Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Side of the Moon ❯ Death at the Hands of the Darkness ( Chapter 1 )

The night air was frigid as Fayt stepped out of her front door. She walked through the unwavering silence, and toward the lake.

 

Village elders had often warned her not to go to that kind of place at this time of the moon cycle. It is not safe to go to the Lake of Darkness during a full moon, they would say, there might be werewolves there. But they had no reason to tell her what to do. She wasn't even born in that village. One of the elders had found her one night near the lake during the full moon. That was nearly thirteen years ago. Besides, she was going there to talk to him.

 

He was the only reason for her to stay in the village of Shinnale. He was the guy that she had always dreamed of. He was always on her mind.

 

Fayt was almost there now. She stopped in front of the small wood that separated the lake from the village that she lived in. A cold wind blew, and rustled the branches of the trees overhead, as well as send her hair whipping across her face.

 

She closed her eyes and stepped through the first few trees. Fallen leaves and twigs crackled and popped as she walked over them, sending a dull echo through the whole forest.

 

The lake was in sight. The moonlight shone upon it, making it sparkle and shimmer. He sat, waiting patiently, on a large rock. The eerie wind blew again, and a wolf howled in the distance. And he looked up at her. His pale blue eyes met her dark brown ones. They stood, staring into each other's eyes, as if trying to figure out if the other were really there.

 

Fayt ran toward her love and grabbed him in a deep, crushing embrace. The wolf howled again, but only closer this time.

 

“I missed you.” Fayt said softly in his ear.

 

Another howl was heard. Then the rhythmic pounding of feet.

 

“I missed you, too, Fayt.” He replied.

 

The wolf pack broke the edge of the forest, and emerged into the clearing. Their eyes shone red, and some bared teeth that were dripping with blood. As the wolves drew closer, Fayt looked at them. They looked too big to be wolves.

 

“Fayt! Run! Run away!” But there was nowhere to run. The wolves had surrounded them.

 

The wolves bounded forward and attacked. Fayt ran away as soon as she heard the ripping of human flesh. She ran as hard as she could toward the village, but stopped at the edge of the forest. She looked back. There were pools of blood surrounding the limp body of her beloved. Or what was left of it. The wolves were fighting over torn limbs, adding to the bloodshed.

 

Her eyes teared up, and she turned around to run back to the village. But a particularly large wolf met her as she turned around. The elders were right. Werewolves ruled the forest and the lake during the full moon.