I ran through the dark forest covered mountains. The cold, shilling air zipped through my long, pitch-black hair. The bats flew by me squealing with joy as they tried to race me. All was silent except for the brushing of the leaves and the flapping of wings. I soon heard howling and saw the wolves running in the shadows, joining on the race. My red eyes pierced through the coating of the night and gave me access to the world very few have seen. That many have feared. The night. I flew out of the forest and skidded to a halt at the top of a cliff. I named the cliff Maka meaning peace in Ancient Transylvanian. I looked across the valley and a little farther down to see Castle Dracula. My home. Its towers still covered by the fading night. It
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Deer drank from the river while their young started the tiring task of playing. The banks held some of the richest soil known to mankind. On the top of one of the mountains there were rams already fighting with each other over their future mates. I loved everything about Transylvania: the weather, the village people, the forest, and animals everything except one thing. My uncle. Count Dracula. Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I waited playing with the animals and talking to the wolves. Sunrise started and the once black sky turned to an orangish pink color and there on the horizon I saw a black shape moving fast. It was here. The object moved closer revealing my pet bat Angel. She was rather small, around the size of a little kitten, with a wingspan of barely two feet. She had a letter in her talons that she dropped into my hand, sat on my shoulder, and curled up for a well deserved nap. I held it in my hands worried to open …show more content…
Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Miss Dracula,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September First. Since it is August, we are going to hear from a friend of yours if you are going to come. Your Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)
I squealed at what I read. I pulled out the list of everything I needed. The animals stopped their playing and the air chilled around me.
“So you have gotten your letter,” I turned to the voice I knew very well. My uncle. I stood up fast and brushed off my nightgown.
“Yes I have been accepted to Hogwarts,” I said straightening my back. His red eyes held anger and spite. He had his hair slicked back with gel making his pointy ears stick out. Dressed in a white undershirt, a red vest, and black pants, he looked like he just stepped out of another century. He held himself with an air of elegance and danger. His strength from age seemed to seep off of him in waves of enchantment and horror. A true
Deer drank from the river while their young started the tiring task of playing. The banks held some of the richest soil known to mankind. On the top of one of the mountains there were rams already fighting with each other over their future mates. I loved everything about Transylvania: the weather, the village people, the forest, and animals everything except one thing. My uncle. Count Dracula. Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I waited playing with the animals and talking to the wolves. Sunrise started and the once black sky turned to an orangish pink color and there on the horizon I saw a black shape moving fast. It was here. The object moved closer revealing my pet bat Angel. She was rather small, around the size of a little kitten, with a wingspan of barely two feet. She had a letter in her talons that she dropped into my hand, sat on my shoulder, and curled up for a well deserved nap. I held it in my hands worried to open …show more content…
Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Miss Dracula,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September First. Since it is August, we are going to hear from a friend of yours if you are going to come. Your Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)
I squealed at what I read. I pulled out the list of everything I needed. The animals stopped their playing and the air chilled around me.
“So you have gotten your letter,” I turned to the voice I knew very well. My uncle. I stood up fast and brushed off my nightgown.
“Yes I have been accepted to Hogwarts,” I said straightening my back. His red eyes held anger and spite. He had his hair slicked back with gel making his pointy ears stick out. Dressed in a white undershirt, a red vest, and black pants, he looked like he just stepped out of another century. He held himself with an air of elegance and danger. His strength from age seemed to seep off of him in waves of enchantment and horror. A true