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And so we come to our epic struggle between Mrs. Geldson and the pack. What will happen? Who will win? Read it to find out! O:
Enjoy, Weres, therians and furs!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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The plan begins with a sketching.
Taking a dry piece of wood, I scrape the dirt to make a perfect circle. Then I draw inside to make another circle, inscribing runes within the lines. Then finally, at the center, I inscribe something that looks like that thing—ah, the Triforce! I remember now! Of course, the triangles themselves symbolize stability and strength—and input the three runes for water, metal, and earth within their centers. Metal and water are the elements needed for travelling through time and space and earth for where you wish to be. Inscribing more runes to allow me full control of where I will go, I then drop my stick and bite myself in the wrist, letting a few drops of blood hit the seal.
Acton and the others jump back with a yelp as the magic seal lights up. “Wah! So, this is magic.” Lykaios says quietly, sniffing the ignited air around the rim.
“Yes, this will take us where we want to be.” I say as I finish inscribing the second spell along my furred handpaw with my blood. A seal of Solomon decorated with the runes for chaos, shadow, wood, life, and air. It will become important later when we get there. “All right, everyone in the circle. Hold your handpaws together!”
We all grab each other. Lykaios grabs onto me as she grabs onto Adolph as he grabs onto Farkas as he grabs onto Acton as he grabs onto me. We are all engulfed by the light of the spell, and for a moment we’re floating! Floating in the empty space of nothingness with only my mind to guide us through. Stretching out an invisible finger out I pinpoint where exactly we need to be and then another flash of light. We’re here now, inside Mrs. Geldson’s home.
The seals all around us begin to light up in response, regarding us as intruders. I am prepared, however. The seal on my handpaw reacts in answer as they dissipate into dust. It’s quite interesting when you use a Wiccan’s own magic against her.
“So this is the lair of the Witch.” Lykaios whispers as she sniffs around her old couch. “I smell something sweet! Mm!”
“Where, Lykaios?” Adolph crawls over, licking the couch’s seat cushion, with Farkas trying to crawl between the two for a chance.
“Lykaios! Adolph! Farkas!” I snarl quietly. The three of them turn around back to attention. “We need to focus. Come on, we’ve got to find the room where she’s holding my father.”
“Yes, Sylvia.” They bark in unison, then start to sniff out the room. The three of them are practically useless, but if I keep them busy, maybe they won’t jeopardize our plan.
Acton comes close to me and gestures me over to the basement door while the others are preoccupied. “Sylvia, I hear something from over there.” We trot over to a door by the entrance. I put an ear to the door and hear something very faint. A screaming. My Dad! Hang on, Dad!
“Clarence, stop this! Stop this or I’m gonna call the police!”
I open the door quietly, and then step down the stairs, nails clicking softly on the wood. I can hear Mrs. Geldson humming to herself, a green light glowing from behind the corner. It looks so frightening from here but I press on, Acton close behind me.
“The police will know nothing of this by the time I’m through with you. It will be as if you had never existed. You and that dog of yours.”
Something smells hot in the air, like perspiration and slowly burning skin. “No, you ca—wait, dog? I don’t own a dog.”
“Well, I would say your daughter, but you two are hardly even related anymore.”
“Shut up! Don’t talk about Sylvia like that!”
I peek around the corner, my nose hanging over the wall. My father hangs in mid air over the purification seal, trying to shake free. There was no point in the sacrifice trying to escape. Once the human sacrifice needed for the seal was put in place, trying to get away was impossible. This was one of glamour’s darkest spells, requiring death in order to destroy what was unnatural and disobeyed, even defied, the laws of nature.
“Will you stop your struggling? It’s no use. Not even that whelp of a daughter of yours is going to rescue you.”
Now to get on with the plan. I inscribe another spell along the wall, a circle engraved with an infinite pattern of spinning squares with the symbols earth and water in the center. With this spell, I can tunnel my way under the floor and save my Dad.
“Sylvia! Acton! Where are you!” Oh no! Got to act fast. Adolph’s barking will give me away. I press my wounded paw against the seal to activate it, but the seal dissipates almost immediately. Now, what the heck? I’m floating! I’m floating into the room helplessly, along with Acton and the others. The five of us hang over Mrs. Geldson, the green light giving her an almost diabolical appearance. Her expression has twisted to madness.
“Sylvia! What’re you doing here?!” Dad shouts, still too stubborn to stop struggling.
“Curs! Whelps! Insolent canines! Do you not know when the fight is over? Your devotion to this human is obscene for your kind.” She laughs madly. Just keep on talking, old lady. I can still move my hand paw, if I can just drop it. “But I’m glad you could make it of all the pack members, Sylvia. You shall now bear witness to the eradication of evil! Righteousness shall prevail.”
