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Sherlock was walking home on the path he normally takes. It was twilight
and he knew he should get home as soon as possible but he was determined to get some herbs for an experiments he was trying to do.
Sherlock was trying to prove you could use science instead of magic. Sherlock
hated magic with all his being, he wished he could have the magic in him
removed. But you could not just simply remove something as powerful as magic.
But that didn't stop the young man from trying to remove it. He had
recently learned from an ancient mystic that there was a way to remove
one's magic. To kill them. Sherlock had been shocked when he heard this. The color drained from his already snow-white complexion. He didn't want to die!. He wanted to live so he could do more experiments with Science.
His big brother, Mycroft, however, did not want his baby bother experimenting with Science. Sherlock was going to rebel and not listen to
his brother's orders.
Sherlock looked down at the basket he was carrying and smiled happily at
all the herbs he'd collected. It was a lot, but it meant the basket was
getting rather heavy and he unfortunately had no source of light. He hadn't thought he'd need one, even in the evening hours, as he knew these woods like the back of his hands. He had been living in these woods for years, ever since he was 14 and ran away from his family that thought he should use him
magic.
All Sherlock wanted to do was learn more about Science and do his experiments, not learn stupid magic and dull spells that Sherlock knew he never was going to use. For Sherlock there was no point in even learning them, and which ones he had as a child he deleted from his mind once he got the chance. Sherlock wanted nothing to do with magic, he hated himself some times since he had magic in himself.
Sherlock was lightly humming a song he had made up, looking down at the ground not paying much attention to anything or the woods around him. Sherlock was so deep in his melody that he did not see the wolf following him.
Sherlock was looking down at the ground, making sure he did not step on anything or trip over something. The wolf saw he was not paying attention and toke it to his chances with him. The wolf knew he was a powerful and strong witch, but the wolf thought he could get the drop in him and kill him for his magic.
The wolf made sure to keep his distance at first making sure the witch did not see him. But as they got more in to the forest, more deep in to the dark woods. He decided to get just ever so slightly closer to him and getting closer to catching the witch.
Once the wolf was confident enough that he could get the drop on the witch he transforms in to his most powerful form. Most wolfs had three forms, human, full wolf, and one that was half human and half wolf.
The mixture of human and wolf made them more powerful and more likely to win in any battle they fight. The mixture form was around 9 feet tall and the largeist form that most wolves had.
He made sure to keep back a bit since when he changed he was a bit harder to hid in the dark. Most things can make out a black moving shadow thats 9 feet tall in the dark. So he thought he would move behind him and make sure he stayed out of the side of his eyes sight.
The Sherlock had droped one on his herbs, so he stopped and picked it up. The wolf smiled and toke his chance, he runs and jumps on him. Taking him down to the ground, he had hit the basket out of his hands on the ground a bit away from them.
The wolf was shocked when the Sherlock did not use his powers when he tackled him to the ground. Instead he tried to hit at the wolfs throat and get to his little knife he kept in his right shoes.
He was not able to get to it though, the wolf had pushed him back down to the ground. Hitting his head on the ground a few times, making the witch go in and out of reality.
“You stupid witch.” The wolf said, moving the witches head up showing his neck.
“Stupid or not I'm still getting your powers.” The wolf said, moving his claw up to his neck. But before he could even push down to make one cut then was a load growl. Roaring through the woods like thunder and lightning.
The wolf looked up to see where it came from, he stood up looking around not seeing anything. He looked up in the tree's, seeing glowing red eyes staring right at him.
In the darkness the wolf only could see the eyes glowing, but once it breathed fire at the wolf. He saw it was a full grown Dragon camouflaged in to trees. The wolf tried to make a run for it, but Dragon's could fly up to a 1000 miles per hour.
So the Dragon caught him, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against a tree. Braking his spin and neck making it where he could not move. The Dragon was walking up to him growling, till he heard the Sherlock moan out in pain.
The Dragon walked over to him slowly so he did not scare the witch, but it did not work. Once the Sherlock saw him he trys his best to crawl away from him. The Dragon slowly walks to him and stops him gently, moving him back on his back with his snout.
The Dragon changed his eyes to his human ones, so he would not seem so scary. It did help the Sherlock calm down and stop trying to get away. The Dragon lightly shushes him and starts to lick his wounds, so they would heal.
Dragon's spit it the most powerful healing substance in the whole world. It could heal any kind of injury in just a few licks. Once he was done he goes and gets his herbs for him, setting the basket down next to him.
The Dragon the rubs his head on the Sherlock's chest and licks his head one more time before flying off in to the darkness. Sherlock gets up and trys to go after him grabbing his basket and running.But Sherlock was not able to run far, he was dar to tired.
“Wait!” Sherlock screamed out, but he could no longer see the Dragon. Not sure even if the Dragon heard him or not. Sherlock sighs and walks home, locking every way in to his house. Then going to his bed and falling down on it, falling a sleep once he touched the bed.