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Chapter 1 Of The Forest
The Manor
You lay on the ground, so cold, you hear wailing and ravenous growls all around. You open your eyes only to see how dark it truly is, faded trees and bushes being the only recognizable shapes. The harsh
wind biting at your flesh you look around for shelter and after you eyes adjust to the dark, you can see a house in the distance you choose to walk to it after many agonizing minutes wandering through
sharp bushes and dead trees their trunks diameter larger than your height, you finally reach the front porch, the house much larger than you thought more like an extravagant manor than the large cabin
you thought it was, a warm light flowing out of the windows inviting you in, but trying to peak in the windows they are covered with newspapers their age and the copius amount of glue holding them in
place making the words unreadable. You go to the front door the stained glass creating wonderful shadows dancing around on the porch, you hesitate to knock but the harsh wind quickly reminds you why you
came here. You knock on the door, a few seconds later hearing soft thuds quickly coming to the door. A large wolfwoman opens the door, in that moment she is towering over you, "what are you doing in the
forest at this time." she says with worry in her voice, "you need to get inside, I have a guestroom come with me" she hastily brings you to the guestroom along the way the ivory-crowned hallways catching
in your attention almost hypnotizing, you come back to reality you realize how hard the woman is holding your arm before you can say anything you are thrown in a room almost falling over hitting a
dresser on the way, catching your breath you notice all the strange skulls and insects on the walls, the skulls are like nothing you have ever seen, the horns too long, the eyes too close, the teeth too
large, too sharp, some seemingly had two eyes when they were alive. They enamour you until the plentiful cuts and scrapes on your arms and legs resume stinging.
