MINECRAFT

Life of a Wolf

Chapter Five

Griefers. I saw fire, arrows, blood, and a lot of gullible white wolves. I saw wolves in our pack being killed. I leapt out of my den and started slaughtering the griefers and the tamed wolves. Fire and explosions were all around me. Arrows flew past my head. I kept barking and slashing and biting and killing. More griefers kept coming in with more white wolves. I saw more grey wolves being killed around me.

I stayed focused on the enemy. Kill. Kill. Kill.

I saw Hurricane laying on the ground. Echo was hovering over her. He looked up at the griefer who had done it. He growled and pounced.

The griefer shot with his bow. The arrow hit Echo in mid air.

"Echo!" I yelled.

He was on the ground beside Hurricane. I rushed over. There was an arrow straight through his chest.

Echo was dead.

I felt anger surge through me. I knew the names of everyone who had died.

I felt anger. Hatred. I felt more powerful.

My eyes started to glow. My right eye blue and my left eye golden.

Griefers and white wolves stared at me. A ring of fire burst up around us.

The fire wall being twenty foot high, it would be impossible to escape.

I knew I had a huge advantage. I looked at the griefer who had killed Hurricane and Echo. I could see terror in his eyes. I pounced. I bit and slashed so fiercely that I understood the name:

Wolf from Hell.

When I looked at the remains, his head was separated from his body. I looked at the white wolves around me. Some were filled with so much terror and fear that the ran straight through the fire. I heard them die on the other side of the wall. Some ran at me. I slaughtered each one who approached. When I thought they were all dead, the ring of fire disappeared.

I looked up and saw one very small white wolf. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. He finally came out of his shock and ran away.

I walked over to Echo. He was lifeless… but just when I saw that he was lifeless, he was breathing again. He looked at me and said this:

"Have a good life."

Then his eyes closed as he stopped breathing.

I remembered what my mother had told me just before she died:

"Have a good life."

"Have a good life," I repeated.

"Have a good life."

The End...

Or is it?