My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Longing

At 11:07 Rosse and I got home. Aunt Mary greeted us as we opened the door. He asked, why are you late for work? Rosse and I explained that we all had a small party, so it was a little late to go home. Aunt Mary accepted our explanation and told us to go to sleep. It's late at night and I still have to get up early tomorrow to go to school. Rosse and I went back to the room. Huams... I'm so sleepy. I took myself out on this comfortable mattress. It took me a few seconds to fall asleep.

At 03:00 in the morning I woke up to the sound of a knock from the window. Slow beats with a fairly slow but loud tempo in the ear. I looked at the window where the sound was coming from. The window curtain that was closed is now slowly shifting, like you who move it. It is less likely to be moved by the wind. Wind from where? The curtains were in the room instead of outside. I kept watching the window, still lying down.

There appeared a white shadow figure that was increasingly clearly visible on the window glass. Obviously, this figure is the spirit of a man. I instantly closed my eyes as the spirit glanced at us. Oh, naw. It seemed like that gaze was only on Rosse. Such a sad look was full of longing. Who her? I have never met him, but where? I opened my eyes slowly to look once more and ascertain who he really was. Unfortunately, the spirit has disappeared.

There was only one possibility that crossed my head. The spirit was Rosse's father who died four years ago. I don't really know the cause of Mr.'s death. Hartley. It was only Fang's father, mother, uncle, aunt and uncle who attended the funeral. My mother told me to go to the funeral. There are too many wandering spirits and I am still not very good at recognizing the Necromancy power that I have. All the spirits of the barren must have problems or needs left behind and want them to tuesday. They are still wandering in this world.

Unable to settle their own affairs, they will ask for help from Necromancy who does have the ability to see, communicate and summon the spirits. The spirit of someone who has died can see who has special abilities like us. Magic, beyond reason forces, night creatures and so on, are indeed intertwined with their world. The night world is arguably the link between the real world and the spirit realm.

Not all spirits are good. Among them there are also evil. For example, the spirit of vengeance. This spirit is one of the many types of spirits that are feared. The greater their grudge, the greater the supernatural power they possess. As a Necromancy must always be careful in helping these spirits. A little wrong life could be at stake. One more thing is very dangerous. If the desire of the spirit fails to be achieved then they will vent it on the helper. The spirit does not care about anything else except the purpose why it is still in this world.

The desire of every soul is not always good. Many of them have evil purposes such as revenge by wanting someone dead. Of course, this desire cannot be fulfilled. In order to deal with the case of the vengeful spirits, the Necromancy would force them to leave this world using certain spells and circle symbols. It takes more than four people to perform the return ritual. Therefore we who have this ability usually avoid places with the possibility of vengeful spirits. It was like a funeral, a scene of a fatal accident, a place where someone committed suicide and a hospital. Except, there are some urgent things that must go to these places.

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A dim morning with a gray sky accompanied by a cold wind blew. I forced myself to get out of bed with my eyes closed. Huams... I yawned a few times before the cold water touched my face. I used cold water to refresh me. Much more effective than a warm bath. Finish getting ready I'll go downstairs to the kitchen. There's already aunt Mary and Rosse enjoying breakfast. I greeted them. Aunt Mary said hello with a smile. While Rosse, he daydreamed while eating his breakfast. When I asked him why, he just said...

"I'm done. I left first," with a gloomy face he stepped away.

"Be careful on the road" said Rosse's unheard-of mother.

What's wrong with her? He was fine last night. "Auntie, Rosse why?"

"Don't know. Since then he has been moody. Maybe because today is the day of the death of his father's fourth year," explained aunt Marry.

"Oh... So today is the day of Mr.'s death. Hartley. It's only natural that Rosse is moody. She must have missed her father so much" I've only been a few days away from my family and I've missed them so much. Rosse, who has been four years.

"Auntie will take her to her father's funeral. You wanna come?"

"After you go home from school we go together. Yeah, well, hurry up and finish your breakfast, it's late."

"Yes" I quickly finished my breakfast and went to school.

Arrive at school, the classroom. The day that was once cloudy has now dropped water droplets. The rain was heavy enough to wash over the entire city and its surroundings. I didn't pay much attention to today's lesson. My mind is still thinking about Rosse's father's spirit last night. So short I saw it, yet I clearly knew the feeling of longing. Rosse is the same. It continues to be as moody as the weather today. What distinguishes it is just the cloud has dropped the water so that the sky is bright again. Will Rosse also have to unite her tears to be happy again? Put all those emotions in the tagisan.

Hour after hour passed. I didn't say hello to Rosse let alone talk to her. Let him spend this day alone. When the break came I saw he was not going to the cafeteria. He was still sitting in his chair while daydreaming empty. Rosse didn't have breakfast this morning now doesn't have lunch either. Ha... I'd better buy him something to eat. It will hurt again if you do not eat. I went to the cafeteria alone. I bought him sweet bread and mineral water.

"Here you eat" I put the bread and the mineral water on his table. "Don't get sick later."

Rosse didn't say anything, but he didn't refuse my gift either. I went back to my own desk. I didn't expect him to give me an answer either. Accepting my gift and not rejecting it is also good for me. I rushed my head on the table with boredom at once. I glanced at Rosse who was eating his bread. His face did not change but he smiled slightly. Hm... What's he thinking? Does he feel happy that I'm paying attention to him?

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