The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Like so much garbage, Charles was tossed into the pit-like dungeon in his sleeveless undershirt and boxers.

Confused, the man looked through the small peephole to see the guards turning away and laughing as they happily marched out of sight. He then turned back around to find himself surrounded by wolves, wolves of varying colors, from all black to all white and mixed shades. They all remained perfectly docile as they plodded around the equally calm man that saw fit to only stand perfectly still in place.

As Charles began to shuffle amongst the pack he suddenly heard something that resembled someone speaking. He gawked all around before an old, Middle-Eastern man came waddling out of the shadows within the dungeon. He was a raggedy looking fellow from head to toe. His grey, scraggly beard drew down past his chin.

"I am here because of the king, my dear friend." The old man said as he approached Charles.

Charles stood and watched as the old man stepped up to him. "Who is the king?" Mercer asked.

The old man looked dismayed as he opened his mouth and replied, "I would not praise his gods, so here must I die, with the beasts."

Charles stared oddly at the old man for a few moments before another figure emerged from the shadows. The figure had the brightest eyes that Charles had ever seen. They were so bright in fact that the man had to squint just to shield his vision from them. Much like the old man, the bright-eyed individual was wearing tattered clothing; a brown cloth-like material that covered only their body with nothing protecting their feet.

The closer the person came the more Charles could make out a face behind the eyes. The face was that of his son's. But rather than light up with gleeful enthusiasm, Charles just stood still and stared at his child with a most mystified glare.

"Son, what happened to you?" His voice cracked.

Placing his hand on his father's left shoulder, Isaac calmly said, "I am here because of the king, dad."

"These beasts were to devour us, but the Lord has spared our very lives." The old man humbly smiled. "Praise be to God in heaven."

him. He just wanted to keep his eyes on his son for as long as he

Isaac withdrew his hand from his father's shoulder before turning

because of

heart began to beat out of pace. "What on earth were you doing

"Perhaps he should have bought that dog." A slick voice

a black-furred wolf actually standing behind him on two feet. It was only five inches taller than Charles, and yet

begin to pray out

In subtle awe, Charles stood in front of the wolf and watched as his boy and the age-old prophet

"What were you doing in this world, son?" He

the wolf behind him patted Charles on the shoulders, "his time in hell will be

approached his father and whispered directly into his face,

Charles only grabbed Isaac by the shoulders and shook him

very soon...we will see

to the soft sound of

bandages, as well as his chest

surprised with a red and white stripped apron around her waist. "Praise the

Charles stared all around the hospital room like he was on another planet. His head hurt so badly that it felt like it was about

down." Audra came over to his bedside. "You've been out cold for days

woman in an almost frightened manner. He began to scoot