarkon was getting the feeling that he should really leave this place and let the old woman to her business. He saw that the door was open, and he slowly backed away from the Two-Legged. The old woman lifted her hand and then the door closed by itself and locked itself. Tarkon was getting nervous and he felt this anxiety over his shoulders.

“How foolish I was...” thought Tarkon “why did I have to be so stupid?”

The old woman saw his expression and she cackled. Her laughter made Tarkon cringe, he also never knew how awful a Two-Legged laugh can be.

“I'm so sorry my dear, you cannot leave. I have unfinished business to do, and you shall be my experiment. The frightening old legend of the first wolf that has been captured by a Human, was turned into a Human and could never see his beloved pack ever again. I have heard that legend many times before, and I know that you have as well because you have heard this legend since you were a cub.” she said in her raspy voice. Tarkon growled at her, warning her to stay away from him.

“If I'm the greatest warrior in my pack, why must I be afraid of this old Two-Legged?” thought Tarkon. The old woman cackled because Tarkon was acting so brave around her, when she knew that she would fear her later on.

“Ha ha ha ha, you foolish young wolf, do you not know that I am the most feared witch of all the Earth? You should bow before me and fear me!” she yelled. She grabbed her potion that was ready for her experiment. Tarkon was in the perfect position for an attack, but just as he was about to leap and tear her to shreds, she threw the potion at the young wolf. The liquid landed on his beautiful fur coat. Tarkon howled in pain because the liquid was burning his fur. He whimpered and cried and growled at the pain. His mind was going blank, and his sight was not as sharp as it used to be. He panicked even more, he felt his fur disintegrating, he also felt his tail going away. He ran around in circles and bumped his head into the wall. He was panting heavily, and he felt his paws turning bigger, and he felt his claws going away. His paws turned into hands! Tarkon's forelegs and hind legs began to grow long and the fur began to shrink into thin hair. His big white teeth began to shrink, and he no longer had his large sharp teeth. He felt the pressure of his muscles shrinking and his whole entire body began to have a spasm. He howled in pain, but soon that howl turned into a scream. The young wolf was no longer a Four-Legged... he was now his worst enemy, he had become a Two-Legged. When his transformation was complete, he was covered in sweat. He began to shiver and his brand new teeth began to chatter. The old woman began to shout for joy. She laughed her disgusting laugh, and began to dance around.

“It worked! It really worked! Ha ha ha! I have finally created a Human! The legend was true...” she cackled. Tarkon was in a daze, he didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that he was freezing. When he was starting to get into some sense, he realized where he was. He was still in the old woman's house. He was so in shock that he had almost forgotten where he was. As Tarkon tried to get up, he realized that he didn't have fur! He was bald and pink all over. He looked at his paws, which were now hands. He observed them and found that he had no claws, his claws were now fingernails. He observed his fingers and he saw a smaller finger on his hand. He remembered that the Alpha had heard the Two-Legged call the small finger a thumb. He moved the thumb and he cringed, he didn't like the feel of it. It was just unnatural for him. He tried to stand up, but he fell on the floor. He looked at his brand new hind legs, which were now human legs. Tarkon looked at his feet and wiggled his toes, he was frightened and disgusted. He looked all around and realized his sight wasn't as good as before, it wasn't clean and sharp. He tried to listen to his surroundings, and he couldn't hear as well either, all he could hear was the old witch's laugh. Tarkon sniffed the air, but all he could smell was burnt fur. He touched his head and felt some hair. It wasn't soft and fluffy like his fur, it was straight and thin. As the old woman finished her moment of joy, she looked at the young wolf, who was now a young man. She grabbed her tunic and covered the shivering young Tarkon.

Tarkon just couldn't believe it. He just had to be so curious and foolish.

“Now young wolf, you see why I am so feared? I can do anything I want. Since I am old and decrypted, I need some help around here. Since you are young and full of life, you can be my apprentice.” she said. Tarkon looked at her with rage and pure hatred. He tried to say something to her, but it came out something different. He was speaking his language, but it turned out to be the Two-Legged language. If we had hears Tarkon trying to speak to us, it would sound like a mad man in an asylum.

“Do not worry, I shall teach you how to speak human. Now get up!” she said in a gruff voice. Tarkon tried to get up, but his new body wasn't use to standing on two legs, as he got up it felt like the whole world started to spin and the weight on his legs made him loose his balance. He fell on his bottom, but Tarkon got up again and again and again. After a couple of more tries he soon started to stand by himself.

Almost a year had passed, and he learned how to walk, write, and speak the Two-Legged language. Tarkon was not happy, he had to do ugly chores, and he had to learn the Forbidden Arts that his pack has told him to never learn, but his life depended on learning the Forbidden Arts because Tarkon had a plan to turn himself back into a wolf, but he knew that was going to take some time. Every night he hears his pack howling for him, he wish he could howl back to them, but for some odd reason he just couldn't do it. One day, the old witch ordered him to go and fetch her some firewood, he obeyed and went out into the cold winter morning to grab more firewood for the old hag. As he grabbed some firewood in the forest, he spotted an old friend of his. Tarkon knew who she was, and he never did tell her how he really felt about her. The feminine white wolf, stared at him and barked out into the distance. Then another wolf came to greet her. He nuzzled her head softly and looked at Tarkon with disgust. Tarkon cringed and saw that she had already mated with him. He held his tears and began to walk back.

When Tarkon was finished on grabbing some firewood, he went to his small room. He opened his journal and began to write.

“Today I have seen my old friend Baskra. She was as beautiful as ever. Her shining white coat was healthy and I knew that she was taken care of. But... the sad thing is she already mated with another wolf and that wolf was my best friend. He looked at me with disgust and that really hurt my feelings. I know I can never ever see her again, but I really wish that I could go back in time, and start things all over, to where it began that I saw this wretched house. I wish I wasn't so curious. The old saying 'Curiosity killed the cat' is true, except now curiosity has killed the wolf... emotionally and physically.” He finished writing in his journal and closed the beat up book. He heard his pack howling into the cold winter night. He opened his window and heard his pack howling their sweet sound. Tears started to pour down his face, not just because of his pack, but because of his foolish curiosity.

A/N: Thanks for reading it and please review so I can get some feed back on how I did. ^__^ I don't mind criticism and I hoped you enjoyed my folktale! Reviews are welcomed!!

-XxLittleSallyxX