yes this is a continuance of the story i am writing please read part one first. this is going to be a long one since i just typed alot of it out yesterday. hope you have time to read it. and if you are bored i hope this helps you out!
in the begining
part 2:
I will never forget the events that followed that night. I was to afraid to
speak or move until I heard a firmiliar voice calling me from the shadows.
My fear turned to shock as she spoke.
"Everything is ok" she said as she stepped into the light. " I should have told
you sooner."
As her words rang in my head there was only one thing I could say to her.
"But why....... Mom? Why has this happened to me?"
As the night went on she began to explain it all.
"We were born this way. This is our real family. As the years passed the
generations came and went. Our blood line has become thin. There are
very few of us left. There was a time when our kind was hunted and killed
for sprot. We are what is left." There seemed a saddness in her eyes as she
spoke. "Later" she said " you will learn how to contorl your changes and
have them at will. But this takes alot of disipline. For some it takes years
others never learn at all. That is why I would like to send you to a camp far
away from here. There you will learn our ways. We have what is called a
shamin a man of great importance to us, he will teach you all you need to
know. All of this is up to you weather you would like to go or not."
I just stood in amazement. I did not know what to do next. It was almost as
if someone else was standing in my foot steps. I did not want to believe this
was happening to me. For the time being I decided to stay home with "my
family" as i knew it. I sank deeply into denial until it seemed only to be a
dream. I never spoke to my mom much after that. And i never brought it up
to dad. I did not know what he would think about it, or if he even knew.
The changes I did not speak of. To any one! Ever! As the time has gone by
I learned to deal with my changes. I learned to control them and change at
will. I felt that i did not need any one to tell me how I should live my life
what I needed to do to survive. I could learn it all on my own. I thought I
had proven that. One day months after the night it had happened, I was
practacing my changes in my room late at night when my mom walked in.
Quickly i chaned back to normal thinking she would not see but I was too
late. The happy look on her face told me that before she was able to say ne
thing.
"Oh my! What a long way you have come in such a short period of time. I
really wish you would reconsider going to the camp at least for a little
while." she said smiling from ear to ear.
"What can they teach me there that I can not learn here?" I asked.
"There is more to our kind than just changing don't you know? you can
learn sooo much more. Over the years we have learned to change into
other animals even mythic ones. We have learned to read minds and even
do a little magick! There is so much you can learn. And I cant teach it all to
you."
"Why not?" I said.
She just giggled a little and said "Because I dont know it all myself."
With this on my mind I stayed another month with my family. I finished my
high school work and was thinking about collage. Something kept telling me
that I should learn more about myself though. A little soul searching would
not hurt ne thing. I walked into the kitchen where my mom was cooking
breakfast one morning and said that I was going. She was so happy I
decided to go. She told me that once a year they ship yearlings off to camp
and lucky for me that was comming in a week. I did not know what to
expect. I just kept thinking of it as camp. Maybe like a summer camp thing.
I was starting to become realy excited. I liked camp. Hanging out with new
friends, swimming, campfire stories and soo much more. I packed
everything I could into my suit case. I even brought my back pack for
hikeing! I thought I was prepared for what was going to happen next.
Boy was I wrong!
I woke up early the day I had to leave for camp. I had become so excited I
could hardly sleep. I went down stairs and my mom was already cooking
breakfast.
"Could'nt sleep?" I said.
"No. I am so happy for you" she replied.
"When does the bus get here?" I asked.
"In about an hour or so. You know not everyone gets this oppertunity." She
said.
"What do you mean? I thought that everyone got to go?"
"Well you see there are a few different blood lines. Only the more pure of
the blood lines have the knowlege and understanding of such things. I am
sure that some of them have tried to learn our ways but i have not heard of
anyone succeeding." She said as she explained we came from the more
pure of the blood lines.
"What do you mean by different types? How many are there?" I asked.
"Well there used to be hundreds of different tribes. Some went into hidding
long ago. Others became extienct because of hunters. No one knows hoe
many are really left. Only that the numbers are few. Each of the different
tribes used to have a special tallant. Most of us now have joined forces
and learned from eachother. That is why there is so much to learn now. "
she replied.
What she said seemed to ring in my head. "Hundreds. Hundreds of
different tribes. I wonder what happened to all of them. What about all the
knowlage and tallants that were lost?" I thought to my self. This had stayed
on my mind while the bus drove up. It looked more like an old
church van. One of the long ones.... with alot of empty seats.
"Hey!" Said the bus driver. "My name is Greg. But everyone calls
me Tracker. Your the first on my list to pick up."
"Hi. My name is Trisha. Everyone calls me Trish." I replied.
"Well I hope your up for a hike." Tracker said while laughing a little.
"A hike?" I said. "Sure. I used to go camping alot when I was younger. I
am used to it."
"It's a little more than a normal camping hike. Once we get up to the
mountains we have to leave the van and walk the rest of the way. That way
no one will know where our camp is." he said.
