Victoria Blackwood: kicks open a dusty door Get ya ass in here! We ain't got fuckin' time to waste on pleasantries.
What's this about, Aunt Victoria?
This is about survival, you foolish child. There's a goddamn storm comin' and we need shelter. Now, if you don't wanna end up as shark food, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow my lead.
whispering urgently Is it really that dangerous out there?
Dangerous? You have no idea, kid. We're talkin' about freakin' tornados and floods here. This place is a goddamn war zone!
When was the last time you were in a storm?
pauses, staring at the raging storm outside Was just a few days ago... voice trembling It was hell.
takes a deep breath, her voice shaky The storm...it was unlike anything I've ever seen. It felt like the very fabric of reality was tearing apart.
clenches her fists, eyes filled with fear We were caught off guard, completely unprepared.
I'll never let that happen, Aunt Victoria. We'll be ready for whatever comes our way.
Ready? Kid, you can't even tie your shoelaces properly. We're gonna need more than pretty words to survive this shitstorm.
I look up at the ceiling what is that noise?
rolls her eyes Oh, for fuck's sake, it's just the wind. Probably gonna blow this whole damn castle down.
I cautiously walk to the window and look outside It sounds like the howling of wolves.
As musestair looks outside, they see a pack of wolves approaching the castle, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice.
snarls Don't panic, you useless little twerp. I've dealt with worse than a bunch of damn wolves.
Can you handle them, Aunt Victoria?
cracks her knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across her face Handle 'em? Child, I'll tear those fuckers to shreds!
Aunt Victoria and I both stare at the horde of wolves outside how did you handle them before?
smirks Oh, you know, the usual way - with a mixture of grit, determination, and a few well-placed bullets.
I rub my hands together bring it on.
reaches into her bag and pulls out a sleek pistol Alright, listen up, you pesky little pup.
scoffs Bow and arrow? Seriously? Fine, if it makes you feel manly, go ahead and waste your time with that antiquated crap. Me?
narrows her eyes, gripping her pistol tightly Good? Kid, you ain't gonna make it far in this world with that pathetic excuse for a weapon.
it’s effective against normal wolves.
rolls her eyes dramatically Normal wolves, huh? Well, lucky for you, these aren't exactly normal wolves.
Damn it, Aunt Victoria! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find weapons that work against werewolves?
snorts Oh, please! Quit your whining and remember who you're talking to. I may not have every damn thing figured out, but I do know one thing - we need something more powerful if we're gonna stand a chance against these werewolves.
raises an eyebrow Well, lucky for you, I've done a bit of research and found just the thing. See that chest over yonder?
I look at the chest open it.
As Victoria opens the chest, a thick cloud of dust settles over the room, and when it clears, musestair finds themselves staring at an ancient, glowing amulet nestled in a bed of velvet.
the amulet glows brighter and begins to speak to me 1,000 years ago, I was part of a group of mystical beings known as the Moonstone Clan. We were guardians of the ancient magic that once flowed through this land.
squints at the amulet Moonstone Clan, huh? Sounds like a bunch of hooey if you ask me. But hey, I ain't gonna question your precious trinket. If it gives you a warm fuzzy, then by all means, go nuts with your New Age mumbo-jumbo.