Panther's Teeth

My life was never the same after a found out that I was gifted! Not like the super smart, or talented, or some weird disorder, gifted. What I mean, is that unusual, supernatural kind of gifted. I know the stories and the rumors, but very few to anyone in the world believes in such power, another way to say this is that, everyone thought things like this is just an old myth, which was started from anyone who could think up a good story. Nobody really knows when this myths, and tales were started, because no one could ever survive that long.

The title of this story is the Panther’s Teeth, because panthers and teeth are really important and is a great title for some weird reason. This story could also be called the Eagle’s Claws, but claws aren’t very important, and I like the title Panther’s Teeth so much better. I know you may be wondering about my gifts, but those must wait a little while, because I first must tell you where I live. I know, that part isn’t very important or interesting, but a story must never begin without a proper beginning, or I really meant was setting. I’m making things complicated now, so really it is where my home, life, story, and everything important in this story is going to happen. Yah, yah, I say too much, but if this was somewhere else it wouldn’t make sense or may be a different story altogether.

I live in a small, okay, a medium size town, it isn’t giant or big, and isn’t small, just in between. This town is surrounded by trees, or in another word our town is in the middle of a dense, giant forest. It’s a nice long, scenic drive to the city, and rarely anyone ever goes there. When they do leave, it is usually for work, and some earends that can’t be done here. Well, we have a gas station, a tiny, but good one, and a market. We have a grocery store, and a lot of small others, like a tool store, a camping supplies store, a relator, a bank, and I think that’s it.

Of course we have a small fire department, and most small towns don’t, and the only reason we do, is because the whole place would be burnt to the ground by the time the fire trucks from the main city ever reach us. Oh, and the police and fire station is really the same place and so do the people working there, so if we have any problem at all, we go to them. There is a hotel, a boarding house (kind of like an apartment, but it is only a room and a bathroom), and a big school, because ours is even better than the city’s so a few kids come from up there, but the rest come from the nearby towns who doesn’t have a school at all. We also have a collage, but most people don’t stay that long. This town also had a small hospital/doctor’s office, for any big emergencies, because anything extreme, won’t last as half the drive to the city.

The everywhere, but deep in the forest, is a safe place to be, there’s are no crooks. Not only will the crooks get attacked by the bears, wolves, elk, and other animals that live deep in the forest, everyone knows each other. Strangers are always kept under a watchful eye of someone, until they pass some weird inspection. I know, the town sounds like it’s full of creeps, and strangers always feel unwelcome at the beginning, but it’s all for safety reasons. All of the houses have yards in the front and the forest behind them, and none of houses are small, but a good size, and some rich people have big ones. Most of them face a not so busy street, that twists and turns throughout the whole town.

This is the nicest place I’ve ever known, but then again, I only lived in one other place all my life. In California they keep you fenced in at school, teachers were tough and the yard didn’t have single spot of grass. California is really polluted, that sometimes the sky is orange with yellow fog, instead of nice blue skies up here. I love it up here, and think the only time I will move is then that far away city decides to make us like them with the towering building on all sides and cars rushing everywhere. There isn’t a place there where you can just sit under a tree in the shade and listen to the quite of nature. There is magic in the air where I live, just natural magic!

I almost forgot to tell you one of the most important things, and that it the town’s name is Strawberry Birds of Dancing Creek Way! No not really, but that would be a cool name and all, but towns name are dull, remember? Like Seattle, or San Diego, always after someone famous. This town is a little different! Our little town is called Willow’s Creek, because there is a big old Willow tree in the center of the town, older than all of the other trees. Our so called founder of the town, stumbled across the tree, and thought it was so magnificent that he named the town after the Willow. And the creek thing was easy, because there Blue Bird Stream run from the forest and down by the Willow tree and through the town before heading back into the forest. So there is always a green spot line through the center of the town on either side of this sparkling water way. It may seem very unusual, but that it what makes this town so special, pretty, and amazing.

I moved to Willow’s Creek when I was five, and I was given my cool gifts here. Here is a great force of happy and loving power. That must come from the trees and the stream, and of course our sacred willow tree honored every year by the town at the beginning of summer, or Summer Solstice. There is tons of food, and games, and a couple of chosen people will dress up real fancy and dance and give speeches about the town. Six people will come up, two princesses and two princes and one king and queen. It is always the children! And even if it rains, the party is still held in the old Ballroom/Courthouse, but everyone calls it the Old Courthouse. It was built, because there were a couple of crimes that were really major for the town taken place. But it is also a ballroom, because they didn’t want to waste the building as only a courthouse, and everyone on the town loved dancing those days, so they made it onto a ballroom, too. This building was only used for really special occasions, so school dances always take place at the school.

My family moved here to find some place relaxing, with a vacation almost every day. I think they also came here, because of the mysterious death of my grandparents on my mom’s side. I heard of curses, but no one ever believes in them anymore. My grandmother told me when I was four, right before her death, or more of mentally, which was strange. But she told me somehow, without anyone hearing, was about an ancient curse that lived with the family for many years, and that it hadn’t come true until today.

She said, “My darling granddaughter! A prophecy was told, that the chosen one would come once again in the cold. The Elders would suffer to keep thy safe, until thy age of six-teen was the trace. Parents will be with, to love and to care, only to make way for thy destiny in thy thin winter air. Another will help, and a lover he is, but don’t be fooled he’s dangerously different from the rest of the kids. Together you are strong and away you are weak, and against each other is no match to meet. Fight against evil from now until dawn and allow others to live on. Not until a many a year, from your time, to the next gifted one.”

Now that I’m older, I think I know what it means. I’m the chosen one for some reason, and my grandparents died to protect me against something, but this protection only lasted until I’m sixteen, but after moving here, no bad people could find me. Someone else is going to help me, but he is also dangerous, and it seems that there is a fight to be faught with his help to make us strong. So we fight something evil, and save people, I think that how it goes, but it almost seems to change every time I hear it, and that is like, every day, ever since my sixteenth birthday. And that is not fun, trust me.

I hear this every night whether I want to or not, in my head of course, but it’s very strange. And not only that, but Very Annoying. Think about this pretty, little voice of some stranger telling you this every night right before you can fall asleep. It is annoying, creepy, and weird. So no matter how hard I try to forget, I can’t because I hear over and over. I seem to understand the message, but I guess who ever is telling me this doesn’t want me to forget, or else they will give me a weeks break without the little voice in my head. You have to understand how irritating this is.

Before anything else, you need to know who I am, and more to know what I am. You don’t know what I look like, if I have siblings, what my parents are like. Nada, none, zip, kaput! And to begin any story, you of course need to know who the main characters are, and what they look like. If you are like me, in which I love stories with a lot of detail, so you can picture the story in your head. I either feel like the main character, or I’m watching the whole story as a TV show or a movie. So let’s get this party, um, I mean story started!