Episode 3 - Discovery

It was several days later that I'd finally had enough rest for Gragg to let me outside to train, instead of being stuck inside watching him all day. I was going insane, watching him dance around outside slicing and parrying, fighting imaginary foes with his deadly blade. I wasn't mad at him anymore, not after he had explained what biting me had awoken in me. There is so much I have to remember now.

Firstly Gragg set me straight on exactly what it meant to be a Werewolf. It's nothing like those crappy stories that the movies have everyone believing. It all started with a man called David, a horribly common name for such a horribly uncommon person. David was a black magician who lived alone, basically from birth, in a small wooden cabin in the forests of England. He was so in tune with the forest and it's creatures that it was said he could understand, even commune with the beasts. No-one knows the exact circumstances, but it seems that he found a way to combine the spirit of a human with that of a wolf. The result of this was a boy, who he named Cain, to relate to the wolves scientific name being Canis Lupis, he delighted in such humor. Now, up until he was 10 years old, Cain lived with the old man, doing all he could to please his father. But on his 10th birthday, the night of a full moon, Cain transformed for the first time.

David tried to contain the transformation, but to no avail, he was too old and the transformation too sudden. Before he knew it, Cain had transformed right in front of him.

Cain now stood over 6 foot tall, his body a huge mass of tight, powerful muscle, still rippling from the transformation. His head was that of a wolf, and all down his back fur had grown. He turned his head towards David, his red eyes blazing with unparalleled anger. Suddenly he took one swipe, and David's head flew across the room.

As quickly as he has changed, Cain suddenly began to shrink, he was changing back. After the change, he looked around the cabin, the blood pooled around his fathers body, fell to his knees and wept.

When he finally gained control of himself, he got to his feet, packed all he could carry, and took off into the forest, he had to get as far away from this place as was possible. He started a journal, chronicling his journeys and the people he helped and who helped him, all the while trying to figure out his new and unbelievable power. These are some of the things he discovered.

1. The beast will only arise when the full moon is in view, and will last until I will it gone, or until the day breaks.

2. Although I am aware of what I am doing in Wolf form, I have almost no control over the beast, rage is it's driving power.

3. I seem to be able to make my power into physical objects when in Wolf form, and anything I create last until broken by an extreme force, the only thing I have found strong enough is myself in Wolf form.

4. I can sense other lives in the area when I am in Wolf form, by some sort of heartbeat sensor.

5. Every time I use Wolf form, I seem to return stronger in my normal form.

Finally Cain had discovered all he could about being a Werewolf, and recorded it in his journal. During this time he met a woman, a warrior princess named Jan-ex. Not her real name, but she told everyone to call her that, and you did not refuse Jan-ex, unless you had a liking for having your head smashed in. She was the only one that could deal with his Wolf form, which he used less and less after meeting her. Eventually they had two sons, both of them having the power to transform. So in his later years, Cain taught the boys how to control the power, as much as was possible, he also taught them the art of Espasa Formacio, or Sword Forming, which is the ability to push one's power to the limit then form a sword representing one's full power. The process takes many days to recover from. On his death bed, he gave the boys one final thing to do.

"Continue the race..." he whispered before his eyes glazed over and he was gone.

Gragg made me memorise these points, and this story. He also told me to use them to my advantage in battle, not that I'd had a chance to battle yet.

So that is what it is to be a Werewolf. I am a killing machine, toned and made for taking life.

That day was the day I learnt the art of Espasa Formacio, and created a sword. A sword the likes of which has never been seen before or since!! That was the day I started on my first step to avenging my master, Scythe.

"This time, master. This time I will be strong enough...."

TO BE CONTINUED

Episode 2 - Awakening

Pain.

It's all I remember from that moment until what seemed like forever. A searing, tearing pain that still tugs at my soul in my sleep. I had never before, and have never again, been in so much agony.

The only thing that penetrated the barrier of mind numbing pain were howls, distant at first, but as time went on they grew louder and louder, as if whatever was making them was getting closer. I now know that this was my transformation, my mutation into the beast I am.

