The Moon’s Fate

By Michaella Simone Anderson

 

     If you like happy stories, don’t read this. In fact don’t even read my work, for I write about dark and unspeakable things like lost souls and creatures from the pits of hell. Well anyway back to the point of this story. They say that wolves came from the moon, and all humans came from wolves… and will end with them as well. This is their story.

 

    Before time began there was only the sun, the earth, the moon, and the stars. Then the moon gave birth to a creature with mystical power. They ruled the earth. They were powerful, smart, kind and socially friendly. They grew lonely of just their kind so they made a creature that walked on only two legs and could speak. They relied on each other and formed a brotherhood. Soon the new creations tried to change them, the wolves didn’t mind. But soon the new creations hunted the wolves and their prey, and then killed wolves for going after the only other food they could find. The new creations had turned on them, so they did the same. The wolves then found the power once lost of how to shape shift. They turned into the new creations: some to stay forever, some just to get a meal and some that were to dignified to even think of changing into, in their opinion, the worst craters ever. Now, 100 years later wolves are extinct… at least the ones still in wolf form.