Chapter - The Grey Wolf and The White Bird

=The Merripen Chronicles = 

 Chapter

           The Grey Wolf and The White Bird

  Merripen stumbled into his room. Exhausted. Blood coming from wounds he didn’t remember receiving. All he remembered was running. From what? Those ghosts would have to wait. He stumbled to the mirror and looked at his reflection. The reflection seemed to be fighting over the image. His face scared and broken from too many sleepless nights and a face of pure beauty. Both were him, but not right now. He didn’t want to see them right now. Mingan and Efrain, he called them. The Grey Wolf and the White Bird. Merripen gave up on trying to see himself, the Merripen of now. The bloody one. He stumbled to his bed and crawled on top of the comforters. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but did so anyways.

In his dream, he was walking through the greenhouse near the jade-green buds of strange flowers that he hadn’t seen there before, but accepted them there anyways. There was Basir Manachem in front of him, speaking in a strange language. Merripen could almost understand him, then his tone changed and they were on the lawn again. This time he could understand the Basir. He was speaking in Merripen’s native tongue. A language only him and his father could only really speak in, had the vocal capacity to speak in, but he was speaking it if it were his first language. He was saying nothing that Merripen took much heed to, just some old myths his father had told him when he was just a kid about shadows and disappearances of others. Living inside these walls most of his life he didn’t believe much in those stories. Kids would believe anything, right? He hadn’t seen the shadows, so what was the point?

Those doubts were cut off by cool hands shaking him awake.

“Merripen?”

  wakes him up. [anybody but Elizabeth(unless it’s in a delirium dream state where he thinks it’s her. He just killed her.) wakes him up.

 

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