Grab your atlas, running shoes, (Spanish to English translator,) and a good book! You ready? Let’s go, fam!
Merry Christmas, and a happy new year!
There. I said the line. Now can I go enjoy my greatly deserved vacation?
What do you mean, “No.”??
Just what I said.
Because you have readers to entertain.
I know, but… it’s Christmas!
Exactly. Come on, if you really want to be successful with this blog, ya gotta be consistent.
But, but, Montgomery didn’t tag me for anything which means I don’t have to do anything!
Danny-boy, you’re more mature than this. You’re acting like Emma when she’s being taken to bed!
*gasp* Did you just compare me to a three-year-old??
Ya darn right I did, vaquero.
*in an exasperated tone* ¡Por favor!
Don’t talk back to me, er, you. This is for your own benefit.
Alright, fine. But what do you want me to do, then???
Give ‘em some Christmas gifts.
Buuuuut… what if I don’t want to?
*sly grin, cracks knuckles and neck* I don’t think you want to know…
Did you just threaten yourself?
Yes. Now go give your readers some gifts.
Weeell… that happened. And now I forced myself to give you all some gifts, so here you are!
Gift number one is -drum roll, please-… *drum rolls*
A chapter from my book Beyond the Wolf!!! Particularly Chapter 2! (Don’t worry, you won’t really miss anything. Except that one in every twenty five creatures have supernatural powers) Enjoy!!
Oblivious to the fighting, Yarrow darted back and forth, using her given powers to heal wounded wolves.
Yarrow crept up upon her slightly older brother, Rock, and was hidden behind a tree. She was about to jump out and yell when… “Gotcha!” her best friend, Sharpgrin, had snuck up on her instead! “Agh!” she screamed.
“Don’t, don’t do that to me, Sharpgrin!” she scolded.
“You were going to do the same thing to Rock!” he chuckled. “Why I ought-a… wait, do you hear that?” she asked. “No I- wait, I do! I think it’s the hunters coming back!” exclaimed Sharpgrin. “But so soon?” asked Yarrow.
They both ran to where they heard the commotion going on. The hunters were shouting orders and preparing for battle.
“What’s going on?” Yarrow asked her father, one of the hunters. “As we were hunting, we saw an enemy pack charging towards our pack! Oh no, here they are now, coming up the dell! I must go!” he ran with the others, towards the enemies.
Despite others telling her to get away from the battle, she ran towards the dell and quickly found a hiding place between a few rocks.
The wolves from her pack leaped upon the ones climbing up the hill, knocking several down.
Most of the ones who fell got up, but some did not.
There were three battles going on: one, between the enemy wolves who made it to the top and the defenders, who were already there. Two, the fight at the bottom of the dell, for the wolves who fell, and three, the fights on the side of the dell (in which it would end quickly whenever one or more wolves would fall off, which would be often).
A wolf saw her and started coming towards her.
She yelped and started running away.
“I’ll get you, you little runt!” he shouted. He was gaining on her, and she had to do something fast.
She was dodging and ducking between trees, but she couldn’t shake him! Then she had an idea. She abruptly stopped, and the wolf flew past her, trying to halt, but he tripped and flew into a tree, unconscious.
She grinned, delighting in her victory, but stopped when she realized she was surrounded.
Yarrow looked around and counted only four.
I can do this! She thought.
She firmly placed her four feet on the ground, and looked down, and closed her eyes.
When she looked up and opened them again, her eyes glowed pure green, and plants wrapped themselves around her legs.
The wolf facing her left side lunged at her, but she turned her head to look intently at him, and her eyes glowed brighter for a second.
When they did, a root burst out of the ground and grabbed onto the wolf’s leg, spiraling around it, and flung him into a tree.
The wolf to her right ran toward her, jaws open, but she stared at him, her eyes glowing. A vine connected to a tree shot out and grasped onto another tree, then the wolf’s neck slammed into it, and he was flung hard onto his back.
The two others left charged at her, but she glared at them, stiffened, eyes brightening, and they were soon buried completely by weeds.
She sighed, then the plants wrapped around her legs fell loosely on the ground, her eyes turned back to normal, and she fell on the ground, panting.
“Phew! I can’t believe I actually did that! Wait till my family hears about this!”
She got back up and ran back to the battlefield.
There weren’t many fights going on on the side and the bottom of the dell, but mainly at the top, unless a wolf or two was thrown down. Her father was a worthy fighter, third to the Alpha himself.
Yarrow watched in amazement as she could see her father making progress through the battle, scratching, scaring, and biting wolves, hardly stopping.
She saw a friend of her eldest sibling Keywolf, and he had a deep scar on his side and was lying on the ground. She ran up to him and put her paw on him. Her eyes glowed green, and then natural herbs and plants wrapped around the older wolf’s scar. The plants glowed green for a second, and then came loose. She took her paw off his side, and revealed that his scar was completely healed (though not gone, it would be known to him as a battle scar)!
He got up, thanked her, and ran off to continue fighting.
Yarrow decided to do that to others.
Oblivious to the fighting, Yarrow darted back and forth, using her given powers to heal wounded wolves.
