The Biography of Michael the Werewolf
Chapter One
Being Born a runt in his family at 14 inches long, many of his tribe wanted to destroy him because he was so weak, his mother always held him close to her and would never let her baby go outside to play with the other wolflings, being cooped up isn’t fun, he would at times watch the other children play, without him. He was so sad and lonely and had not a friend in the world. As he grew older he became very violent and would beat his mother. His older brothers and sisters would tease him and would never listen to what he had to say. As he grew his temper became worse and worse, until finally he couldn’t contain himself and he murdered his mother. The people of his tribe feared him much, even though he was so small, he was deadly as a poison dagger. He was born with many strange powers that he couldn’t control, when he got angry his eyes would glow red, and whom ever he looked at was either blown to bits or paralyzed with fear, his strange powers only made his reputation worse. The people of his tribe locked him up for eight years, only feeding him scraps of their dinner. Until at the age of ten, they let him out of his cage because he had cooled off. But his sadness still grieved him, he hated it how the other boys would call him terrible names, that which I will not say. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go where people would respect him, but to him that place never existed. His father, who was deeply ashamed of him, disowned him and he was never again allowed to see his brothers or sisters again. His sister Arlia, became his best friend, but even still she was very harsh to him, she hated him for killing their mother, yet she kept it to himself. One day Michael saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a gentle look, an angelic face, orange hair with some dark reds in it, large black eyes, pointed ears and a tail. She was a Changeling, and he fell in love at first sight. She was so beautiful to him, he felt as though it would be a sin to speak to her. She approached him one day as he was sitting on the branch of a tree, she saw the sad look in his eyes, and she called to him “Young Were-boy! Come talk to thee! I be Pheo of the fire changelings!”
“Ah young Pheo, I am not worthy to talk to thee, I am a disgrace to this tribe, I am dangerous and shouldn’t be talked to.” He said with sadness
“Oh you cant be that bad! I’m a big girl, lets see whatcha got!” she giggled
with a long sigh he jumped down from a tree, realizing she was taller than him he turned his back to her “I don’t like girls.” He said with tear rolling down his cheek.
“You know, you’re very short for a werewolf boy.” She said
he growled at her and said, “Shut up!” his eyes began to flash red but he didn’t look at her
“Are you crying?” she said softly and caringly
“No! Why would you care, you no nothing of me” he paused and then spoke “I told you that it is best to get away from me, if the other were-folk saw me talking to you they might kill you.”
“They don’t worry me young one.” She added, “ So come now, let me see you’re face boy” he turned around and she gasped “Oh your so scary! Oh no!” and then she laughed, he once again began to cry. “Oh, I am sorry.” She approached him and wrapped her arms around him “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He pushed her away and yelled, “I am not crying you fire wench!” she sadly turned around and began to choke on tears. “I don’t need comfort from you! I can handle myself!” he yelled. She began to cry a little louder, he turned around, and stuttered “I…I have never heard anyone cry before…especially because it was something I said…It is beautiful…and somewhat glorious…but not for you.” He turned to her and embraced her.
After many weeks Pheo and Michael became very close, but their meetings had to be kept a secret, but one day, all hell broke loose. Lisha his brother heard them talking and he also saw them kiss and hold one another. This was Lisha’s chance! He could finally avenge the death of his mother. Lisha went to his father and told him of what he saw. His father also saw this as the perfect chance. His father (whose name was Arabae) told the leader of the tribe of his son Lisha’s story. The Leader of the tribe was outraged that a guest at his tribe was in love with Michael. That night, Arabae told Michael that the tribe was going to forgive him and let him rejoin and Arabae promised that he would become his son again. He sat at the diner table at the right hand of the leader (which was a great honor) and next to his father. The Leader of the tribe said that it was Michael that found our feast tonight, Michael wasn’t sure what they meant by that but he went along with it. They told him he could serve himself first. He smiled happily. They took the blood stained blanket off the meat and he opened his eyes. His hands began to shake as he looked down upon the meat; there was something not right about it. He looked at it closer and realized what it was. It was Pheo, his beautiful changeling lover. He levitated into the air and his eyes grew bright red, redder than they had ever been. Everyone was to scared to move, his fangs glimmered in the moonlight and he lifted his hands and screamed and tears streamed down his face, the whole table blew up has his scream echoed through the forest. A wave of fire consumed the village, and yet he noticed that he was no longer just wearing his pants, he was adorned with magical spikes. He went after everyone and killed his whole tribe, except his sister Arlia. He left the tribe with blood of his people that betrayed and lied to him, and felt victorious
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