The Girl and The Fox

Foxes and wolves bounded through the door, not faltering for a second. About twenty of the mutts combined were in the house, snarling towards the unfamiliar pack .

“Crap,” Crystal swore. “She was stalling.”

Isabella took one look at all the shifters with her loving eyes. This wasn’t right. Their own species shouldn’t be going against one another. They should all be working together to get through this.

Isabella was always too empathetic for her own good. That was the one mistake Death had made.

“Look at yourselves,” she started, “pretending to be something you’re not. You may be natural predators, but has it really come to fighting your own species. Fighting your own kind. Fighting us all? This constant war will break everyone, leaving no one to remember us. No one find us. We won’t even become myths.” A dry chuckle left the girl’s mouth. “If anyone did remember us, it would be for the wild beasts we’re all acting like.” That sentence earned many growls, but if the hybrid was scared, she didn’t show it. She didn’t falter, she held her head high. “Think about the children. How do you think they are coping with this? Being constantly at war, not being able to escape the deaths. How do you think they will feel if their parents don’t come back? When their parents don’t come back? This war will kill us all if we don’t put a stop to it. We will all fall if we don’t work together to come to peace.”

You couldn’t mistake the hope in the girl’s eyes for trickery. Everyone could tell she spoke from her heart, and when a girl like her speaks, the only choice you have is to listen. The raven haired abomination was an amazing speaker, casting a spell on everything and everyone that listened, and that made up for her unwillingness to fight. Mostly.

The wolves stopped snarling and the foxes held wide eyes at the brave little girl. Her speech had turned the vicious creatures into gaping toddlers, pushing their minds into a deep trance of thought.

As quickly as the peace came, it could not last. More wolves appeared, jumping on the tranced enemies’ backs, clawing and biting at their neck, most succeeding in wounding them.

“NO!” Screamed Isabella. Her mother held her back. “No, stop it. It would have worked. You, you ruined it.”

“We wouldn’t have had peace, my dear,” Crystal soothed. “We will never have peace until those retched foxes are all dead.” A tear escaped the child’s eye. She was, after all, a retched fox. She snatched her arm away from her mother and ran out. Out of the house, into the forest, tears streaming down her face. Foxes ran after her, calculating a way to win, but Isabella was blinded by rage. They could never win. Well, they couldn’t win yet.

She turned into her wolf form, facing all of the foxes head on. Let’s just say, once she was finished with them, you could only see blood, no fur coat.

A scream sounded. Isabella turned into her fox form, then ran. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t look back. All she wanted to do was get away from this place, and into a fairy tale land. The only problem was that she already was in a fairy tale land. The vixen stopped in realisation. That scream. Theo’s scream.

The forest flew past the vixen, letting her heart lead her. She came to an abrupt stop, bodies littering the battlefield in front of her.

“Theo?” Whispered the girl, now in her human form. In front of her eyes was a baby bear, tearing a fox to shreds.

“Izzyyyyyyy,” screamed Theo happily. Isabella’s eyes went wide. Her brother could turn into a bear? Theo ran to the girl to hug her, but before he had the chance the girl jumped up into the air, shifting into her wolf form. She leaped over Theo, landing on Meeka. Meeka’s jaws snapped at the hybrid’s neck, just a millimetre from touching. She threw Isabella off of herself, gaining the upper hand. A growl erupted from both the wolves throats. They circled each other, waiting for the right time to move.

Another scream appeared out of thin air. Tizzie. With Isabella momentarily distracted, Meeka pounced. Meeka was on top of the pup, sinking her claws into her fur, attempting to snap the hybrid’s neck.

More screams, howls, and decay littered the air. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. The girl was meant to bring peace, not war.

Isabella turned back into a girl, using her feet to push the mutt off her. Meeka got straight up on her feet, not backing down.

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Isabella ran out of the door, leaving Crystal and her pack with the enemy. There wasn’t a chance to go after her.

“We can’t go after her, Crystal.” Natasha pulled her Alpha out the way of a flying wolf, her blue hair flying all over the place. “We have to put an end to this first.”

Crystal gave a small nod in response. She turned into her wolf, shaking out her grey coat, and ran out the door with her pack, the enemies at her heels. They reached a open field, soon to be littered with bodies and blood. Lots of blood.

Imagine if the scene was zoomed out. A huge field, now looking small from a bird’s eye view. The millions of animals at was with each other, like small ants taking over the plain. Some of those ant were stepped on, leaving dead bodies on the grass to decay, but you can’t see the blood. When you’re high enough up, like you are from ants, you can only see the bodies, no blood. I’m afraid that’s not how this story goes, though. In this story, there is only blood. Blood and death. No happily ever after.

Everyone was fighting. There was nothing anyone could do to stop them. Theo was fighting as a little bear, sometimes shifting into a poisonous snake. Crystal managed to keep him out of Eric’s hands. The shifter who could turn into anything. The killer. Theo.

Tizzie and Linda fought bravely, valiantly. Bravely and valiantly until the end. A sword came from behind each of the girls, wedging themselves firmly into their chests. Only one scream sounded. Tizzie’s.

A girl stood by the trees, watching these events take place with a boy.

“What will happen when the war’s over?” Tears were streaming down Lizzie’s face, red and blotchy, just like the first time Isabella killed.

Death signed, knowing she was the only one he could truly talk to. “They will all die,” he whispered. A tear slid down his face, maybe the only tear he shed in eternity. “If not from this war, then from my father forcing me to make my mistakes right. To kill my only creation.”

“What about me?” The girl was now looking straight into the eyes of Death, pain streaked across her face. “I... I don’t want to be killed.”

A small, sad smile made its way onto Thanatos’s lips. “Knowing my brother, he will do anything to keep you. Hypnos gets attached to things he can’t have. Maybe for once he will have his way.”

A small jolt went through Death’s un-beating heart. Isabella. One more tear managed to escape from his eye.

“I’m sorry.”

After that, he stuck to his job. He only brought death and sorrow, not creation. That wasn’t his job. All he could bring was death.

I guess you’ll want to know what happened to the hybrid. To Isabella. Like I said before, no one in this story gets a happily ever after. I wish they could, but a writer captures the truth, not a lie.

Meeka got back up again, with a slight wobble. She couldn’t go on like this. Eric came to her side, ready to finish his daughter off, but he didn’t get the chance. The girl’s pack tackled them both down, but who was there to protect Isabella. The raven haired girl who will never be remembered. The raven haired girl who will always be remembered. She met the same fate as her friends. Lucas came up behind her, loyal to Eric and Eric only, and ruthlessly, mercilessly, plunged a sword deep into her heart.

Pain spread throughout the sweet girl’s body. The girl who only wanted peace. The girl who didn’t want to fight. The girl who failed her mission. Soon the light in her eyes went out. She was gone. I’d love to tell you she went to a good place, to the Elysian Fields, but no. A failure doesn’t go there. She went back to where she came from. Tartarus. Hell.

The girl failed. She lost everyone. Everything. Her creater was forced to kill them all. No shifter lived. She let her kind down. She let everyone down. Her name may be remembered in history, but for nothing good. What good came out of her being on Earth. Delaying the war?

She failed, and payed for it.

She failed.