It was late at night, about 2:28 a.m. when he heard the scream, he jumped out of bed and retrieved his armor and sword. He heard the scream again, the terrible screaming, the scream that led him to the sight. What he found was the source of the scream, or what was left. The ground and surrounding trees were covered in blood and organic tissue, nothing left but an area of blood, gore, and what seemed like thousands of bones. The man could only stare at the area of blood and death, the sound was unnoticeable at first then he heard the stick snap, the man spun in time to block an overhead cut, and then a side cut also a thrust. He replied in an thrust an overhead cut a side cut and six more side cuts. The stranger wore black armor that glowed red, he bore a blue sword that emitted a low white mist, and every time their blades struck he felt a chill that slightly rendered his sword hand useless and every time they didn't clash the warmth of his hand returned. The man took him for a demon, but when the man struck the helmet and it loosened and then grabbed and threw the helmet off the demon, there wasn't a demon but a man, a man with pure white eyes, with no pupils just an endless white void of death and loss. The man was surprised, but then what he saw next haunted him the few seconds he lived. The demon of a man threw down his sword, and road at the top of his lungs and more, as the demon roared he underwent a change he first, started to grow hair at an alarming rate the next minute he was covered in fur, as the hair grew so did his features, his face became longer and fangs started to form and his eyes turned from pure white to blood red. The demon if you could call him that turned into a beast and the next minute disappeared from sight, all the man could see was the sword that was thrown down, the armor the demon wore was still on his body during the change. The man took the events that happened and decided that the demon is a werewolf and turned into one in front of him. The howls of the wolf haunted him on his trek home, sadly the man didn't make it home he heard the howl again then felt a pain in his chest to see the wolf's claw in his chest grabbing his heart and ripping it out and then all went black. (if you want more stories including the werewolf I would be glad since this just came to me, say plus 1 trash for more or say write something else, give me some ideas, have a nice day.)
"It was 8 years ago the war took many casualties. But I don't think I played the big part that the men and women and children who's lives were lost in that time. As men entered the battle field with nothing but love and the will to protect their loved ones and the ones they didn't even know. They vowed to protect the innocent, the poor, the rich, the King, the Queen, and any of their children."
"I only wrote his story i never was their to see it all happen but, he walked in my home and asked to write a story about the role he played in the war that has yet to come the Great War as he called it. I didn't believe him but he offered a thousand gold coins, I be a fool to refuse I took the money and in the back of my mind I thought that I could use this money to help my family." "I'm writing in the same journal that I wrote his story in the story of a Prisoner, the story of a Hero unknown, the story of Dovhakiin." "He walked in my home he wore the armor of the 17 Daedric Princes, and at his hip the shield of the Daedra. He wore the strongest armor and bore the greatest shield known to Skyrim, The most terrifying thing he had in his possession was the Dragon Bone Mace he had on his right hip that required great skill of crafting and smithing to acquire and even greater strength to wield." The red aura was the first sign that I was dealing with a demon but he had the war-like eyes that I could see used to be filled with love and happiness, I've seen those same eyes on thousands of others, those eyes ment that he lost a loved one because of this war my accusation was wrong he lost his entire family to this war. His daughter who was only 9 and his son who was 6, he had another baby on the way he was going to buy a large house for his family but a large group of 18 bandits came to the village he lived in and they were killed while he was away." He said,"When I came back to my home my family was cut to nothing but remenence of flesh and blood they were brutally killed and when I found the bandits I slaughtered and burned every single one of them." One of the scariest moments of my life would be when my sister accidentally shot me in the center of my forehead with my own slingshot using a penny as the projectile.
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