Legend of the Wolf Girl 2: A New Evil

Timber reached Tessie’s house within no time because she was running as fast as she could. She knocked on the door with her paw, trying to get in as soon as she could. Tessie opened the door and smiled at Timber.

“Grandma!” Timber barked, out of breath.

“Come in, come in,” Tessie said, stepping out of the way.

Timber entered the house and Tessie shut the door behind her.

“What’s the matter...?” Tessie asked.

“She’s... She’s...” Timber said, panting.

“Sit,” Tessie said.

Timber sat down on the floor. Tessie sat down as well.

“Now, take a deep breath... Relax... It’s safe here...” Tessie said.

Timber stopped panting and relaxed.

“Good... Now what was it you were trying to say?” Tessie asked.

“Lillian’s alive, grandma!” Timber said.

“She is?! That’s great!” Tessie said.

“Yeah... She’s grumpier than usual though...” Timber said, showing her bitten up ears.

“Oh dear... She did that...?” Tessie asked.

“Yeah... And she wouldn’t let me go free at first...” Timber said.

“I wonder how she’s avoided getting caught...” Tessie wondered out loud.

“Me too! She wouldn’t tell me anything! She never does!” Timber said.

“Maybe she’s just afraid that everyone will copy her and end up getting her caught?” Tessie suggested.

“Maybe... She’s well fed though! She told me she’s been hunting. I can totally understand that, the woods are full of prey currently,” Timber said.

“Hmm... Well, I’m glad she’s well... I just wish she’d come here. It’s always safe here...” Tessie said.

Timber nodded her head.

“More people are missing?” Tessie asked.

“Yes... I have a feeling that the list is going to keep getting longer...” Timber said.

“Unless the culprit is caught...” Tessie said.

“Do you have any ideas?” Timber asked.

“Hmm... Maybe you could go ask the blacksmiths for a sword. I hear they make great swords,” Tessie said.

“What for?” Timber asked.

“You may need to protect yourself...” Tessie said.

“Oh... Of course... But Lillian doesn’t have a sword and she’s alright...” Timber said.

“You aren’t Lillian. You are Timber. And while I greatly admire your bravery...you lack the strength needed to fight against something this strong...” Tessie said.

“I’ve never used a sword before...” Timber said.

“I remember when I received my first sword... It should come naturally to you...” Tessie said, thinking back to her past.

“When should I go?” Timber asked.

“If you want... You could go now... But try to return by sunset... Or stay at the blacksmiths’ shop if you cannot get out,” Tessie said.

“Alright, grandma... Thank you!” Timber said and got up.

She wasn’t just excited to try out using a sword; she was also very pleased to see Ronald again. She left the house.

“Stay safe, Timber...” Tessie called.

Timber ran across Fairwood Field and past a strange bridge in the middle of the field. There wasn’t a gap or a river for the bridge to be built across, it was just there.

“Hmm... I wonder what this thing is for...” Timber said.

She shook her head and kept running, the evening light making her fur look like golden fire once again. It was almost twilight by the time Timber reached Mountain Foot Village, an odd village built at the base of an active volcano. There was nobody outside. Nobody dared to be out this late... Not with the evil lurking in the shadows... Timber easily recognized the blacksmiths’ shop and went to the door. She knocked on the door with a paw.

An older man answered the door. He stared silently at Timber for a moment. Then, a huge smile appeared on his face. He held up a finger signaling that he’d be right back. He returned with Ronald at his side.

“Hi, Timber! What are you doing way out here?!” Ronald asked.

“My grandmother sent me,” Timber said.

The man wrote something on a board and handed it to Ronald. He read it and shook his head no. The man took the board back, erased the first message and wrote a new one. Ronald read it and nodded his head yes. The man nodded in reply.

“Come in!” Ronald said.

Timber got up and entered the building. The man closed the door behind her, locking it.

“Timber, this is my father. He’s mute, so please excuse him,” Ronald said.

“I see. That’s alright,” Timber said, smiling.

“So... Why have you come?” Ronald asked after reading another message from his father.

“My grandmother suggests I get a sword from you guys,” Timber said.

“A sword? Lucky for you, we’re just melting some metal to make a sword with! It should be ready within moments!” Ronald said.

He looked to his father for approval and his father nodded his head yes.

“Come watch!” Ronald said after reading another message.

Timber followed Ronald and his father to the back room where there was a molting pot of melted metal. Ronald put on goggles and heat resistant gloves, his father did as well. They grabbed the pot together and poured the first half into the mold.

“We need something from you, Timber,” Ronald said.

“What?” Timber asked.

“A very long strand of your hair,” Ronald said.

“Really?” Timber asked.

“Your hair contains some of your magic, magic is good for swords,” Ronald said.

“Take it then,” Timber said.

Ronald searched for and plucked the longest strand of Timber’s hair from her head, laying it in the center of the cooling metal. The hair glowed for a few seconds. Ronald and his father poured the rest of the metal on top of the strand of hair. They put the pot down and begun hammering away at the new sword with their mallets.

“What are you going to use for the hilt?” Timber asked.

“You’ll see. We’ve already got one made and it should fit nicely,” Ronald said.

The two kept hammering away at the metal, fusing the two halves together. Timber watched in amazement. After awhile of hammering at the sword, the two men wiped the sweat from their foreheads and admired their work.

“Making swords again?” a lady asked, standing near the wall.

Ronald’s dad smiled at her and wrote her a message.

“I see! Don’t tell me you actually yanked her hair out...” the lady said.

Ronald’s dad wrote a new message and showed her.

“Why?!” she yelled.

“It’s okay; I allowed them to. It’s for a good cause,” Timber said.

“You’re Timber Smith, aren’t you?” the lady asked.

“Yep!” Timber said.

“So sorry to hear about your sister... And your parents...” the lady said.

“She’s not gone! I saw her today!” Timber said.

“Well, that’s good,” the lady said.

“I was afraid she had been taken as well,” Timber said.

The two men took a shiny gold hilt with a padded handle and lined it up with the sword. They took a flamethrower and melted the metal again just enough to get the two pieces together. They fused them together and hammered on it again.

“That’s good!” Ronald said, smiling.

“It’s really pretty!” Timber said.

“Take it, I bet you’ll like the way it feels,” Ronald said.

Timber hesitated a moment nervously.

“Go on...” Ronald said.

Timber grabbed the sword by the hilt and held it up. A glow started emanating from both the sword and its wielder. Everyone else had to shield their eyes from the light.

“It feels great... It feels wonderful... It’s... It’s... Perfect!” Timber said, still glowing.

“The sword responded well to you, I see,” Ronald said, reading off of his father’s board.

“It’s as though I’ve always had this sword...” Timber said.

“Well, you can put it down now... Tomorrow after school you can practice with it,” Ronald said, noticing that it was very dark outside.

“Right... Do you have a spare room?” Timber asked.

Ronald nodded his head and led Timber to the guest room.

“Good night, Timber...” Ronald said as he left.

“Good night, Ronald!” Timber called. She had reluctantly put away her sword. However, she still felt warm and tingly from holding it.