THE ACCURSED

The quiet and peaceful night is suddenly invaded by agonizing howls.

The full moon shines so well, illuminating the night, that one could see clearly.

Running feet could be heard, and the breaking of dry leaves and little sticks tells that someone or something was quickly and speedy approaching the forest.

Soon the running feet began to die down and the agonizing howls began fading.

The brownish-black wolf, collapsed under one of the broad trees, as its heavy weight hits the trees, some leaves fell from the tree, and the wrapped cloth in its mouth fell off beside it.

Its brown eyes were so weary and exhausted, that its eyes lids began closing, energy and strength slowly and at a steady rate ebbing away from its body.

Slowly, the wolf began to transform into a beautiful but exhausted lady who had tears running down her cheeks, her brown eyes were red and puffy.

She lay there, raised her head, and opened her mouth, agonizing cries escapes from her lips, she cried from the depth of pain that constantly pierce her heart.

She turned her head and looked beside her, she took the cloth she had taken along with her were running away, a silver dagger fell from the cloth, she took a long look at the dagger, tears fell from her eyes.

The wave of cold breeze hit her exposed body, she shivered immediately, she hurriedly wrapped the cloth tight around her body.

Her eyes settled on the silver dagger, she took it and raised it, aiming to stab it right into her heart.

"What the heck do you think you are doing?" A calm voice spoke, the silver dagger fell from her hands, she looked up to see a figure clothed in a long black robe, some distance away from her, she sat up.

The figure came closer and stood beside her, pushing back her hood covering her head to reveal her red hair which stood out as thick as blood.

The distraught female could see the black long shining nails of this younger lady, the younger lady smiled down at her.

"Who are you?" She asked, looking up at the red-haired lady.

"I can help you," The red-haired said as she took out a stick from inside her long robe alongside a fire lighter, she lighted up the stick, and it immediately began to burn, she kept the fire lighter back in her robe.

The distressed female 's brows knotted in confusion.

The red-haired smiled, she bent down with her burning stick in one hand, she held the distressed female 's wrist, she closed her eyes, a smile crept up her face, the older female kept watching in confusion, if this has been a different situation, the older female would have run away but she just can't, she is too weak.

"If you ran away now, you will be miserable forever and your enemies will enjoy their lives to the fullest"

"How do you know what I was thinking?" The older female asked shocked.

"I feel so many pains, hurts, agony, and sorrow in your heart," The red hair said with a big smile on her face, her eyes still closed "I can help you get revenge," She said as she released the older female 's wrist.

"You know nothing about me and…" She paused as a wave of cold breeze hit her, she shivered "You want to help me get revenge?" She asked.

"Oh really!" The red-haired exclaimed, she dug the burning stick into the ground, making it stand straight "He is the only one you have, you loved him yet he was killed right in front of your eyes, your–"

"Stop!!" She yelled as she shut her eyes, trying to get rid of the scene from her mind, but each time she tried, she can't. Tears rolled down her eyes, she felt so much sorrow that even the tears couldn't ease nor measure it.

The red-haired smirked "Then let me help you, I can" She said.

The older female implored her smelling abilities but no matter how she does it, she couldn't get the scent of the young lady that is squatted before her.

The older female looked into the eyes of the young lady trying to get a clue or hint of who she is but she couldn't.

"I don't know why you wet dogs don't believe things easily, you have a better choice standing in front of you but you choose not to use it," She said staring at the older lady with a frown.

"You know I am a wolf?" The older female asked understanding the insult of ' Wet dogs '. She knew instantly that the red-haired squatted before she wasn't a wolf because if she was she wouldn't have used that insult.

The red-haired huffed "Isn't it obvious" She answered, looking at the silver dagger which was on the ground on the other side.

There was silence for a while.