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Analia's peculiar wolf

Analia's peculiar wolf

 Fantasy
5.0
Blurb Analia De'Nille was a very peculiar child right from birth. She was given birth to on a still night. Even after just coming into the world, the baby did not let out a single cry. She blinked and opened her eyes, and the midwife saw shocking grey eyes that resembled a storm for a newborn to have. The baby looked up at the woman with too clear eyes, sighed, and went back to sleep content. It did not seem like this child was going to live a normal life. Everything about her was far from normal. On her first birthday, she spoke her first words, to the shock of her parents.   "war"   She continued to play with her presents even as she kept repeating the word that strikes fear into most. Her mom, the ever-worrying parent, carried her and tried to coax the child into explaining. In her fear and shock, she completely forgot that it was not normal for a child at that age to say words, much less full sentences. Her parents tried to understand the enigma their daughter was, but to no avail. Six months before her second birthday, she got up from the blocks of toys she had arranged as armies on the floor of her nursery and moved to pick up the block at the other end of the room. No one was there to see her do what should have been impossible at that age, but on her second birthday, she walked again to a cup of punch that was on the table right beside the big happy second birthday cake. Her parents, shocked again by another impossible feat but not all that surprised, began to try to explain what happened to the guest. The excuse was that she was just a very fast developer. That seemed to ease their minds, but her parents were still concerned.   Years later, after several abnormal incidences, her parents finally came to terms with the fact that their painstakingly beautiful daughter, with her deep red hair that looked scarlet in particular light and stormy grey eyes, was not normal. She was special. But they were at a loss for what to do.   When she was 10 years old, she woke up in the night screaming and thrashing on the bed, fighting off whatever she was dreaming about. Her mother rushed to her room in panic, and when she looked at the child, she knew what she had to do.