Perfect! Right before—aaaaaagh! The pain! I fly over into a corner with the others, our arms and legs tucked close to our bodies. I struggle to move them, but I can’t. It’s as if I’m being tied by some kind of rope. I can’t move.
“Sylvia! Sylvia!” Adolph howled. “Please forgive us. We’ve gotten us all in jeopardy.”
“Don’t worry, Sylvia will get us out of here.” Farkas grins, still having the audacity to wag his tail. But then his grin fades.“Right?”
Acton noses me. “Sylvia?”
I then play my hand. “Well, it looks like you got us, Mrs. Geldson. I guess I know when to admit defeat when I see it. You’re indeed truly a servant of the almighty.”
Lykaios’s ears flatten, a whimper escaping her lips. “Sylvia, no! We can’t give up!”
She smirks, half scoffing. “Oh, don’t waste my time with flattery! But I’m glad you accept your fate, Demon! It’ll all be over in ten seconds!”
I do my best not to smile. Let her think she’s won, let her continue to work her spell. Let her not notice the spell she’s casting has been altered! She looks down at the circle. Seems to notice something new glowing. But she’s too late! In five…four…three…two…one!
The circle begins to glow so brilliantly that it hurts my eyes. I can see nothing, but I can hear her laughing but soon to be followed by some other change of tone to screaming.
“What? What’s going on? This isn’t my spell! What? No! Why am I? You clever whelp, you tricked me! AIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!” And all of a sudden, the light fades away. Mrs. Geldson crumples to the floor, and my Dad falls softly on his rump. I did it! I was able to save him!
“Oh, my back! Ow!” He groans. “I’m getting too old for this kind of stuff.”
“Daddy!” I practically tackle him, licking his face with my tail wagging. “You’re all right! Did she hurt you?”
“No! No! Haha! No! Get off me already!” He shoves me off with a hand, then wipes his face clean. “What on earth did you do?”
I pick up the large maple leaf, now completely blank, off from where I dropped it. “True, Mrs. Geldson’s magical seal would’ve destroyed us all. What she didn’t realize was that her own magic could be used against her. By adding a few of my own runes to the spell, I changed the entire purpose of the spell completely! She had just used an polymorph enchantment on herself.”
Acton scratches her head. “I still don’t quite understand, Sylvia. Just what exactly is she supposed to become?”
“See for yourself.” The six of us walk over in a circle around the old witch, curled into a ball, moaning and coughing. Some kind of a dust is coming off her, the smell that of a wolf. Soon, her moans turn into whines and whimpers, her hands fur and claws extend. To the pack’s surprise, she begins to shrink, her robes enfolding all around her. Some lump tries to crawl out of the close, and pokes its head out of the hems, sniffing the air, staring at us all with large brown eyes.
“Sylvia.” Acton says.
“How ironic.” My dad scoffs, moving to pick the small werewolf cub up by the scruff of her neck. “You turned her into the very thing she was trying to destroy this entire time.”
The cub darted back into the clothes but my dad got a hold of her by the tail. She yelped in fear as he hung her upside down, watching her flail in the air helplessly. The pack fondles the new member to the pack, tails wagging and sniffing quietly. The cub stops flailing around, and sniffs at everyone curiously. It must recognize us as her kind.
“It’s all right. We’re not going to hurt you.” I lean in so her nose touches mine. She grabs her small handpaws to my muzzle, feeling my fur and skin. Ow, that hurts! Daddy then lets me hold her close to me. “It was the humane thing to do. Even though she killed Balun, manipulated and tricked me, and nearly tried to kill you, I couldn’t bring myself to kill another human being. She’s been alone all these years, having nothing to comfort her except her spell books and magic. I wanted to give her a second chance, to give her a new life free of that emptiness. And hope that one day, she’ll understand my actions for what I did.”
“But, Sylvia,” Acton growls softly. I can understand how he must feel right now, being denied the opportunity for revenge. “This isn’t what Balun would’ve wanted.”
“Yes, I know. But I’m not Balun. I don’t believe mankind isn’t worth saving, but I don’t think they’re purely good either. Balun must’ve felt the same way about them before, but he gave up somewhere along the way. I will not let the pack forget who they used to be and where they came from. Let this be a way of taking a new look at life for the pack. Let’s try and help the world of humans together.”
Lykaios, Adolph, and Farkas barked in unison. Acton sighs, but nods in agreement. Dad steps up and rubs my shoulder. “You’ve grown up quite a lot in the past few days, Sylvia.”
“Hey, it’s life, remember? You have to learn how to go along with the changes?” I grin. “Come on, let’s all go home.”
Enjoy, Weres, therians and furs!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
____________________________________
The plan begins with a sketching.
