This is an incomplete, unedited story that came from a dream I had. There are several words and sentences in this section that I have highlighted. Those are the ones that I will work on. This is a story that takes place in Samara. Samara is the eastern middle country that borders the Yumaha River. Most of the country is mountainous, but at the easternmost peninsula, there is flatter ground with mostly rocky hills. This is where this story starts. It is very loosely based on Beauty and the Beast (not the disney version).
Rale froze. "What is this, a suicide attempt?" He turned slowly. The beautiful white wolf's eyes bored into him. As I asked the question again, the fur began to morph and change color. Almost immediately a young woman stood where the wolf had been a moment before. Her golden hair fell in perfect waves past her shoulders and the same stunning green eyes continued to search his own. "Ylva," he responded coolly. "Rale, why would you do this? Don't you dare go over that wall. What about the beast? You know as well as I do he'll kill you as soon as you set foot over there!"
"Maybe that's the point." he replied hardly.
"Why Rale?" He felt his heart breaking all over again as she looked at him so gently. Just as she used to...
"Don't you know?" he asked more softly. At this, she stepped back and moaned quietly. When she raised her eyes again, they were pleading with him. Immediately, they put him on his guard. He would not let those eyes fascinate him again. "Rale, please, forgive me and let go. Don't end your life because of me." Looking up, she saw his hard expression. Despair crumpled her face. "What makes you think this is all about you?" he asked haughtily. "I'm just tired of life. Tired of bullies like Krishnar; tired of murder; tired of my life. Beyond this wall lies something: even if it's death. Goodbye." He turned back to the wall. "Rale..." He paused. "Do something for me. Don't do anything overly idiotic." They both winced as she stammered to correct herself. "I mean, once you are over there, don't give them any reason to kill you. Try your hardest to stay alive...for me." Rale smiled the bitter smile she had grown so used to over the past few months. "You lost the right to use that line long ago." She sighed. "Ylva?" At his tone, she looked up hopefully. "Be happy in the life you have chosen. Don't mourn me." With that, he was gone. Sadly, Ylva smiled as she morphed once more into the white wolf.
Rale paused on the top of the wall to watch Ylva run. Turning, he gazed up at the gigantic crystal spiral that was the castle. For his entire life he had been taught to fear this enchanted tomb and the hideous Beast, enemy of all wolves, who lived inside. Looking up, he drank in the twilight sky, wondering if anyone would even remember him after a few years. Then he sighed and swung into the courtyard...straight into the middle of a group of patrolmen. They stared at each other for a moment. Rale slowly raised his arms.
Inside the castle, a huge shadow watched from the window. The Beast's paws clenched. A wolf had just come over the wall. A wolf in his castle. He smiled grimly. Not for long. He would enjoy dealing with this brash intruder. Being stuck inside the walls of the castle, he did not get any kind of revenge on the wolves very often. "Savor the moment." he told himself, "There won't be another like it for a long time." He whirled around, away from the window to his 'throne'. Soon, his guards would bring the prisoner for judgment. He wanted to look like a judge.
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