QUEST FOR SAOIRSE: The Child of the Prophecy (Wattpad Edition)

The first light of morning cracked through the drapes unto Mieli’s raven like fur giving him cause to rise.  As he stretched he saw Musta was already up watching Christine with his head perched on her bed, but a few inches from her body.  She looked like an angel smiling in her sleep as she turned over giving him the sweet feeling of tenderness he tried so hard to shut out.  The feeling was so unnerving to him that he took his head off the bed and barked at her so loudly it nearly scared the life out of Christine.  It upset Mieli who for a moment believed the death of their dear Lempi might bring forth some warmth from Musta’s heart; but, everyone grieves differently and in truth there is no right or wrong way to cope with great loss so long as the one coping manages to survive.   All that remains common in the grieving process is the unbearable need to carry on. 

“Musta, you’re going to kill her from fright.” Mieli said when he realized Christine was hiding under the sheets disoriented.  She may very well have thought they were part of an elaborate dream she was having and the barking howl of an 800 pound wolf is no way to be welcomed back into the world. 

“Toughen up Child, there’s far worse out there than the howling moans of black wolves.”  He said leaving the room without so much as a hint of remorse. 

Mieli watched Christine trembling under the sheets and put his head near her and breathed on her licking through the sheets as though to comfort her.  She wouldn’t show herself so he gently tugged the sheets off with his teeth and she pulled them back up. 

“You’ve got to get up some time.”  Mieli said with his mouth full of sheets. 

“I don’t want to!  If I stay asleep this is just a dream.”  Christine shouted as she pulled the sheets over her head in vein being no match for Mieli who merely played along in tug of war. 

“Well you can’t be dreaming if you’re drawn to that kind of thinking so you may as well get out of bed.”  He said laughing in spite of his commitment not to mock her. 

“Go away!”  The suburban brat in her commanded. 

Mieli tugged the sheets right off her and leapt onto the bed trying to nuzzle his way past her arms that covered her face as her feet were pressed up against his stomach as though she stood a chance at all against him.  He laughed while slobbering her face which was far too much to deal with this early in the morning, even for an animal lover.  It’s one thing for a small pet to hop on your bed and wake you up with kisses but when a giant wolf tries it out there’s something quite unsettling about the entire debacle. 

“Stop, I’ll get up!  Stop slobbering me!”  Christine protested as he hopped off the bed stretching out his back and legs when touching ground. 

“Get cleaned up Christine.”  He said walking out the door. 

Christine hopped off the bed and rushed after him hanging by the doorway.  “How will I find you guys, this place is so big?”  She hollered.  

“Follow the smell of breakfast sausage and you’ll find us.”  He said as he picked up the pace.  

Christine laughed as she turned and adjacent to her room in a doorway her eyes were met by dark yellow eyes like those of a demon’s belonging to a man shaped exactly like how demons are depicted in most legend and folklore.  He had slicked black hair, blood red skin, with pointy ears and jagged features all over his face particularly in the eye brow, cheekbone, and chin regions, accompanied by a long pointed tail that swayed like a cobra ready to attack.  He stood there bare chest and barefoot with his hands in the pockets of his worn out brown slacks looking at her inquisitively.  He was repulsively attractive as his body was firm and toned yet the nature of his blood red skin and yellow eyes were frightening.  Christine quickly looked away realizing she’d been staring too long. 

“I’m sorry.”  She muttered closing her door.  

“What for exactly?”  Asked the sweet sounding devil while lighting a pipe he pulled from his pocket. 

Christine was so used to using the word sorry to get out of uneasy situations that she never even considered what she might mean by it.  “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”  She said looking towards the ground.