The Tale of Fredrik Wolfbane

(Summerhouse fairy tail I babbled out to the kids before bed.  Called the story the tale of Fredrik Wolfbane , been years since I wrote a short story but used to have a friend that edited my stories . But this is more or less the start of the story , that I still remember as I told it few times after though added bit of detail there and there to aid the kids imagination )

This story is like all others , it starts with those simple words we all know.

Once upon a time. 

There was a small village, the location does not matter but it was a dainty little village with a large clock in its middle. The paved stones where grown with moss as the houses where old but well maintained. On the outskirts of this dainty little town was a little cottage . Stone wall surrounded the small field outside the cottage with a little wooden gate that so often creaked when the wind blew.  

One stormy night a light appeared in the dark forest outside the village, something was running fast.  That light barely slowing down as it past that gate but quickly running forwards again as a large dark shadow appeared from the forest, sliding forwards like a morning mist flowing down along the road and yet rising up as a creature formed , claws extending after the light and yet it could not reach it, not yet. 

Inside this cottage a old couple reside, the wife was the towns midwife and the man was the town clocks repairman they heard the gate creak but ever so loudly.  The old woman called out to her husband  : check the darn gate the wind blew it ajar, but the man snorted loudly : its just the wind my dear  . The old woman was not pleased with her husband as she shook her head and said : Told you again and again to fix that dang gate. With that she grabbed the hammer , waving her hand dismissively at her husband : I am not waiting longer let me get to it .

With that the old woman stomped out , swinging the hammer slightly with each of her steps. Until she spotted something , it was not a rock as the fabric blew gently from that bundle that laid there.  But something alarmed her it was the smell as the old woman in her own hurried way waddled over to the bundle and picked it up after dropping said hammer.  Looking around for a moment then grasping a pouch from her neck as she threw it at the gate harshly. That silvery powder bursting out from the pouch as the old woman stated harshly : Smell like rotten wood and greasy oil .

With that the old woman walked towards her house, holding the bundled up child against her as the wind blew harshly . Barely closed the door when that shadowy fog like mist appeared again , rolling down the path until it stopped by the gate. Letting out a howl as it sniffed around it, seemingly smelling nothing as it gave up it search and rolled away back into the forest. 

The floorboards creaked when she walked inside, looking at the direction where her husband sat, smoking his pipe while that thick white beard flowed down his belly .   The old man brought his pipe down , tapping it against the table next to him " Whats that your holding ?"  The old woman replied quickly with a snappy tone " Get up, get that necklace in the jewelry box the one with the green stone.. This child is marked " The old man quickly ran up the stairs , and with that a loud sound of something falling down followed . But as the stomping down was heard the old woman had unwrapped the child from the cloth it was wrapped in .

Boy that child had quite the lungs as he howled out loudly, clenching his fist and kicking down his feet as the old man brought the necklace towards his neck . With a gentle lift of its head he soon snapped the necklace on .  Not a second to late as the gate was broken , that black mist flowing through the gate and surrounding the house as the pressure inside it made it feel like something was squeezing the house from outside.

Then there was silence as the child stopped crying . Grasping the old mans finger and tugging against his hand to bring his hand towards his mouth .  Meanwhile the mist swirled around the house ,then stopping as soon as the child stopped its howl. Rising up and looking around but finding nothing to track or sense  it seemed as it scurried back to where it came from.    (part 1)