She ran into her father and told him what she had done earlier.
“Papa! You should have seen what I did! I used my plant powers almost perfectly, defeating four wolves! And a fifth with just pure skill! I think I could help in this battle, is there anything I can do?”
“You’re not allowed to fight in battles just yet, you are still too young. Now, go and make sure your younger siblings are safe!”
“Yes, father.” she sighed.
She ran back to their cave and looked in: there was her mother, her older twin sisters Nextwolf and Velvet, and her younger brothers Hexad and Endmost.
Her two older brothers Keywolf and Rock weren’t there. Probably out fighting with Papa, she thought.
“Yarrow, where’s Charity?” asked her mother. “Wait, she’s not here?!” cried Yarrow.
“We thought she was with you!” exclaimed Velvet. She scanned the cave, and sure enough, her younger sister Charity was not there.
“Oh no,” muttered Yarrow. She dashed out of the cave, ignoring her mother’s call.
“Charity!!!” she yelled. She ran into the battle, and then accidentally ran into Keywolf, the eldest child in the family.
“Yarrow, what are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be with the others!” he scolded.
“I went looking for Charity! Is she with you?”
“No. She isn’t with Mother?” he asked.
“No! I was hoping she was with you!” cried Yarrow.
“Well, come on then, let’s go find her. Hopefully, she’s with Rock!”
They went into the fray of the battle, ducking and dodging. A wolf lifted his paw to strike Yarrow, but Keywolf bit the wolf’s leg and rammed his body into him.
They kept on going, and then they found Rock, older than her, but younger than the twins.
When they saw Charity wasn’t with him, they explained to him what happened, and all three of them kept on searching.
They decided to search at the bottom of the dell, and while they were, Keywolf was called back to the battle.
“Stay safe, okay? Rock, don’t let Yarrow out of your site!” he said. They bid him well, and he left.
They went through, searching, with noses to the ground sniffing. “Agh! I can’t smell her out if she’s down here! The smell of blood is just too strong,” he complained.
An enemy wolf came crashing down the dell, and Rock and Yarrow jumped out of the way.
The wolf got up, shook himself, and when he saw Yarrow, he leaped towards her, but Rock rammed into him.
The wolf growled and lunged for Rock, but rock just turned his head to the side, stuck out his shoulder, and the wolf’s bruised side hit it hard. The wolf howled in pain, swinging his head, and his head eventually hit a tree, knocking him out.
“That’s one of the reasons they call me Rock!” he boasted to the unconscious wolf.
Yarrow rolled her eyes. “Alright, you’ve had your fun, now come on and help me find Charity!”
They saw a small group of fighting wolves and lots of trees, and ran towards it, hoping their little sister was there.
“Charity!” they yelled again and again.
Yarrow ran up to a wolf from her pack, who had just bit off a large tuft of fur from another wolf. “Have you seen a little girl, younger than me, around here?” she asked.
“Um, yes, she was running away, and a wolf was chasing her. She tripped and fell somewhere over there, and I tried to help but was being attacked, and I just forgot, I’m sorry.”
Dodging fallen and fighting wolves, Rock and Yarrow made their way to the place the wolf pointed out, a large cluster of trees and shrubs.
They went into the cluster and searched for a few seconds when Yarrow gave out a sharp cry. Rock ran over to her and saw the reason for her cry: there lay the body of a young, she-wolf: Charity.
“Charity… how could anyone do such a thing!?” cried Rock.
“No, Charity… why, why, why!” murmured Yarrow.
They nuzzled their snouts into the body of their beloved sister, and then Yarrow looked up at the moon and howled in agony, sadness, anger, and pain.
“Who would ever do such a thing..?” muttered Rock.
“I would.” A wolf appeared from behind some trees. Her fur looked purple/silver in the light of the moon that had just come up.
Despite almost all of the wolves being very dirty because of the fight, her fur was perfectly clean and smooth.
Rock and Yarrow jumped up and twirled around. “Who- who are you?” stuttered Yarrow.
“Who am I? I am Myriad, daughter of Blaze, the Great and Powerful Alpha! Who am I?? I am the fourth in command of the packs of Blaze! Who am I?! I am one of the greatest female warriors in all of the land! Who am I?!? I-”
“You are a betrayer and enemy of the Great Beast!” declared the Alpha, in a great and powerful voice. He stood atop the dell looking down on the three, and beside him was Yarrow’s father. The second in command was off somewhere fighting other wolves.
He lowered his tone. “And all enemies of the Great Beast who will not turn to him must be defeated.”
Myriad looked up and glared at him.
“Fool,” she hissed. “I cannot simply be defeated! I will never give up until I am dead! And killing me is no easy feat,”
She lunged for Yarrow’s neck, jaws open wide, but Yarrow’s father was ready, and leaped at her, knocking her down.
She growled and swiped at him.
He dodged, and she was again tackled, this time by the Alpha.
She quickly got up and shook herself, but, for the third time was knocked down, this final time by Rock.
The three male wolves surrounded her, and she frantically swiped at them.
They managed to corner her into a patch of trees.
