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[u][center][h1]Into the Wild[/h1][/center][/u]
Date (M/D/Y)/Time: 7/1/2014, Early Morning 
Location: Morrigan’s castle, Feywild
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Benjamin laid in his own guestroom, wide awake. The unfamiliar roof of the Morrigan castle stood above him and drew his attention. A strong scent of magic mingled with the mortar, betraying the truth of its unnatural beauty. Devil ivy pushed itself through the cracks and circled his bed in a veil. Such formations were strange by human standards, but common among the fey.

The young werewolf questioned the information’s authenticity. Their host was fey after all and according to the stories, they lacked the same morals.

A heavy sigh rumbled through the teenager's chest.

No matter how hard Benjamin tried, he couldn't sleep. Yesterday's events spiraled within his thoughts, forcing him to face his chaotic emotions.

During their research on the house, they discovered a tragic history. According to the news of the time, a young boy had been sacrificed by a cult and a fire broke out in the house. All inside had been reported dead. In the wake of their ignorance, the cultists left behind a confused and hurt poltergeist. His pain etched scars across the immaterial body for all to see. The idea of suffering all the pain, lost and alone, made Benjamin’s stomach curl.

Thankfully, they put the boy’s spirit to rest without casualties.
His body sat upright suddenly. He flipped his legs over the edge of the bed and rose to his feet.

During his contemplation, dawn floated through the window panes. It pushed the shadows back to their corners where they lay in wait for nightfall again.

His thoughts turned to their current host, the Morrigan. An age weathered woman with long, wispy hair and dressed in outdated clothing. It was something he had seen in movies rather than the history books. When he asked Athena what Morrigan was, Athena simply said a witch.

That answer didn’t satisfy him.

Something darted just outside of his sight. The light flew right past the veil of ivy and disappeared behind the head board. Benjamin tensed, his eyes staring at the point. Instinctively, his nostrils inhaled. A‌n earthy sweet scent entered his nose causing his surprise to melt into anger. As if sensing the ruse was up, several dots of lights floated out and phased through the roof.

“Good riddance,” Benjamin snapped as he freshened up, expecting Athena to arrive any moment.