Okay so, I decided to take another one of my stories from wattpad and post it on here lolll. My wattpad is @redstarnights if you want to follow it hhh. I wrote the Living Legend in 7th and 8th grade, and I'm going to be posting it without any renovation so it's going to be bad. Also, the names of the characters are dumb and weird. But anyways, enjoy!

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I was running, running, and running. From what you say? Wolves. Long fangs, matted fur, and sharp claws. My feet get stabbed by every twig, my face, too. My black long hair sticks to my back as sweat trickles down my forehead. A wolf snarls behind me and bites my ankle, making me fall down. So I hobble/run as fast as I can. The trees are getting thicker and harder to swerve past. My lungs and muscles ache so bad, but I push forward anyways. Sharp claws tear my arms and legs like knives. The wolves are ganging up on me and-

"AHHHHGGGHH!" I scream sitting upright in my black bed. Breathing heavily, I look around checking for wolves and trees. I look in the mirror. No cuts from twigs. Same old green-eyed black haired me. There's also no bite on my ankle. Phew. I think, it was all just a dream. I'd been having that dream a lot lately, I don't know why. Suddenly my mom comes rushing into my room, her hazel eyes showing fear and worry.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" She asks, sitting down on my bed and stroking my hair.
"Yes mom, I'm sure. Just that dream again." I reply pushing her hand from my hair. She does a sigh of relief.
"Okay, well its morning anyways. You can eat if you want to." She takes one last glance at me before hurrying out of my room. I sigh and roll my eyes. My mom is just so overprotective. Jumping out of my bed, I take my hair brush and use it to pull my hair up into a messy bun. Walking to the middle of my room, I pull on a steel handle on the ground(That would have been heavy for normal humans), revealing my closet. Reaching down, I pull out a Red tank top and black shorts.

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"Lenaia, Lenaia, Lenaia!" My younger sister chants while walking downstairs.
Great, now she's come to bother me. I think while rolling my eyes. My sister is eleven, with caramel brown hair and hazel eyes, like my mother. She gets her hair from our father... Only he died a few years ago. He was in the street, playing basketball with me. He threw the ball, but he missed and ran across the street, trying to get it. But at the same time, a car sped down the street and hit him. I had to look away. I couldn't look at him. I wouldn't.

The tears flood to my eyes, making my vision blurry. Knock it off, I tell myself as I squeeze the tears back into my eyes. Snapping out of thought, I turn to my sister, only to see her giving me a weird look. I narrow my eyes at her.

"What!?" I snap making her jump like five feet in the air. I chuckle at the sight.
Well, I just wanted you to make a fire in the fireplace. Its cold! I hear her think.

Raising an eyebrow I say, "Well, instead of chanting my name, you could have just asked me."
"Okay! Let's go!" She grabs my wrist and pulls me to the fireplace. I pull my wrist out of her grasp and turn to the brick fireplace. Rubbing my hands together, I force them out in front of me, and fire shoots out, landing perfectly in the fireplace. Looking over at my sister, I see her eyes, which look as big as saucers.

"Pretty!" She exclaims, and laughs. I laugh along with her.

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"Goodnight, sweetie." My mom tucks me in and kisses me on the forehead.
"Night, mom." I wrap my arms around her. I let go when she walks out the door and closes it softly.
I turn over and think about what happened today and smile. Some days are good.