The Grimm Saga

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Alex poured over his large book and began looking through the pages for any missing spirits or a story that pops up for him to go help some one. He spent a long time tracking down Jadis but seen no trouble from her yet. She was particular about the lives she manipulated, not always picking the same ones as Alex. However, his book kept bringing up one story in particular, "The boy who Cried WOLF". The story was very basic and not even in the grimm tales. This was not so uncommon that a different story would worm its way into his collection. The tale was about a shepherd boy who would cry wolf n stir up trouble to get a few laughs. However the story was different........

-on the other side of town---

An old nurse was talking to a blonde social worker in a tiny office. The nurse wore the usual attire, white uniform with flat shoes, but it was the social worker that caught every one's attention. In no shoes she was an easy 6'2 which made her seem almost a giant, perfect breasts, a tiny weist, and long currly blonde hair. Her pale nearly white skin was accented by her jade colored eyes that peirced your soul. She spoke in a calm, elegant, queenly manner that made you feel less than her in many ways. The topic in question however was the boy outside the office.

Cedric was a 14 year old boy going through a very tough time from what the other nurses gossip about. He was a stunning youth, about 5'4, dark blonde hair, ice colored eyes, and an impressive body. He was driven by a need to be stronger than the other kids, often working hard on the family farm and doing everything he can to be the alpha of his generation. He had a ravenous appetite almost like a wolf, but he was often shy, reserved, hardly spoke around adults. The tragedy that the nurses spoke of was a recent thing, his home burnt down, his family in the fire, and even his best friend died in a tragic and sencless murder.

No one knew why the house burnt down, but the murder of his friend was wide spread. The boy barely made it out alive. The only things he had was the clothes he wore and the book he carried. He didn't mind if his clothes where a bit tight, it showed off his muscles and got him the attention he secretly craved. He thumbed the cover of the book, and opened it to the same story every time. "The boy who cried WOLF"

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----in the book----
Every day a young boy named Isaac would sit and watch the sheep. He would watch them play, watch them eat, sleep, mate. He would become very bored. He would sometimes workout when he was away from the sheep, but he was scoled for it, his father often telling him "the sheep are our livelyhood. If they die our family will be destitute. You can build muscle and work cattle later when your little brother is old enough to replace you! NOW BACK TO WATCHING THE SHEEP!"

Problem was frankly...his little brother was only 2 and he was 16. That line was a load of bull, his other brother Thomas was only 17, built like a house, and put on cattle herding at the age of 15 and Isaac was working the sheep at age 14. His father simply tried to lie to him to spare his feelings. Sheep watching was a girl's job like every other family, yet his sister was too busy being spoiled and courted to the blacksmith's son so the family could get more tools and better money.

Isaac sat under the tree and flexed his bicep, he had secrets alright. Secrets no one in the family had or knew about. He looked up and shot up in shock as he heard the sheep crying and scattering. There he seen it, one sheep slaughtered and torn in half on the green grass. Standing above it was a youth, a wildling man villagers heard of. He had a thin muscula body, torn leather pants, no shoes, only thing covering his upper body was an animal skin, so soiled and darkened it matched his ragged dark hair that nearly hid his dark green eyes. He looks at Isaac, a mouth full of blood, and his fingered caked in blood.