Myrill

"Hunter, can you run downstairs and feed the pigs?"

I hear my dad calling out to me, but she knew I was more than likely not going to do so. But my ferret was eager to go outside, so I decided why not?

You more than likely think it's strange for me to have a ferret, let alone one that lives to sit on my shoulder like everywhere. Ferrets don't stink, they only go outside so they are pretty good pets, well for me anyway. Animals seem to love me, my dad claims it's a "gift" but I think it's just a skill.

My ferret was now nudging my shoulder trying to tell me to go outside. I wish it could talk because I've been with it for around 12 years. It's funny how I met her, my ferret. I was playing in the fields behind our family's farm when it just came out of the woods and sat next to me, my dad was freaking out because he thought it had rabies and telling me to get away from it. But, I snuck it inside with me and borrowed a cage from my friend Adaline because her family owned a pet store.

My dad soon found out about my ferret but I convinced him to let me keep it. I named him Myril because at the time, Adaline wanted me to name her that. I don't remember much about my mom, but from what my dad told me she was a kind woman who persuaded my dad to buy the farm. After I was born, she got cancer and died. And sadly, that is pretty much all I know about her.

So I let Myril climb onto my shoulders and I walk downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey Hunter, I need you to feed the pigs and then can you go out to the shed and get the harvesting tools? My dad said after taking a sip of his tea.

It was autumn and I wasn't in school, Why? Because my dad loved me being away from society and decided to homeschool me. The only friend I really ha...

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...'s hard to explain and all but I could swear they were made from vines. About 40 of them charged the basilisk and all their blindingly luminescent eyes must have stunned the basilisk because Grath took this opportunity and charged the basilisk head on.

"What is he doing! Hel'll get himself killed!"

"Don't worry, He'll be fine."

"What do you mean."

"Just trust me."

"Wait, how will a wolf kill a huge basilisk, please tell me."

"Poison. He has poison Hunter."

"Of course he does.

I watched as Grath ran up to the stunned basilisk and jumped onto a rock to launch himself at it's head. With an echoing thunk the basilisk started to um, How do I explain this, it's kind of strange really. It just turned to dust, leaving a few scales of snake behind. I frantically reached for Myrill hoping he was still there and sighed in relief as I felt his smooth brown fur.