Taking a dry piece of wood, I scrape the dirt to make a perfect circle. Then I draw inside to make another circle, inscribing runes within the lines. Then finally, at the center, I inscribe something that looks like that thing—ah, the Triforce! I remember now! Of course, the triangles themselves symbolize stability and strength—and input the three runes for water, metal, and earth within their centers. Metal and water are the elements needed for travelling through time and space and earth for where you wish to be. Inscribing more runes to allow me full control of where I will go, I then drop my stick and bite myself in the wrist, letting a few drops of blood hit the seal.
Acton and the others jump back with a yelp as the magic seal lights up. “Wah! So, this is magic.” Lykaios says quietly, sniffing the ignited air around the rim.
“Yes, this will take us where we want to be.” I say as I finish inscribing the second spell along my furred handpaw with my blood. A seal of Solomon decorated with the runes for chaos, shadow, wood, life, and air. It will become important later when we get there. “All right, everyone in the circle. Hold your handpaws together!”
We all grab each other. Lykaios grabs onto me as she grabs onto Adolph as he grabs onto Farkas as he grabs onto Acton as he grabs onto me. We are all engulfed by the light of the spell, and for a moment we’re floating! Floating in the empty space of nothingness with only my mind to guide us through. Stretching out an invisible finger out I pinpoint where exactly we need to be and then another flash of light. We’re here now, inside Mrs. Geldson’s home.
The seals all around us begin to light up in response, regarding us as intruders. I am prepared, however. The seal on my handpaw reacts in answer as they dissipate into dust. It’s quite interesting when you use a Wiccan’s own magic against her.
“So this is the lair of the Witch.” Lykaios whispers as she sniffs around her old couch. “I smell something sweet! Mm!”
“Where, Lykaios?” Adolph crawls over, licking the couch’s seat cushion, with Farkas trying to crawl between the two for a chance.
“Lykaios! Adolph! Farkas!” I snarl quietly. The three of them turn around back to attention. “We need to focus. Come on, we’ve got to find the room where she’s holding my father.”
“Yes, Sylvia.” They bark in unison, then start to sniff out the room. The three of them are practically useless, but if I keep them busy, maybe they won’t jeopardize our plan.
Acton comes close to me and gestures me over to the basement door while the others are preoccupied. “Sylvia, I hear something from over there.” We trot over to a door by the entrance. I put an ear to the door and hear something very faint. A screaming. My Dad! Hang on, Dad!
“Clarence, stop this! Stop this or I’m gonna call the police!”
I open the door quietly, and then step down the stairs, nails clicking softly on the wood. I can hear Mrs. Geldson humming to herself, a green light glowing from behind the corner. It looks so frightening from here but I press on, Acton close behind me.
“The police will know nothing of this by the time I’m through with you. It will be as if you had never existed. You and that dog of yours.”
Something smells hot in the air, like perspiration and slowly burning skin. “No, you ca—wait, dog? I don’t own a dog.”
“Well, I would say your daughter, but you two are hardly even related anymore.”
“Shut up! Don’t talk about Sylvia like that!”
I peek around the corner, my nose hanging over the wall. My father hangs in mid air over the purification seal, trying to shake free. There was no point in the sacrifice trying to escape. Once the human sacrifice needed for the seal was put in place, trying to get away was impossible. This was one of glamour’s darkest spells, requiring death in order to destroy what was unnatural and disobeyed, even defied, the laws of nature.
“Will you stop your struggling? It’s no use. Not even that whelp of a daughter of yours is going to rescue you.”
Now to get on with the plan. I inscribe another spell along the wall, a circle engraved with an infinite pattern of spinning squares with the symbols earth and water in the center. With this spell, I can tunnel my way under the floor and save my Dad.
“Sylvia! Acton! Where are you!” Oh no! Got to act fast. Adolph’s barking will give me away. I press my wounded paw against the seal to activate it, but the seal dissipates almost immediately. Now, what the heck? I’m floating! I’m floating into the room helplessly, along with Acton and the others. The five of us hang over Mrs. Geldson, the green light giving her an almost diabolical appearance. Her expression has twisted to madness.
“Sylvia! What’re you doing here?!” Dad shouts, still too stubborn to stop struggling.
“Curs! Whelps! Insolent canines! Do you not know when the fight is over? Your devotion to this human is obscene for your kind.” She laughs madly. Just keep on talking, old lady. I can still move my hand paw, if I can just drop it. “But I’m glad you could make it of all the pack members, Sylvia. You shall now bear witness to the eradication of evil! Righteousness shall prevail.”
Perfect! Right before—aaaaaagh! The pain! I fly over into a corner with the others, our arms and legs tucked close to our bodies. I struggle to move them, but I can’t. It’s as if I’m being tied by some kind of rope. I can’t move.
“Sylvia! Sylvia!” Adolph howled. “Please forgive us. We’ve gotten us all in jeopardy.”