I have no idea of what exactly happened over those 3 days, and Gragg refuses to specify. All I know is that after he bit me and the transformation begun, he took me to his hideout in the mountains, where it is quiet enough for a fledging werewolf to learn his skills. On the fourth day I awoke for the first time, bursting into the morning with a great howl escaping my lips. I was alone on the bare floor of what I still know to be Gragg's home. Humble and modest, his dwellings reminded me of those movies I've seen, the ones where people have weapons and such all over their walls. But Gragg had almost every inch of his house covered in amour, weapons and even plants, herbs and potions. I arose from my bed, or mattress really, and fell to one knee, weak with hunger and from the transformation. After catching my breath and gathering my strength I finally managed to stand up and walk to the window, leaning heavily on the sill. As I looked out, I saw Gragg there, a sword in his hand and a life-size dummy on the other side of the yard.

It was the sword which first drew my eyes, its blade shining a bright, shimmering blue in the morning sun, with a simple hilt and handle. This struck me as odd as if one were to go to all the effort to make such a beautiful blade, why ruin it by making an ugly hilt?? I didn't understand. I blinked, and in that moment, Gragg took off with such speed at the dummy that I didn't see him move or the cut. As I opened my eyes all I saw was Gragg standing looking at me with his sword sheathed and the dummy laying in no less than 5 pieces on the ground in front of him.

We stared at each other for some time before I lost my nerve and turned away. Suddenly he was next to me, grinning like an idiot who just found a snail.

"Gooooood morning, Squire," he said to me, the grin never leaving his face.

"What the hell happened to me?" I asked, rather politely I thought.

Suddenly his sword was at my neck as he whispered,"You shall find out soon enough, Squire."

The next ten minutes were the most unimaginable of my life, as I found out things I had only thought of in my wildest dreams. Things that were real. Things that were happening to me.

Gragg explained to me how the night I was bitten was his "Fun Night", meaning the one night a month he was allowed to go wild with his power. the night when the moon was the fullest. He had been chasing a pack of deer through the woods when he stumbled across me. He didn't even really notice me when he first did. But then I gave chase, and his instincts took control. He bit me, which almost immediately, began to turn me into a werewolf. This process was completed that morning, I was now one of them.

I turned to lean on the wall as Gragg Spoke, "You alright, Squire?"

"NO I'M NOT ALRIGHT!!!" I screamed as I lunged at him with all I had.

But he wasn't standing next to me anymore. He was over in the kitchen, making tea.

"You bastard!" I said.

".....Meh," replied Gragg, "I've done worse things. Tea, Squire??

I glared at him, too weak and tired to even form sentences anymore, I collapsed back onto the floor. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was, "So no tea then? Pity, it's quite good."

Bastard.

TO BE CONTINUED

Episode 1 - In The Beginning

It began a few weeks ago, I was training in the forest behind my house. Whilst fighting off a simulation of Zaraki Kenpachi amongst the dense trees, I swore I heard something that seemed out of place. I knew it wasn't Kenpachi as he is as silent as a ghost, he wouldn't make that kind of mistake. Cancelling the simulation, I took off amongst the tree tops, trying to spot the intruder from above. The cold night air reminded me of my youth, training with my Master, known only as Scythe. But those days were finished and I set my mind to finding the source of the noise. It didn't sound too delicate, so I knew it had to be something pretty big, else i wouldn't have bothered. Knowing my luck it was probably only a Kelk, a small rodent with abnormally large legs and feet. One of the most ridiculous things I have seen in all my life, and I've watched 2 and A Half Men.

I heard a soft scraping sound, like fur rubbing against rough bark. Turning around on my branch I saw the reflection of the moon in a pair of eyes flying at me. Dropping from the branch to hang on with one hand, I drew my katana and swung myself to the next tree, following the direction the eyes were heading. I could hear it not more than 3 or 4 meters in front of me, breaking branches as it went, me following like a shadow. All of a sudden it disappeared from my senses.

Stopping to get my bearings, I reached out my senses to find some trace, any trace of this thing and where it might have gone. I now realise stopping was a mistake, as the things aura suddenly appeared behind me, right behind me. I felt a burning pain in my neck and all down my spine .It was all I had in me to swing wildly at it with my sword. But it had speed beyond my comprehension as before I knew it was even gone it was in front of me, perched on the next branch. I'm not sure if it was the wound in my neck or his aura that did it, but my vision was so blurry i couldn't even see it properly, just a black blur a bit darker than its surroundings. My head was spinning and I lost my balance on the branch and fell to the ground, impaling my leg in the process. As i lay on the ground, blood pouring from my leg and my neck, the shape appeared before me once again, and I heard it speak.

"Go to sleep boy, the pain will start soon..... and you don't want to be conscious for that."

The last thing I remember before I passed out was a soft growling, almost rhythmic. It was calming...........

TO BE CONTINUED