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This is what I wrote today from The World of Otherworld (Urban Fantasy)
9 – Teddy Boy gets The Sword
The McMurray tomb was desolate in the dark
As Ted Hallet approached it’s door.
The cave-carved-out mausoleum
Was surrounded by much folklore.
The locals claimed a monster inside,
Was guarding a sword made of stone
And any who ventured into that entrance
Would forever be alone.
Ted Hallet had seen and fought much worse
Than anything the cave could offer,
So instead of risking the entire group
He had decided that he would saunter-
Into the tomb and retrieve the sword,
The others so desperately needed.
To rid Ballyshannon of the Beithir-
And they all to him conceded.
Once inside the tomb’s dank interior,
Ted shivered from cold.
He sniffed around using his wolf-senses,
And detected nothing but mold.
He silently crept through the rocks,
And passed a few coffins when,
His nose got a whiff of a foul-smelling beast.
It was off to the races then.
In the dark he relied heavily on his sense of smell.
The monster was on his heels!
One wrong move and he’d crash into a wall,
Or trip and become a meal!
He felt the adrenaline changing him
And his wolf-side began to manifest.
It wouldn’t be out of control without the moon.
But he subconsciously tried to resist.
The beast caught up to him just as-
His claws were fully formed.
He bit and scratched at the scaly beast,
And tried to feel its form.
It seemed like tendrils swirled around,
With no body connecting them all,
But he couldn’t be sure the body wasn’t further-
Back into the tunnels and halls.
But then the beast let out a scream,
A terrible blood-curdling shriek.
And held onto Ted as if-
It was being dragged backwards by another beast.
Ted clawed at the beast holding onto him,
And he was nearly full wolf-form.
The beast let go and staggered back into the darkness,
Pulled by something larger with horns.
The beast with tendrils spat out a sword
That clattered to the ground with a thunk.
Ted grabbed it in his wolf-paws,
And bolted out of that cave that now stunk-
Of worse things than can be described in words,
As the creatures shrieked and writhed.
And when he got out of the tunnel too,
He was thankful the he had survived.
He took a deep breath, and his wolf-form,
Slowly began to decay.
He looked at his prize he clutched in his paws,
And knew he had won the day…
But then he looked at those terrible claws,
And the thinning plots of gray fur.
And he remembered the pain of being a monster,
And felt remorse for the creature who for sure-
Meant only to do what it was created for,
In protecting this ancient long-blade.
He sighed as the last of his wolf-form passed,
And then ran back through the glade.
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