“Don’t worry, Sylvia will get us out of here.” Farkas grins, still having the audacity to wag his tail. But then his grin fades.“Right?”
Acton noses me. “Sylvia?”
I then play my hand. “Well, it looks like you got us, Mrs. Geldson. I guess I know when to admit defeat when I see it. You’re indeed truly a servant of the almighty.”
Lykaios’s ears flatten, a whimper escaping her lips. “Sylvia, no! We can’t give up!”
She smirks, half scoffing. “Oh, don’t waste my time with flattery! But I’m glad you accept your fate, Demon! It’ll all be over in ten seconds!”
I do my best not to smile. Let her think she’s won, let her continue to work her spell. Let her not notice the spell she’s casting has been altered! She looks down at the circle. Seems to notice something new glowing. But she’s too late! In five…four…three…two…one!
The circle begins to glow so brilliantly that it hurts my eyes. I can see nothing, but I can hear her laughing but soon to be followed by some other change of tone to screaming.
“What? What’s going on? This isn’t my spell! What? No! Why am I? You clever whelp, you tricked me! AIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!” And all of a sudden, the light fades away. Mrs. Geldson crumples to the floor, and my Dad falls softly on his rump. I did it! I was able to save him!
“Oh, my back! Ow!” He groans. “I’m getting too old for this kind of stuff.”
“Daddy!” I practically tackle him, licking his face with my tail wagging. “You’re all right! Did she hurt you?”
“No! No! Haha! No! Get off me already!” He shoves me off with a hand, then wipes his face clean. “What on earth did you do?”
I pick up the large maple leaf, now completely blank, off from where I dropped it. “True, Mrs. Geldson’s magical seal would’ve destroyed us all. What she didn’t realize was that her own magic could be used against her. By adding a few of my own runes to the spell, I changed the entire purpose of the spell completely! She had just used an polymorph enchantment on herself.”
Acton scratches her head. “I still don’t quite understand, Sylvia. Just what exactly is she supposed to become?”
“See for yourself.” The six of us walk over in a circle around the old witch, curled into a ball, moaning and coughing. Some kind of a dust is coming off her, the smell that of a wolf. Soon, her moans turn into whines and whimpers, her hands fur and claws extend. To the pack’s surprise, she begins to shrink, her robes enfolding all around her. Some lump tries to crawl out of the close, and pokes its head out of the hems, sniffing the air, staring at us all with large brown eyes.
“Sylvia.” Acton says.
“How ironic.” My dad scoffs, moving to pick the small werewolf cub up by the scruff of her neck. “You turned her into the very thing she was trying to destroy this entire time.”
The cub darted back into the clothes but my dad got a hold of her by the tail. She yelped in fear as he hung her upside down, watching her flail in the air helplessly. The pack fondles the new member to the pack, tails wagging and sniffing quietly. The cub stops flailing around, and sniffs at everyone curiously. It must recognize us as her kind.
“It’s all right. We’re not going to hurt you.” I lean in so her nose touches mine. She grabs her small handpaws to my muzzle, feeling my fur and skin. Ow, that hurts! Daddy then lets me hold her close to me. “It was the humane thing to do. Even though she killed Balun, manipulated and tricked me, and nearly tried to kill you, I couldn’t bring myself to kill another human being. She’s been alone all these years, having nothing to comfort her except her spell books and magic. I wanted to give her a second chance, to give her a new life free of that emptiness. And hope that one day, she’ll understand my actions for what I did.”
“But, Sylvia,” Acton growls softly. I can understand how he must feel right now, being denied the opportunity for revenge. “This isn’t what Balun would’ve wanted.”
“Yes, I know. But I’m not Balun. I don’t believe mankind isn’t worth saving, but I don’t think they’re purely good either. Balun must’ve felt the same way about them before, but he gave up somewhere along the way. I will not let the pack forget who they used to be and where they came from. Let this be a way of taking a new look at life for the pack. Let’s try and help the world of humans together.”
Lykaios, Adolph, and Farkas barked in unison. Acton sighs, but nods in agreement. Dad steps up and rubs my shoulder. “You’ve grown up quite a lot in the past few days, Sylvia.”
“Hey, it’s life, remember? You have to learn how to go along with the changes?” I grin. “Come on, let’s all go home.”
Category Story / Transformation
Species Wolf
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Now this is what I call a good ending. Very well done. Now Mrs. Geldenson will learn the truth, that werewolves aren't abominations, that in fact they are just like us in many ways. I can't wait to read your prologue for this. I'm going there next. I just hope that poor Balmun somehow makes his way to heaven instead of being dragged away by a succubus.
Well, technically, no lesson is really learned out of this, since she'll have no real memory of who she was in her past life. As for Balun, though, he's probably still out there running from the Incubus. It's the fate he never fully accepted for using the Lemegeton, which requires you to sacrifice your soul to become its master.
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