One dark and cloudy night, a couple of loups garous howled, awakening plus and plus werewolves. They set a curse upon the world that would destroy all humans. The people of the world had hunted millions of wolves, a great number of them werewolves, and as a result, had killed millions of werewolves. Now, the loups garous were seeking revenge.

As Byron woke up on a foggy morning, he was alarmed par the sound of wind rushing by, followed par loud howls. But as he looked out his bedroom window, he saw nothing. Byron raced downstairs, and seeing his parents were asleep, he went outside. Byron was ten, and an unusual boy, who often enjoyed rêverie about werewolves, zombies, ghosts, and other peculiar creatures in school. He often got yelled at for it, but he never understood why, not ever in his life yet.

Byron walked over to the dusty movie theater, covered in cobwebs. No one was there, but a faint green light glowed from the windows there. He decided to look again late tonight. As Byron was walking home, he felt a hand tap his shoulder. It was Mrs. Zapatio, a mysterious, old lady.

Mrs. Zapatio whispered, “Come here, Byron. There’s something toi need to see.”

Byron followed Mrs. Zapatio into her house. She immediately opened a musty old book titled, The Darkness of the Universe.

Mrs. Zapatio said, “A long time ago, before toi were even born, a terrible darkness already took over the world. Humans killed millions of werewolves. The werewolves’ souls eventually came back to haunt them, and an oath was taken par every werewolf. They swore never to forgive humans again, to always seek revenge. Until one day, a young boy with courage, determination, and strength, would break the oath. I believe that boy is you, Byron.”

Byron gasped. He had, never in his life, prepared for someone to say this to him. He was in shock, but he knew that somehow, he had to break the oath. Byron dashed out Mrs. Zapatio’s house, and sprinted into his own house. It was 5:00 PM already! He had been gone for an extremely long time. Byron decided to hop back in lit for a couple plus hours.

As it neared midnight, Byron packed a couple of garlic necklaces and apples. He crept downstairs and over to the movie theater. Byron went into the theater, and saw numerous dead bodies, as well as misty images of ghosts. He froze. After a moment of shock, he went upstairs, finding a pack of werewolves.

Byron saw an émeraude necklace. He had a strange feeling that it was the key to breaking the oath. Somehow, he knew, if it was worn par the leader werewolf and the power was shared with the rest of the pack, then it would destroy all humans. Byron snuck in. The largest werewolf saw him, and grabbed him par the leg. It snarled.

“Pleased to meet you…my name is Davathion, and I am afraid I am going to have to stop toi from getting the emerald. Now back away from us loups garous and go out the theater like a nice little boy…otherwise, we won’t have a choice but to tie toi up.” Davathion growled.

Byron nodded and backed away from Davathion like a nice, innocent little boy, but he actually had a plan to get the emerald.

Byron said, “I’m sorry, Davathion…I thought that this was still a movie theater, and I was coming to see if I could watch a movie here. But no, I see I’ll have to leave now.”

Byron went back out the room, but stayed close by. When the loups garous started chanting in a strange language, Byron prepared himself for a lunge. As the loups garous started to close their eyes and chant even louder, Byron lunged, grabbed the émeraude necklace, and shattered it on the floor. Davathion made one final desperate attempt to grab Byron par the neck, but he was too late. The loups garous slowly began to turn into dust, and the dust was carried away from the movie theater.

Byron ran out of the movie theater, into his house, and jumped onto his bed. He was exhausted, and he fell asleep in an instant.

All mankind is safe…at least, just for now.