Another of my daughters stories. :)
Celina and the Ancient Stone
By Elizabeth
Celina look worriedly out her window.
“Do you think the Black Carriage will come for me?”
Celina’s mother shook her head.
“They are very random. You have been in this same house for your whole life. They have been here for nine years. And have they taken you yet? No! You are perfectly safe, my darling.”
Celina lay down in her soft bed. Her mother asked the Maker to keep them safe, and then kissed Celina goodnight. Mother gave a soft blow to the candle and left the room. A few minutes later, the front door burst open. A fang entered the house. He stopped at Celina’s door. Two fangs broke down her door. They grabbed Celina and took her outside. One fang threw her into the ghastly mouth of the Black Carriage. They slammed the door, and Celina looked out the window as tears dripped down her cheek. The homey cottage was already out of sight. She wished for the best to her mother, and silently sobbed, as the Black Carriage tore her away from every she knew. The carriage rattled toward a large sea. That sea, she remembered, was where she played in as a child. Before the fangs came and took Papa away. She was thirteen now, and she was not living further. Those were her last thoughts before she fell asleep.
Celina woke up to wild applause and stamping of feet. A fang opened the carriage. It motioned for her to come out and stand in a line. A hooded creature stood next to an iron box. It spoke quietly to a little boy in line. A man with claws sat in a cage near him. A girl stepped forward. “Me first!”
The creature nodded. The girl spoke quietly with the creature. Then the creature let her in the box. An odd melody came from inside. A red light flashed and the girl came out. Yet, she wasn’t a girl. She was a fang. But this fang was like a wolf. The hooded creature turned toward the man in the cage. “I will set them free if you agree to meld.”
The man shook his head. “No. No, no, no, no. Must…protect...Wingibys.”
The hooded creature nodded. It looked around. Its gaze fixed on a sandy haired boy.
“You. Would you like to have power?”
The boy nodded.
The creature spoke in a sickly-sweet voice. “What is your name?”
“Uhh…. Weaver.”
The man in the cage suddenly screeched. A wolf fang slapped its paw over the man’s mouth. Muffled screeches erupted from the cage. They sounded to Celina like ‘Pink’ or ‘Ink’. The boy entered the iron box. The melody began again. Suddenly, the man sang the song too. The flash came again. But this time, the man changed too. But instead of becoming a monster, he had sprouted wings, and the craziness in his eyes was replaced with one word: Protect. The birdman grabbed the newly formed grey fang and flew off. Celina watched as he flew away. She wondered what was making the people change. She rushed toward the box. Inside was nothing but a dead wolf and a glowing, yellow stone. The fangs yelled something like “Take them to the factory!” She was seized, then flung somewhere, and fell unconscious. When she woke, she was in Dugtown. A man with a whip brought her into a large building. There she was forced to make fang weapons. There she ate only broth and slept on a hard bunk. And there, she met Sara Cobbler.
This was so good! I can't believe I missed this!