Dysnee was walking along the ocean shoreline. Her black elegant cape was swaying in the warm breeze. She took her hood off, something she rarely does, and sat down on the warm sand. Fela, her ice phoenix, was probably sitting on a cliff somewhere, feeling as free as a bird should. She looked out into the ocean and saw a dolphin jumping out of the water a while away. She whistled as loud as she could, and the dolphin swam as close as it could. Dysnee took off her cape, revealing a short sleeveless black dress. The cape dropped gently to the ground, and she began to swim towards the dolphin, which stood still in the water, waiting for her to come. She saw Fela flying in the blue sky and knew she would be okay when she went into the world of the dolphin. In a few seconds she was underwater, holding on to the dolphins back. The world of dolphins was unbelievable. Dysnee could see perfectly in the cold water. She saw coral reefs, and fish of all sorts. The dolphin swan straight threw a school of fish, making Dysnee wonder about there daily lives.
She always felt home in the water, she couldn’t remember a time when she couldn’t swim. Her earliest memory was she and her dad, not her new step-dad, swimming in the river near her house. She was three or four then, and that was probably the happiest time in her life besides now. Ever since her dad died, and her mother got remarried, things just started to get worse and worse. She wasn’t the only one who thought that either. Her brothers, Nuxx and Keer, complained about Kerth, her step-father, and all the time; Along with Teyia and Liota, her sisters. But she was the one who actually got away form her mom and the new manipulative, controllable person that she was supposed to call dad; which she never called him. In fact, at the time she was at home, she pretended Kerth wasn’t even there. In Kerth’s eyes, Dysnee was the bad one. The quiet one signified as the bad one, as usual.
She wanted to stay down there forever, but knew she couldn’t. She knew she had to take care of Fela, and be on her way towards her new and independent life. Eventually the dolphin came to the surface and Dysnee had to get off. That was the best start to her new life that Dysnee could’ve possibly imagined. She got off the dolphin and slowly walked to the shore. Before getting onto the land she waved good bye to the dolphin, which had already gone off into the ocean. She turned and saw her cape on the sand. She brushed off the sand and put it back on. Fela came flying down towards her just as she was about to get her tattered backpack and grabbed it with her talons before Dysnee could do anything.
“Fela,” She shouted at the blue bird, “Fela, give it back!”
But, the phoenix kept flying, and Dysnee chased her until Fela let it the now-in-worse-condition sack on the soft sand. Fela came flying down and landed on her shoulder. “You naughty bird, that mischief of yours is gonna get you into trouble someday.” While saying this, Dysnee was petting Fela’s beak, and the phoenix was overly enjoying it. “You spoiled bird,” Said Dysnee, “Come on, we don’t have all day.” With that, the girl and the bird wandered into the forest, which, supposedly, would lead them to a new life in the capital city. And for the millionth time Dysnee was glad she was on a way to a new life. The forest was the exact opposite of the ocean. The ocean was open, and warm. While the forest was packed in by trees and had a cold breeze going through it. Dysnee was cold, but she’s been through worse. She wrapped her coat tightly around herself and marched north, the way she was supposed to go. Then a few minutes later she heard a soft growling. As scared as she was, her curiousness bet her. She followed the sound and came upon a wolf fight. Though, these wolves were bigger then normal wolves. Their fur was messed up a tangled, they were panting really hard and all had dirt on them. There were four wolves in total; three on one side, and one alone. The lone wolf was obviously more exhausted. He, assuming it was a he, had dark brown fur that was tangled and all of over the place, big brown eyes and was panting repeatedly.
The other three were practically identical. All had black fur, yellow eyes and huge paws. The difference between them was their size. One of them was very small, the runt of the pack, another was a regular sized wolf, and the last wolf was abnormally big. Then the lone wolf howled, like it was a battle cry. It was so loud, it made Dysnee cover her ears, made Fela fly off and from where Dysnee was hiding she could smell the wolf breath- which she couldn’t smell before. The three other wolves looked unshaken; the battle cry did no effect. This is probably not what the wolf wanted. After the battle cry was done, the lone wolf took the first move and charged at the three wolves. The three wolves made a barricade so that it would be harder for the lone wolf to attack. Dysnee gave up watching and decided to stay where she was and just listen to the fight instead. She knew that someone was going to get badly injured, and didn’t want to see it. But the fight went longer then Dysnee thought it would. She couldn’t help herself; she just had to do something to stop the wolves from fighting. Quickly, she moved her hand in an odd gesture and water went flying towards the three wolves. Dysnee got up; the water had the exact effect she was hoping for. She said nothing, for she knew she would get herself in trouble if she did. The three wolves stared at her for a moment, their fur soaking wet, but eventually the three left the former battlefield. Dysnee looked around to see any signs of the lone wolf; she saw footprints leading east and headed that way, following them. Though she didn’t know why, she felt she had to help the lone wolf. She followed the footprints only to find that they lead into human footprints. At first, she thought it was odd. But she had heard stories about shape shifters; and she figured they could be real. The trail eventually led to a boy, he had shaggy brown hair and his skin was mocha colored. He wore a simple white t-shirt and old jeans on. His eyes were closed, and looked like he was sleeping. Dysnee saw his chest move up and down evenly with breaths. She didn’t know what to do, but then she saw a blood stain on his right pant leg. One of the other wolves must have hurt him. She thought.
“I know you’re there,” he said. His voice was tired and rough. She knew he wanted rest and probably didn’t want to be disturbed, but she figured it would be okay if she stayed around and helped him. There was an awkward pause, but eventually his eyes fluttered open and sighed. “Can I help you?” He asked. “Or are you just going to stare at me?”
“Sorry,” replied Dysnee. “Do you need help?” She said in a small voice. She wasn’t good at talking. Nor was she good with people, but she talked anyway.
“I don’t think so,” he said trying to get up. He was unsuccessful though. His leg was badly injured and the pain went through him as if he had a knife in his leg. Finally he gave up. “Okay, maybe I do need your help,” he said. “I’m Syren.”
“Dysnee,” She said. She started inspecting Syren’s wound. It was bad; the cut was from the thigh to the middle of the fibula.
“Dysnee, huh, interesting name,” He said. Obviously he hasn’t heard that name before, not that she was surprised but still.
“Thanks. Oh, and could you not move your leg around like crazy when I’m trying to heal it?” He was trying to find a comfortable position, but that just made it harder for Dysnee to help it.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he stopped moving his leg around now. The blood of the wound was leaking out of his body; Syren was losing a lot of blood.