Ashley
Chapter 1
It was an icy December night. Heavy snow fell rapidly to the ground which made everything white. Frost appeared in the night sky which was the perfect time for the rats come into your home.

Paul Oseubon was wondering if he would make it through. As he walked towards the checkpoint, he was scared. The snow was cold so he zipped up his coat and put his hands into his pocket.
He could see everyone getting turned down by the soldier. The checkpoint had bigger houses past. There were two people in front of him. Strangers got through. Paul was nervous.
“Come on,” snapped the guard, stamping his foot “Where are you heading?”
“I’m j…just delivering a package” Paul Oseubon said. Finally, the guard gave him a sharp nod through.
A few minutes later, Paul was stepping into the bright streets of Stonehouse. The first thing he noticed was how clean the wide pavements were, no discarded rubbish anywhere. Tall buildings with vast windows stood smartly behind shiny black railings.

Enviously, Paul watched the chattering people saunter by, seeming not to have a care in the world. It’s not fair. It’s not fair, the words screamed inside his head. Why was he not allowed to live like this? Shaking his head, he remembered his mother’s words, don’t be noticed, keep yourself to yourself.

As Paul hurried along the pavement, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. A large hand reached out: grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, it pulled him backwards; and pushed him roughly down a dark alley.

“Give me that,” commanded a man’s gravelly voice, trying to snatch the parcel, “and everything you have in your pockets.” Paul ducked out of reach and ran down the dark alley. He was trapped. A brick wall prevented his escape.
Looking frantically around, Paul knew he was in trouble. Big trouble. As the man’s footsteps got closer, and his breathing got louder, Paul noticed, in the very bottom corner of the wall, a small gap. But big enough for a child to squeeze through.

Chapter Two
On the other side of the wall, a bitter wind clawed at Paul’s face. Deep snow swirled across the dark backyard of a pub. Inside the yard, he crunched across the snow, frantically searching for a place to hide. Empty beer barrels lay drunkenly on their sides, wooden crates were piled high in one corner and discarded chairs were stacked high against a wall. To his horror, he noticed the wooden gates were padlocked, there was no way out. He was trapped.

Paul could hear the heavy breathing of the strange man. He turned towards the brick wall as a gloved hand gripping a blacked handled knife appeared. Without warning, a loud howl was heard deeper than lightning and thunder. Instantly a dog-like creature stood between Paul and the man with the long blade. The man disappeared. Paul was stunned. It was a wolf with a big grey head, razor sharp teeth and deep amber eyes. Confused, Paul stared at the animal, then he noticed a river of red was down the side of the wolf. Then Paul saw the knife in the wolf’s side.

Paul was not afraid of her. She licked his hand, that he held out towards her When the wolf said in a calm voice, “Help me find the gateway.” Paul knew he would do anything to help this amazing creature.
“I need to hide. They will be back”, whispered the wolf.
Ten minutes later, Paul and the wolf crept through the quiet streets of Stonehouse until they reached, a disused factory. Nobody had entered the old milk factory for at least decade. They found an old blanket in one of the rooms, the wolf lay down and slept. Paul kept a watch over her.

Chapter 3
Paul woke with a start; the wolf continued to sleep on. The loud voices outside must have woken him up. Peering through a broken window, Paul could see guards checking out the doors into the factory. Gently shaking the wolf awake, Paul put his finger to his lips letting the wolf know to be quiet.
Scurrying across the concrete floor, Paul motioned the wolf over to a metal table, silently, they slipped underneath; pulling empty cardboard boxes around them: they were well hidden.
At that moment, the door creaked open. Heavy footsteps could be heard, then silence. Somebody was listening. A light pierced the darkness; bright and thin. The guards were searching. Paul peered between a tiny gap in the stack of boxes: dark shadows shifted through the building. The cold of the floor seeped into Paul’s body: he moved against the wolf to keep warm. They needed to wait until the guards ended their search.
After what felt like an eternity, the guards left the building. Daylight was fading; it would soon be night. Then it happened, the wolf said that there was a gate way that Paul needed to find, in the corner of Stonehouse. She had told Paul this is not her first world. Paul notes that the wolf is weakening.
Paul knew that his family would be worried but there was nothing that was stopping him from helping his friend. And he would not go home until he had taken the wolf to the gate way. They went through alleys and town.
Chapter 4

The stone wall (which had been there for years) towered above them. There were 4 roads out of Stonehouse: Paul knew them all. Over the years, the roads had become dusty and the stone walls crumbled. Paul and the wolf walked sluggishly towards the titanium gates ahead of them.
The moon’s bright beams glimmered in the night sky. Paul, who was drained of energy and feeling blue, noticed were making slow progress but they were nearly there. Sadly, Wolf would soon be gone.
As they neared the gateway, Paul heard footsteps behind. They had been noticed. Limping to the gateway, the wolf stopped outside. It was made out of titanium and the archway is made of steel. Paul could hear the footsteps again behind them. It darkened; the green pond rippled into the brilliant world full of immortelles.
Without warning, four guards were there. The wolf proudly stood with Paul. His eyes felt like the wolfs. The guards dashed away.
“It is time,” said the wolf, looking at Paul. On the other side, there was no road, no light, just a universe. Energy poured fast and connected them. “thank you. I will repay you soon,” the wolf whispered before she had leapt.
The wolf tumbled. Eventually it had happened. She was gone. Paul was miserable.
Paul remembered all the memories he had with the wolf. But the guards were gone because of the wolf. Paul made his way back home, noticing the weather “It changed. It’s sunny,” said Paul.
The wolf would always be part of Paul. He lived in his memory and in his heart. He would never forget about her. Around him, he noticed changes.