Fox and Dark

The leaves crunched as Blaze, the red fiery fox walked into his den with the sun shining on him.  It was around ten o’clock p.m.  The sun always shines.  Only The Dark Forest of Deathly Hallow is dark.          

He fell asleep and woke up with a loud “ Crack!” “ Oops, sorry for waking you up - how was your sleep?” asked Huckleberry, the white tailed deer.  “ I just had the strangest - -” “Ding! Dong!” went the doorbell. “Hurry Up!”  “ Please!” went a familiar voice to Blaze and Huckleberry. They looked at each other and smiled.  “ Who is it?” asked Blaze but in an unfamiliar voice to trick the familiar voice.  “Ahem! It’s Acorn the squirrel. You shut the the door on me when I came around the corner.  Now open up!” “Geez.” Blaze said rolling is eyes and walked to the door.  It was now October , the eighteenth.

“Stem?” asked Huckleberry. “ I’m fine and you?” replied Acorn. “Ahem!” repeated Blaze. “ As I was saying, I had a dream” “ About the stick.” interrupted Huckleberry. “ And the moon” continued Acorn. “ H-How did you know?” asked Blaze very oddly. “ We both had the same dream.” replied Acorn. “ That’s why we came here to talk to you.”  “We have to get the stick before the wolves take over the world!” stressed Blaze. “ Then let's do it!” yelled Huckleberry. “ Count me in too! ” Acorn eagerly said.

So, they were off in a day or so, or two. They walked into the forest of the Deathly Hallow.  Sticks snapped and leaves crunched as Blaze, Huckleberry, and Acorn walked through the woods.  Then they heard a sound, like a cry for help or pain.  Then all went silent. “H-h-h-hello?” asked an unfamiliar voice.  “C-can anyone hear me?” asked the voice again. Where and who are you?” yelled Blaze.  “Me?” replied the voice in a hurtful cry.  “I am the King!”  “The what?” asked Acorn.  “The King, get it? King dang it!”

“You are not scary, king.” Blaze yelled still wondering what this animal was. Immediately he started growling and Acorn yelped like an Indian. He got onto a vine and started to sing, but stopped just in time before he fell off. Huckleberry and Blaze wanted darkness. They fought to have it. Eventually The Wolf King came out with other wolves.They wanted daylight, but Blaze and Huckleberry wanted the dark to sleep peacefully. The Wolf King declared war as they fought.

After one minute, one wolf growled, “Your little friend will die in my paws.” “Nooooooooo!” yelled Acorn. Then another wolf pounced on Huckleberry not allowing her to move. “Huckleberry!” yelled Blaze, now very scared. “Never!” yelled Huckberry. The struggle continued and Huckleberry was in grave pain. “My power, nooooo!” Blaze thought to himself. Blaze then opened his mouth  and breathed fire everywhere. Ninety nine out of of one hundred wolves died. Blaze and Huckleberry were free and safe except from the “Wolf King.” Huckleberry used her powers to break a stick and old it up.