Gather round the campfire my dears, listen to Tachi's stories of wonder and fright! Take heed these are not stories for the light of heart, nor for those who close their minds to the world around them. Our story begins in a sleepy town nestled in a quite cove on the rocky shores of the coast......
In the town of Nightengale, a small boy by the name of John and his family made a living off raising sheep. Their sheep were the finest ever raised, and brought much prosparity to the town. But as of late, his oldest brother Kenith fell deathly ill. It was up to little John to protect the sheep, his older brother's job. So, that night he took his brother's rifle and took to his staion on the hill. The moon was high, and the warm breeze drifted from the sea. The grass was just so soft and inviting to John, that he laid down and quickly fell into a deep slumber. When he awoke the next day, He noticed many of the sheep torn asunder, their lovely fleece was tainted with dark stains of matted blood and gore. John screamed in horror and ran to his Brother, still sick and trembaling. "Brother Brother! You must help me please! The sheep are dead! They were ripped apart by a beast! What am I to do?" John's Brother looked at him with feverish eyes, gaining the strength need ed to speak slowly. "Take the bodies into the forest dear Brother, let the wolves have their feast tonight." John nodded, taking heed of his eldest brother's advice. Soon the bodies were thrown into the forest, where the yellow eyes roamed. It was night time before John was back, the warm breeze yet angain invited him to slumber in the soft grasses of the pasture. So, John yet again fell deep asleep. The next morning, John awoke with a start. "Momma and Papa will be awake soon! I must tell them of this sad night!" John ran back to his house at full flight, running up the stairs to his parents room. But blood was creeping out from under the door. Little John slowly put his hand on the slick knob, pulling his hand back just long enough to see the crimson stain on his palm. "Momma? Papa?" He called their names in fear, swinging the door open wide to find their bodies torn apart and their blood splattered ruthlessly across the walls. Pure shock drove lil John to his Brother's side, his condition even worse than before. "Brother Brother! Momma and Papa are torn apart by a beast! What am I to do?" His borther took his time to gather the strength he needed to reply to his borther, his eyes a sickaly yellow and his brow slick with sweat. "Take their bodies to the forest, let the wolves have their feast tonight." That night, lil John took his parent's bloodied corpses into the forest, leaving them where the yellow eyes roamed. Again, the breeze was just so good, and the grass so soft on his weary little body, that lil John just couldn't help but fall asleep. But soon he awoke to the sound of harsh growling. With a start, lil John ran away in terror from the yellow eyes, their gaze always hungry. He ran into the house and all the way into his brother's Darkened room. "Brother Brother! The beasts wish to tear me apart! What am I to do?" For a long moment he could not hear or see his brother in the darkness. But then a whisper creeped from the darkness. "Go to the forest. Let the wolves have their feast tonight." lil John scremed as his brother opened his bright yellow eyes with a low growl.....
This is the end of our tale my dears, till the next time we meet. I hope to see you there.
