I'm not sure how many characters can go into thes, oh, it says down there LOL well, I'm not really looking for too much critique here. I'm not the best writer, but I have fun. but I will say that I have bad spelling that the spell check doesn't always pic up. ^_^ well, here's teh prolouge. My storry is called "The Fire Amulet"
A streak of lightning flashed outside Adima’s small cottage. The light illuminated her house with a sharp electric blue. Rain beat at the shingled wooden roof, nearly nulling Adima to sleep as her head sank down. The sound of clashing thunder brought her awake again. Muttering to herself, she said, “I’m never goin’ at get this bloody quilt done.” Sighing, she placed the knitting needles down and rested her ancient stiff paws. Closing her eyes, she leaned back in her cedar rocking chair.
The sudden sound of a knock on her front door, accompanied by a flash of lightning, surprised the old, greying Jackal woman. Slowly the old woman lifted herself up onto her arthritis stricken legs. Gradually she made it to her door, with the aid of her oak walking cane. She drew her square peeping hole open and shouted “Who is it?”
The site of a shivering wolf all bundled up greeted her eyes. “Please ma’am, let me in. Please! She is so cold!” The woman wolf shouted. She cradled a bundle of cloth to her breast. Hesitantly the old jackal let the wolf in. Adima’s heart went out to the poor thing when she saw how drenched she was. Adima figured the wolf had to be no older than ten and seven. Her golden brown fur clung to her like the cloak around her shoulders. In her arms she held tight the tiny bundle.
“Come in!” Adima said. The young wolf girl staggered in. Adima gasped when she saw that her left leg was soaked in blood. Most of her leg looked much like ground meat. It sickened Adima, and she wondered what horrible tragedy had befallen the young wolf. Taking another step forward, the wolf collapsed. Adima managed to catch her, but her old disease ridden bones nearly failed her. Ever so slowly Adima walked the woman to her bed.
As she rested her on the bed, the wolf grabbed Adima’s cotton cloak and pulled her
close. “You have to take her,” said the girl, coughing a bit. “I… I won’t live through the night.” the wolf releases her and held the bundle up with weakening arms. A tiny cough emitted from the layers of cloth. Timidly Adima took the bundle and slowly unwrapped it. She gasped when her eyes fell upon a tiny wolf pup. All fiery orange and barely a day old.
“You have a child?” Adima asked as she stared at the little thing. The wolf nodded. “You have to stay well to look after it!” said Adima. The wolf shook her head weakly. “You must!”
“No” whispered the wolf. “I won’t live. He has poisoned my flesh” the wolf stared at her with stunning ice blue eyes, eyes so beautiful but lacked the spark of life of her age. All Adima could see was a pain so deep that she couldn’t’ begin to imagine what had caused it. “you must take her,” the wolf whispered. Adima looked back to the bundle, whit the fiery pile of fur within. She felt her heart melt. Children had been a dream of Adima’s past, a dream never realized.
Adima glanced up as the wolf weakly began searching her wet cloak. “You must take this too,” she whispered as she pulled out a necklace. Adima couldn’t help but stare at the gem that sat in the palm of the wolf’s paw. Attached to a thin gold chain was a red amulet. The amulet seemed to glow with an inner fire of its own. It captivated Adima.
Adima was surprised when the wolf moved it in her direction. “Take it. Zenoc can’t ever get it.: the wolf whispered. Hair bristled all over the old jackal woman. That name. Zenoc. He was the one that had shot her mate through the heart with an arrow many years ago
“But why?” Adima asked as she took the amulet. It was warm to the touch.
“He just can’t.” the woman whispered. As the old jackal tried to ask more questions the wolf stopped responding. Adima watched as her breathing ceased. Pressing an ear to the wolf’s chest found nothing, not even a heart beat. Tearfully, Adima looked to the young pup. “Oh dear sweety. What should I do?”