Free The Red Moon: Moon Rising by J. M. Lyons Page A

the
     
mirror and barely recognized myself. My hair was always a bright
red color, only now it was a deeper red almost like the color of
     
blood. "Oh my god, I have white hair." I cried out softly. A perfect
     
streak of white flowed from the top of head all the way to the
     
bottom. My eyes were red too, like I was crying all night only not
     
as puffy.
     
"What in the world is going on?"
I demanded. "Well; when
     
you're ready, we can go outside and you can find out for yourself."
     
Tucker said standing up, slowly moving toward the door.
I sat up
     
on the makeshift bed that I laid on. My neck hurt like crazy, I
     
rubbed it a little and shifted to set my feet on the floor. I had no
     
shoes on; the feeling of dirt and sawdust pushed up from between
     
my toes.
     
I looked around the room; there were old mounted animal
     
heads lining the top of the little hut with it's fur hanging right below
     
it.
There was a small work bench filled with old rusty stuff; a
     
candle burned dimly at it's corner in a small cup. The floor was
     
covered in dust; and the cabin smelled dirty but oddly enough
     
there was a faint smell of apples; for the life of me, I couldn't figure
     
out where it was coming from.
     
I kept looking around, cringing at everything I saw. When I
     
looked at the old door where Tucker stood waiting, I noticed the
cracks in it shone a bright flickering light through it. I looked at
     
Tucker worriedly. "Don't worry Mia. I won't let anything happen to
     
you." He said, with a reassuring smile on his face. I slowly got up
     
and let my feet regain its composure. It felt like I hadn't used it in
     
days, as my muscles stretched with every movement of my toes.
     
"How long was I asleep?" I asked reaching out for Tucker to
     
help me. "You've been out for three days." He said helping me
     
walk forward. "What; for three days?" I said a little loudly.
"Yeah,
     
three days." He repeated.
He pushed the door open and slowly
     
helped me out through the door. I looked around and remembered
     
that I was last at uncle Tom's house. Just ahead were people that
     
I never seen before, sitting around the huge fire pit that was now
     
filled with wood, burning very brightly. The sun had just set as the
     
star's twinkled in the evening sky.
     
“Where's dad?" I asked Tucker who still had me by one arm.
     
"He's over there." He replied nodding his head, toward three men
     
standing in a circle. "Dad; she's up." Tucker called out.
"Mia, baby
     
are you ok?" He said, hurrying over to help me.
"Yeah, I think so."
     
I answered, still looking around at these strange people, who just
     
sat there staring at me.
"Who are all these people?" I asked, quietly so no one would
     
hear me. "This is the tribes elder counsel. There here to help."
     
He said, as we walked closer to a huge log positioned right in front
     
the fire pit.
"Come, sit." He said, pushing me closer to the log.
     
"Dad, I...I don't know what happened and this is really freaking me
     
out." I said, staring at all these new eyes looking at me.
"I know
     
baby, but hopefully we can explain some things to you to help you
     
understand what happened and what going on." He said, trying his
     
best to ease my fear.
     
As the darkness fell over us, and whatever small light was left
     
in the sky disappeared; I noticed a small white light shine in the
     
front yard, it looked like head lights. "Hi everyone, I'm Mia
     
Dawson." I said, with a slight wave. I tried to ease my nerves as I
     
sat down on the log and tried to get comfortable.
My back faced
     
the forest, it was a very unnerving feeling but I was alright.
     
"Hi Mia, you can call me Elder Wolf." Said a very big man,
     
who sat directly across from me. He wore a very big gray wolf
     
head on his head with it's fur covering his shoulders and back.
As
     
I smiled back and greeted him, I could remember seeing pictures
     
of old men who wore things like that