AND here is my story (haha, yes, I did write it in the last possible moment!):
“You shouldn’t underestimate the power of old myths, Darlene.”
Darlene heard this phrase so often, it appeared even in her dreams. Her grandmother and mother were so fond of it. A pity they tended to include it in every conversation. After a moment it seemed simply trivial, after a week – anoying to the extreme. They could have stopped at least now. It was supposed to be her special week, after all. The last week before her marriage.
Somehow nobody thought about the incoming nuptials much. Her mother preferred reading books, her gran visited friends or played computer games. Darlene had to choose a dress and a restaurant totally on her own. Even her fiance, Ethan, had a perfect excuse – his evil, sadistic and horrible boss sent him abroad three weeks ago with a super-important mission of overseeing a distant plant producing totally stupid and unnecessary plastic toys in China. Of course he would return in time for the wedding but all the details and arrangements were left at Darlene’s desk. Prepare your wedding yourself or hire a wedding organizer, the choice was hers.
Darlene decided to do everything on her own, helped only by her best friend, Lucie. It proved to be not that difficult, mainly because she kept it simple – a simple dress, a simple reception with no frills, a simple ceremony, nothing fancy or unusual. The day of the final fitting of her wedding dress came in no time. She was so proud of herself. As soon as she put the dress on, however, she felt a very strange urge to run. So strong was the urge that she dashed into the street without thinking and passed all buildings at full pelt not even being aware where and why she was running so fast.
She managed to reach the woods at dusk, overtaking cars without any problem and never giving this fact a second thought. Under deep-green trees she could finally stop and have a breather. Her dress in tatters, her body covered in sweat, she closed her eyes and howled. Another howl answered her after a while. It made her shiver from head to toes…or were there still toes on her paws left? She didn’t bother to check, hearing soft steps behind her. A big, silvery wolf approached her slowly. It spoke but without any sound, just sending words straight into her head:
“Old myths, Darlene. Didn’t I tell you that, dear child, time and again? Welcome to your true world and your true wedding.”