I find a huge patch of pretty flowers. I will have to go through. They all say sweet comments to me. I pick one up and to my surprise, nothing happened. After the shadow realm, I'm going to find it hard to trust anything. This was a happy batch of flowers though. How could anyone resist. I sit and start to make a daisy chain out of all different types of pretty flowers. Flowers like Achillea, Amaryllis, butter cups, roses, calla lilies, daisies and so many more. They all spoke to me and I spoke to all of them. The can understand me. I had put them around my neck, around my head and around my wrist. I looked at my scars, but they were gone. In a blunt voice I asked "what happened to my cuts?" the forget-me-nots answered in a soft and calm voice "they are gone now. The pain has been taken away, this normally happens when you let go and tell others how you feel." the Gazania Asters started saying in the same type of voice "You lose scars of any type. Physical or mental." I am in shock, I have never thought of telling, anyone how I felt. I was so open to these well flowers, I never thought that the shy quiet girl like I could ever tell anyone how I feel. "You can take some of us, we will help you on your journey." said one small little lotus flower on my head. It was the only one in the entire batch. It reminds me of myself. The only one different person in a huge crowd. I felt like I was almost free. I let my long brown hair out of its bun and felt like I was more alive than ever. I still held onto my fear though. "Let's go! We can do this! I can do this!" I yelled with a booming voice "yeah!" yelled all the flowers at once. A grin creeped onto my face as I stood up and I started running through the green fields with my hair running behind me.

We started getting tired very soon as I am not very, well, active. My feet were sore once again and I felt the pain in my head from the rose but I have to keep going. I spot a large village up ahead. It looks very grand. It is white and looks like marble. It is beautiful. I go up to a guard to receive aid and a place to stay asking "Hi, could you please tell me where I am. May I also receive aid? I have seen a strange place and I am all worn out."

She looks very kind with a huge grin on her face. The girl said to me in a strong yet peaceful voice "of course you can stay here. This is Helder-Vale, also. We don't get many visitors, but we are glad to have you. You will meet the king of this tribe. He will be kind to you and will provide you somewhere to stay but he is a little short tempered so try not to get him annoyed or he will change." I heard a slight fear in her voice

"How does he change?"

"He morphs"

"Morphs into what?"

"Normally a were-wolf. We are all were-wolfs here, but don't worry. We won't hurt you."

"Ok that is good to know. I'll make sure not to anger him"

I felt a trust in these people even though I know I shouldn't trust anyone. The shadow realm was far away as well. I need to tell them or maybe they already know but I doubt it to be completely honest. I know it is coming for something.

"You cannot wear that attire before the king." Said the guard who took me to a room in the palace

"Why not this? What can I wear? Is it because of the blood?" I ask

"No. There is no blood on It. Were you in a battle? Looks like you have a faint scar on your leg. We can fix that."

I thought that all of my scars would be taken away. I did trip on the way here so maybe that doesn't count for real scars.

"You must wear a dress as white as the moon and as silver as the stars. It is just our well; thing you might say. I would have to do that as well if I were to seek aid from him. He will want something in return from you if he accepts your needs, if not we will not fight away the shadow realm."

I interrupt "I didn't say anything about the shadow realm."

"Don't worry I could already tell. You tend to mutter important details under your breath. We have really good hearing so I could hear you loud and clear."

"Oh ok, go on" I said bluntly. That was strange

"I can still hear you, you know."

"Oh- sorry."

"That's ok. It weirded me out as well the first time someone said that to me. You're fine. Our king has a son and we must fulfil the prophecy, we got it about a month ago and this is what our faithful prophecy says. The kings son who is a were-wolf must marry a beautiful girl of hair as brown as chocolate, eyes as blue of the sky, lips as red as blood skin as pail as milk. You have all of these qualities, so you may have to marry his son."

Wait. Marry! I don't want to be here anymore. I can't leave though. I'm practically being forced to stay here now. I can't just ask to leave and I want these people safe. If not, I will never forgive myself. "This is another one of our traditions. The marriage would have to be on a full moon were all were-wolfs turn into our wolf form. This is another tradition. If we follow this up, you will live a happy life as his queen and will appease the Moon God. This MAY happen but it may not. If not he will ask for something else. If so, you will get to know the prince, his name is prince Fenrir, you will fall in love, get married and you will become the queen of Helder-Vale. But once you are his wife, you will have to become a were-wolf."

I am in shock. How could someone make an arranged marriage to someone who doesn't even know the other person? "What if we don't love each other?"

"It doesn't matter, what the king says is what goes."

"How do I become a were-wolf them?" I say putting my chin up. We are now walking to what seemed to be a castle.

"To become a were-wolf you will have to be either bit of scratched by Fenrir."

"I don't want to be hurt! This is only my imagination playing tricks on me, Im going to wake up soon and I will be back to my normal life on the real world. *I pinched myself* Ow! I guess I'm not in my dreams but I am in my nightmare!"

"To make life even better for you *sarcasm*, the king wants a lot, and I mean a lot of cute grandchildren. Good Luck. Its ok, you will be fine. Now go get washed up. You have to meet the king soon. Let's get going."

Oh God. I'm only 18 years old and now I will have to get married and have kids! Oh no. IM screwed. I don't want kids yet I can't even take care of myself! How am I going to take care of heaps of little ME's?

Hey everyone. I am going to write way more of this story cause I really like it and I hope you do to. I'm not going to make long signoffs as well 'cause I find those sometimes annoying so I hope all of your lives are going well and I will write to you next time.

~alexlovessinging~