©The Original Black Magic [Single]

Hello. My name is Black Magic. I was born long ago, at the end of the Ice Age to be exact. Ever since I was born my parents had a bad feeling about me. It was partly because I was born while the moon was blue, and partly because I was the only black wolf out of the whole pack of arctic wolves. Also I had a brother and a sister, who were white as well, that was in my litter but both were still born. While I was a pup I was constantly picked on and abused. I got very little food. I was lucky to have made it past puppy-hood. When I became a teenager, weird things began to happen to me. I began to see images when I looked into the pool of water in our pack territory. Not long after that I found out that the images were visions from the past, present, and the future. I, for one, very much liked my gift, but I wish I could say the same about the rest of my pack. They just saw my gift as another way to torment me. When I told them about a vision that I saw they would just laugh and my father, the alpha of the pack, wouldn't let me eat the next several meals. He would always tell me that I had made a fool of him and myself and I didn't deserve food. I ended up learning how to hunt by seeing how it was done in the visions that I had in the pool. Everyday I went down to the pool of water and I would look into it for hours on end. One day I saw something frightening. The vision was about a meteor shower that killed three white wolves from our pack. After seeing the vision, I went back and told my father everything about what I had seen. Of course he didn't believe me and I was punished again, but I didn't let that get me down. A few months passed and still there was no meteor shower. I began to wonder if I had mistaken what I had seen, but I knew I had never been wrong before. Then one night it happened. I had noticed weird things in the sky so I had went to search for my pack, which were out hunting. It felt like it was my responsibility to make sure they were alright. I found them in a field and the meteors were already falling there. I ran through the field trying to save any wolf I saw in trouble, my mother had already died and I didn't want anyone else to die. I saved my sister from a meteor, but when I did I got in the way of the meteor instead. Once I was in its path it started glowing bright red. When it was about to hit me the meteor veered off and landed beside me but the red glow landed on me and consumed me in a bright red fire. The last thing I remember of the meteor shower was the red fire burning my fur. It’s a miracle that I survived. When I woke up, the meteor shower was over, but my fur looked as if nothing had happened. My pack was over by my mother's body mourning her and the other two who died. Instead of going over to join them, I went off to the pool of water to get a drink and look into it. When I got there the vision I saw was blurry. I couldn't make out what it was. I guess the bright red fire from the meteor messed up my gift, but I later found out that it gave me many more. Years after the meteor shower, my shoulder blades and throat began to hurt constantly. Not too long after I figured out why they hurt so bad. The bright red fire had made me become a dragon shape-shifter. So along with my dragon form, I also have the magic of a dragon. So therefore I am immortal. This made everyone in my pack afraid of me; they wouldn't even come near me. My father had nothing to do with me anymore, not that I minded. He had taken my mother's sister as his new mate. She was the only one who wasn't afraid of me. She blamed me for my mother's death. She attacked me, stole food from me, and finally one day she stopped me from going to the pool of water. By that time I had had enough. I was so angry that I started to shake and then my eyes glowed red and the next thing I knew she was lying on the ground dead. I didn't mean to kill her, and I didn't even know how I did it or even if I did it, but my father didn't care. He banished me from the pack that night. For a while I went to live with an old lone wolf. Everyone knew of him and many feared him. He was very similar to me actually. He was the first gray wolf and he had visions in dreams and when he looked at certain things. He taught me a lot about how to control my magic and use it in good ways. One day he had a vision. He wouldn't tell me what it was about, he just said that I had to leave and never come back to find him. I could tell that it was painful for him to tell me that but it must have been a horrible vision. Ever since then I have lived alone, too afraid to be around anyone else, I thought that the vision that the old wolf had must have been about me. I have been trying to figure out how to use and control my magic even more so that one day I might be able to be around wolves again...if they will accept me. It’s been thousands of years and I know a good bit about my magic, but I still have much to learn.