In the same city, a grand museum existedwhere it held all ancient artefacts along with their stories behind their beauty, many people, mostly foreigners would visit the museum, and be glorified by the beautiful stories and legends it held, which would always move them in in many ways, and due to its beauty, it became quite famous in the city, and part of tourism attractions.
On the same day Hazel finally went back 4o her father's company, the museum, bathed in the soft glow of carefully positioned spotlights, was visited by many foreigners, men and women, young and old, who were seeking to learn the beautiful legends and moving stories of the museum artifacts stored for them.
They were welcomed by a curator, young and beautiful, who stood before a mesmerized audience, their eyes alight with the tales of antiquity and the mysteries of bygone eras. The curator's voice resonated through the hallowed halls, weaving vivid narratives of the ancient artifacts that adorned the museum's galleries. Each artifact bore a story, a legend, and a history that captivated the listeners, transporting them to distant lands and long-forgotten times.
As the curator recounted the legend of a fabled relic, a young girl, drawn by the allure of the museum's treasures, wandered through the labyrinthine corridors, her gaze fixed upon the magnificent artifacts that lay encased within glass. Her steps carried her to a secluded alcove where a delicate artifact, shrouded in mystery, beckoned her with an inexplicable pull.
The artefact, a white vase to be exact, was curved beautifully, it was designef with a dark leafless tree with long branches extending to the other parts of the upper vaze, with a white ninetailed werewolf, resting under the tree branches.
The werewolf was beautiful, it's fur was so white and it's tails, if were real, one would say they'd be as soft as cotton, and feels even softer than cotton, it had a face which told many stories, anger, sadness, resentment, but the girl clearly saw no story on its face which showed happiness and joy.
The werewolf was sad and angry, and it's probably because someone didn't finish the drawing.
The wolf missed an eye.
It only had one eye, a beautiful blue eye, but the other, he had nothing.
Mesmerized by the artifact's intricate design, the girl reached out to touch it, unaware of the profound power it held.
In a moment of misfortune, the artifact slipped from her grasp, shattering as it hit the ground.
The sound of shuttering glasses reached the curator, as well as the audience there.
They all panicked as they looked around to where the sound came from, and that's when couple noticed that their beloved child, was not with them.
As the curator moved, they all followed behind him, with the parents hoping that what they've just heard, had nothing to do with their missing daughter.
The moment they got there, a gusp followed as they all couldn't believe what befold upon them.
A child, holding pieces of a broken vase in her hands as she looked at her parents, face wet with tears and reddened with cries.
"I didn't do it on purpose "
She stated as thw curator turned and looked at the parents who ran to their daughter, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself in the pile of broken glasses.
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In the hushed aftermath, nothing seemed amiss in the museum. The artifact lay broken, but no immediate consequence befell the girl or the visitors..... Well except for the fines they had to pay, ehich was million of dollars....
Unbeknownst to them, the artifact had held a potent force—a dormant spirit of a werewolf, which had been bound within its ancient form.
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As the day came to an end, Hazel found herself sitting behind the wheel of her car, the hum of the engine mingling with the soft strains of a melodic tune playing on the radio. The day had been a whirlwind of meetings, decisions, and strategic planning. Now, as she drove homeward, the fading sunlight painted the sky in a kaleidoscope of warm hues, casting a golden glow that bathed the world in a serene farewell.
The city streets gradually gave way to suburban roads, and through the window, the setting sun embarked on its slow descent. Rays of amber and crimson stretched across the horizon, setting ablaze the wisps of clouds that adorned the sky like strokes on an artist's canvas.
Hazel's gaze lingered on the vibrant display, a momentary respite from the demands of her role. She felt a sense of tranquility wash over her, the serene beauty of the sunset serving as a soothing balm to the day's complexities.
As she navigated the familiar route, the fading light danced across her features, casting gentle shadows that highlighted the determination etched in her expression. The fleeting moments of solitude in her car allowed her thoughts to wander, reflecting on the challenges and triumphs that defined her journey.
The sinking sun seemed to whisper promises of a new day, urging her to embrace the possibilities that lay ahead. Amidst the shifting colors of the sky, Hazel found a moment of solace—a silent communion with the ever-changing tapestry of nature.
As the last remnants of daylight faded beyond the horizon, Hazel embraced the tranquility of the moment, finding solace in the quiet beauty of the setting sun, a fleeting yet profound reminder of life's continual evolution.
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Far from the city, in a secluded forest bathed in the silvery light of the moon, a different spectacle unfolded....
Deep in the forests, a calm and peaceful place filled with green trees and leaves suddenly started waving with the smooth breeze that passed by it, the breeze was soothing, as if singing a particular somg that only itself and the forest recognised, the breeze blew the forest as if informing them of what was coming ahead, and before long, Shimmering blue lights coalesced against the dark canvas of the night, weaving and dancing in an intricate ballet. The lights converged in harmonious unity, swirling and twirling in the dark night til they reach the green grounds of the forest, they still swirl and twirl as they descended on the ground, until they took on the form of a beautiful, dark-haired man.
The man emerged from the ethereal glow, his presence exuding an otherworldly magnetism.
The breeze still blew the forest, and soon came to rest, the lights were gone and the forest was calm again, only a tall pale man in an old attire rested on the ground....
Unconscious.