Stories 2

Here's some stories I randomly wrote!

Sophia’s Beginning

Sophia had always heard eerie stories of coyotes, so she always stayed

close her herd. She sometimes heard them howling at night, as she tried to

sleep. She hated the yipping and the ferocious growls and the screeches

of coyotes catching their prey. She hoped it was never her that was their

prey.

One morning, she woke up to whinnies of horror. She gazed around, her

dark eyes laying on a swift glimpse of pale gold. She heard yipping and

gro- Wait, yipping?! She then realized it. Her herd was being attacked by

coyotes

“Run, Sophia, run for your life!!” Her mother shouted. She let out a screech

of

Pain as a coyote lunged for her side. She stomped on its tail.

“Blossom, come on!” Sophia shrieked to her sister. They ran and ran until

they could run no more. Sophia and Blossom plopped on the ground.

Horses don’t do that very often, they probably don’t do it at all, but Sophia

and her sister were so tired, they just had to.

They wandered for days and days, becoming thinner and thinner, and

weaker and weaker. It was hard on their own.

On a hot day, they awoke and heard a rustling sound.

“Blossom, do you hear that?” Asked Sophia.

“Hear what?” Replied Blossom. The rustling came again.

“That!”

Blossom’s ears twitched. “Now I do.” A shadow moved. “Run!” They ran

away from the shadow. There were a few trees where they were. They

ran towards a small, rocky mountain. The shadow was also there. Was

that a shadow? No, Sophia caught a glimpse of blue lightning. Then, an

eye appeared in the shadow. They heard a low growling. They were also

backed against three rocks, one on the left, one on the right, and one

behind them. Oh, no! Thought Sophia, We’re gone! An over-sized sliver and

white coyote stepped out of behind a rock. It was wearing a tail-coat. Also it

was wearing a little thing on its back. There were little wisps of pink around

its paws. It mumbled something. Wait, it could TALK? Sophia was stunned.

The shadow disappeared.

“I am Greely.” It… wait, no, he said, “I am the wolf Alpha, and I come from

Jamaa. A phantom escaped the deep, dark depths in Jamaa. You have

seen to much to stay here. I will call Mira.” He howled a screeching howl.

Suddenly, a beautiful, elegant, blue heron appeared.

“I am Mira. Come to Jamaa, please, and live in peace. I can’t promise you

to, though, because of the phantoms, but if you didn’t come, you would

either die of exhaustion , thirst, and possibly even starvation. In Jamaa, we

have more than you could imagine! Sophia-“

“How do you know my name?”

“I can see nearly everything. Okay, Sophia. You would become an Alpha.

Blossom. You would become a Jammer, just a Jammer, because you

wouldn’t have known to run if it weren’t Sophia. Still, being a Jammer is

better than dying. Most animals would trade their life for a Jammer’s.

“I guess we’ll come to Jamaa…” Said Blossom. Suddenly, Sophia found

herself in a beautiful place.