August 22, 2016 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

WooFZee walks up to the stone, determination in his every step. Riddles and rhymes, they have always been more MeaZea’s thing then his. She can solve them in a matter of second, mind sharp as the katana’s that she wears on her back.

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll solve this riddle. Then your Elder Star will tell me how to save MeaZea, right?”

“Hopefully,” says Pao. “If anyone will know, it’s going to be him.”

That’s not very inspirational, but WooFZee just shakes his head. The great wolf uses one paw to scrape the sand away from the scripture.

My voice causes the earth to shake.
My tears cause the earth to grow.
My visage comes in flashes white.
My clothing is of the darkest sort.

“I’m not good at riddles,” admits WooFZee. “What happens if I get it wrong?”

Pao shrugs. “Then we have to keep trying until we get it right, I suppose. To be honest, I’m not certain. We aren’t allowed to talk about the Elder Star, remember?”

“That means I might only have one chance,” muses WooFZee. He thinks on the riddle for a very long time. Finally, though, he wags his tail. “I’m going to have to say that this is a storm, then. The rain falls like tears, and thunder is its voice. Lightning and clouds make up the rest.”

Before their very eyes, the words on the stone rearrange themselves!
When it rains, I shall appear.

“When it rains? You didn’t say anything about having to wait!” WooFZee spins around, trying to snap at Pao over his shoulder.

The fallen star hops off the wolf’s back and scrambles away from him. Pao holds up his hands in an offering of peace. “I didn’t know! I keep telling you – I only know bits and pieces! Maybe it won’t take long before it rains?”

WooFZee growls at the fallen star but, in the end, they have no choice save to settle down beside the stone egg. Pao is wise enough to keep his distance from the irate wolf, and he’s kind enough to understand that WooFZee would not usually be so crass.

Desperation and despair can do strange things to one’s mind, and it can rip a patient soul to shreds in a matter of minutes. WooFZee’s patience was wearing thin when they came upon the crater, but it rips into nothing as they lay there, waiting for a storm to come.

For two days, they sit there, beside that stone. For two days, they wait for the rains.

Finally – finally – a mass of dark clouds blows over the horizon. A large rain drop plops down onto WooFZee’s nose. He blinks, startled, and then leaps to his paws. “It’s raining!”

“The egg,” shouts Pao, scrambling to his feet.

And, yes, the egg is starting to shake. As thunder crashes above them and lightning pierces through the sky, thin cracks run over the surface of the stone egg. It trembles and wavers and then, with a sound that’s lost beneath the storm, it crumbles into dust. White and blue light shoots out of the egg. Slowly, it takes the form of a person.


Katelynn E Koontz – Author