I waved good bye to my mom and dad and we were off.
I was begining to feel a little awkward from the long silence. Finally he
spoke again.
"I think you may know the next on my list. He used to go to your school.
His name is John." Tracker said.
"John?" I said. "Really? If it's the same one I am thinking about that would
be so cool. We used to be be good friends until he moved away. So how
many people do we have to pick up?"
"About 5 this year. there have not been as many people going as there used
to be." He replied.
I hope it is my old friend. I was getting a little worried that there would not
be anyone there that I know. I thought to my self.
"There may be a few other people you know there." said Tracker."You
never know. I know some of them have heard about you."
"Me?" I said. " Why would they know about me?"
"Well you see its not often that someone gets their first change before they
are 18 years old. Not to mention teaching yourself how to change at will!
Most never learn how to do that until they are alot older or never at all."
"How did you know about that? I have not told any one." I said.
"Your mom. She and I were old friends. She called me and asked if I still
ran the bus to camp and told me about you. I had not heard from her in a
very long time before you were born. She wanted me to keep an eye on
you so I thought I would make you the first on my list to pick up. To get
better aquainted. So what else do you know how to do already?"
"Well...." I paused for a moment to think. "I don't know. Nothing I guess.
Well .... I mean.... I have not tried to do anything. What else is there?"
"Alot." He said. "Alot."
Silence took over the conversation once again. It left me with time to think
of all the possibilities that there may be. Everything that I was tought about
as a child had almost been shattered. What else might there be? Now
knowing that there is magick and that warewolves were real and that i was
one of them. My mind ran wild. Before I knew it we had stopped.
"Here we are! Our next stop." Said Tracker.
I got up from my seat to look out the window and there he was my old
friend John. I was shocked. I could not believe it was him. That he was a
werewolf too. Heck I still could not believe that I was one yet.
"Hey Trish!" John yelled. "How's it going? Sorry I did not write more. As
you can tell alot has been going on. I did not know how or what to tell any
one. I am so glad to see you though. I was not sure if I would know any
one here." He said while getting on the bus.
"Me too. I am so glad to see you again. Despite the circumstances. So do
you know what this whole camp thing is about?" Said Trish.
"Well my dad was telling me a little about it. He said it is suposed to be
more like school actually." Said John.
"He's right." Said Tracker. "It is more like a school than a camp."
"Yeah. My dad said we get a few teachers that will teach us about
changing, simple magick spells, different plants and what they are used for,
and about the old ways." Said John.
"The old ways?" Asked Trish.
"My dad said its about how they used to live before the war came about."
Said John.
"War?" Said Trish.
"Suposedly there was a war between the ware wolves and the humans.
Well dad said ware wolves and the others. I guess he ment humans. I mean
what else could there be right?" John kinda laughed a little almost scared
after that. Wondering himself what else there may be out there.
"Well that is the same thing I have been asking myself here recently. I never
would have imagined taht ware wolves existed in my life. Let alone being
one of them. And now knowing that there is a such thing as magick as
well... god knows what else there could be." Trish said.
We talked for a whlie while while more people got on. We did not pay
them much attenetion. We were too busy catching up on what had been
going on the past few years and how some of our old friends were doing.
The sun was going down as we started up the base of the mountains. We
had been driving for hours and there was already 3 other kids on the bus.
They seemed to be about Johns age all around 19 or 20. One seemed to
be about 23. John called him a late bloomer. Me I was only 16 and had
already had my first change. The road started to get a bit bumpy and the
woods thick. When all the sudden Tracker pulls the bus over in the middle
of nowhere.
"Everybody out!" Tracker said. "We walk from here."
As we all got off the bus we realized a few things. One we all brought way
to much stuff. Two we did not know how far we had to drag it in the dark.
Everyone was kinda grumbling and complaining about it until.....
"Oh my god!" Carmella lets out a scream.
"What? What is it?" Tracker said.
"There is something over there. In the bushes! Over there!" She said.
"Oh." Tracker began to laugh. "That is Ben. He is here to take the van back
to town."
"But if he takes the van how will we get back?" Carmella asked.
"You guys are going to be here a while. Everything you may need is already
at the camp." Said Ben.
"That's right" Said Tracker. "We better get going or we will be late."
"Late? for what?" Trish said.
"They are having a welcoming party for the new kids. You will be getting
your schedules and meeting the teachers as well. It's kinda like a high
school orientation. But they make a big deal about it." Said Tracker.
We just picked up our stuff and started up a small trail tward the mountain
top. The trail was so small and unnoticable that I think a normal human
would not even be able to find it. They had taken alot of precautions in
keeping this place hidden. I wonder if it is because of the hunters? Are they
still being hunted? Or maybe it is becaue of the war? Or the others? I had
so many questions that I wanted answers for. Still I did not know if I would
get any of them answered or have the currage to ask them.