“Give up,” warned the Alpha.
“Never!” hissed Myriad, forcefully.
She smiled slyly as Rock ran towards her. Then she arched her back, and her silver fur actually became silver.
He ran into her and was knocked out by the impact.
She leaped towards Yarrow’s father, but he swiped at her eye, the weak spot of her silver fur, causing a slight scar. This infuriated her even more, and she sprung at him, curled into a ball, and her pure-silver self crashed into him, and he too was knocked out.
Yarrow gave a cry and ran to help them both.
Next, she turned to the Alpha.
Myriad swiped at him again and again.
She craned her head forward and snapped at his neck, but he reared back, and slashed his paw on her shoulder, for at that moment her fur was not solid. Myriad yelped and reared back in pain, but then narrowed her eyes, arched her back, and bolted forward, jaws open.
Her mouth clenched down on his neck, and the rest of her body turned and rammed into his; at that exact moment she loosened her grip on his neck, and he was launched into a tree by the slam.
He painfully got up and looked her in the eyes.
“You can plainly see I am not easily stopped, I have killed many powerful wolves, and even have powers of my own, now, I say to you: give up, and pledge allegiance to Blaze, the Great and Powerful Alpha, and he will show you mercy,” offered Myriad.
Though he evidently had the disadvantage, the Alpha smiled gloriously.
“I admit you have won this battle, but there is a greater war beyond you, that can’t be stopped, and others will strike time and time again; there is a great pack, soon to be on the move, sent to destroy the evil you and your master cause!
“Though I will not be there physically for the time you will be destroyed, I will know from above what will happen. I must leave my physical body now, but I will go to a much greater place, where my master is, the One True Alpha…
“Yes, I see it now, oh, and how beautiful it is….”
He sighed, contentedly, and then he breathed no more.
“Fools! Fools! You’re all fools!! You should have just given up!!!” cried Myriad, desperately.
She clenched down on a stick that was lying on the ground and flung it at Yarrow, who had managed to heal most of her father’s and brother’s cuts and bruises.
Yarrow ducked and sprung to the side.
She dodged several of Myriad’s attacks and shook her brother and father awake.
The three got up triumphantly and faced the daughter of Blaze.
“We are not the fools, Myriad, you are,” declared Yarrow.
Yarrow placed her paws firmly on the ground, plants wrapped around her legs, and her eyes glowed green.
She glared at Myriad, and instantly tons of vines and plants flung their tips at her, whipping her again and again.
She managed to turn her fur into silver again, protecting her from many scars, but they kept on coming, and she was forced back.
A weed went straight towards her snout, but she bit down on it and pulled it out of its roots. Long strands of grass wrapped themselves around her front left leg, and pulled, making her fall.
On the ground, she was facing the direction of where everyone else was fighting and finally saw how the battle was going: her eyes widened, as she saw her pack nearly completely defeated.
“You see? You have already lost. The victory is ours!” exclaimed Yarrow’s father.
Myriad growled and glared at them.
“This is not the last you’ve seen of me, the wolves of Blaze will return to destroy you!!” she hissed. Myriad then got up, howled, and ran into the night, followed by her remaining wolves.
And that was chapter two of my book!
Speaking of my book… This is the last notification about the snippet series for my book. I still have six people who voted. You all get till Sunday, and if there are not ten votes, bye-bye snippet series! Maybe months later from now I’ll give it another try. 🙂
Present number two! A poem! Ahem…
God, Father, and King
He is God, Father, and King;
To Him, and only to Him, will I truly sing.
His voice makes the thunder cower in fear;
It silences those who taunt and jeer.
Who is greater than He?
The One who can make the strongest of men cease to be?
No one can be;
For He is Great.
He can knock down any gate.
His name conquers kingdoms,
And turns uncountable armies into simple sums.
He cannot be defeated by whip, nail, or knife;
He speaks planets to life!
Who is greater than He?
No one can be;
For He is God, Father, and King.
*sits back, sighs* Ah, that was nice… wait, we’re still live?? Whoops!
Alrighty, now for the final gift! It’s not much, but it’s kinda the candy in the gift pile. 😉
A funny and real view on life!
That moment when you are running on a treadmill in your backyard, and there are people working on your house, and you get to see them use a FLAMETHROWER.
Well, that was all! Your welcome. If none of this is wanted, I have the receipt! Here it i- wait, where is it..?
I know I put it somewhere around here… is this it? Ugh, no, that’s just the flamethrower…oh, so that’s where I put that limousine! Um, I can’t find it so I guess you’re just gonna have to be grateful for what you got!
Oh, but let’s not forget the real reason for Christmas: the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I’m sure it’s been said a lot, but try to really listen this time. God sent His one and only truly perfect son, Jesus. Jesus was born as a real, human baby, lived a real, human, perfect life, and then died a very painful -yet worth it- death. He loves us that much and so much more. And he knows and has experienced, human life.
So, happy, like, fifth thousandth birthday, Jesus!!!
With God’s Help,
Daniel L. Amador
CREDIT TO DANIEL L. AMADOR FOR ALL PHOTOS IN THIS BLOG POST.