From The Ashes

                                                                             Hope

Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of funny if you think about it considering the situation me and countless other from my little village are in. I was thrown in here three days ago for getting caught stealing bread from one of the merchants. You see thirty years ago werewolves took over complete control when their new leader took his place as alpha.Us humans are now slaves to there kind we work in there houses and castels for little to no pay. We have no choice but to bow down as they are the supirior speices. They see us as weak, useless and compared to them we are.

Ive heard rumors about the new alpha since i was a child.They call him the destroyer and for good reason. Hes a ruthless creature and rules with an iron fist full of hate for humans. The children in the orphange i grew up in would tell stories of how he would kill with out remores. One said she watched him rip a mans head off for disobeying a direct order. My mother was killed when i was six years old for dropping a plate of food she was order to deliver to one of the high ladies in the castel. So i was sent to live at the orphanage untill i was old enough to be put to work like all the other parentless children of the servants. But i ran before they got the chance to send me to be a sevrvant for these beast. Ive been running ever since stealing what i needed and hidding in a old abandion meat shack just outside of the village. I just turned twenty one a week ago. How stupid i was to think i could escape my fate. 

The door to the dounge yanks open and the shouting of two men telling everyone to get to their feet rips me from my thought of how i ended up here. I straighten my shoulders and take a slow deep breath ready to walk to my death. i know my fate and ive expected it. "God if you can hear me just make it quick" i whisper to myself. My eyes snap forward to the sound of my cell door being yanked open. My hands shake as the werewolf infront of me pulls me from my cell. At 5'4 and 110 pounds its pointless to put up a fight.They dont call them beast for nothing. Hes about 6ft and built like a tank. His name is garret i think. He smells of stale Ale and rotten cheese " your god cant help you here little one" he whisper in my ear his hot breath hitting the side of my face. "fuck you "  i spit back the hatred evadent in my face im sure. Im shoved to my knees with the sound of his miniacale laugh ringing in my ears. My knees burn pain radiates from them, i can feel the rocks cutting into my skin. "deep breaths hope its all most over" i think to myself.They wont break me."Show no weakness" my mothers words scream at me inside my head.

I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

Im yanked from the ground and my head feels light. The room spinning from moving to quicklly. My body weak from lack of food. Im shoved forward with the rest of the prisiones. Cold air hits my face as we all cram together down the long hallway and up the stairs exiting the the dounges .The little girl next to me grips the fabric of my worn and tattered dress "where are they taking us" she whispers.Her blonde hair is tangles and dirty. Big brown eyes tired, the evidence of malnurishment clear in her small frame. " i dont know but its going to be okay" dont be afraid" i tell her wrapping my chained arms around her as we walk. Not that my comfort will do her any good but at least it seams to to ease the worry in her face just a bit. She's probably an orphan just like me. 'whats your name" i ask her".  My heart aches for her this kingdom has no sympathy for child hell humans ingenral." molly" she whispers looking up at me. Whatever fate awaits us i hope it is painless but we all know better than that.