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Poor Britney…

Britney was running so fast to the sound of an attack on her sheep that she ran headlong into something she had never seen in the grasslands before.  The monster was busy devouring its prey as she ran headlong into it, so hard she bounced off the creature and landed on her back, in the grass.  The massive animal seemed unaffected by the sudden impact.  It barely took notice of the disturbance, but did look over at Britney laying on her back. 

Britney slowly lifted her head and shoulders, propping them up on her elbows.  The creature was watching her as its muzzle curled back, revealing sharp, bloody teeth.  She knew this had to be a War Wolf, but where did it come from? She had heard they were all dead. 

The beast was illuminated intermittently by the flashing lightning.  It had the head of a wolf and a disproportionately muscular, bull-like body that resembled a man’s, somehow.  It had black, bristly fur, which Britney wanted to pick out of her teeth, but she was too terrified to move.  Then, the creature stirred and began to rise.  It was horrifying to watch as it stood to its full seven-foot height.

The beast let out a terrifying roar, directed at the intruder. Britney scrambled backward. She realized she was still on the ground, but she was unable to look away from the dark creature.  She felt around for her shepherd’s crook.  She couldn’t feel it in the tall grass around her.  She didn’t want to take her eyes off this creature, but she had to find her shepherds crook, as it was her only protection.  Then, as the lightning flashed again, she saw it, off to her left. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and used the crook to pull herself to a standing position.  She was moving slowly, because the beast looked ready to lunge toward her at any moment. 

Once she was able to stand, she placed her crook in front of herself, holding it with both hands in a striking and defensive position.  The beast reacted with a violent roar as it crouched into an attack stance, extending its claws.  Britney saw gore dripping from the mouth and claws of the animal.  Fear struck her heart; she wondered what she was doing here.  This was a real threat––she wasn’t sure if she could take on such a massive beast­­­­––certainly not by herself. 

Sensing Britney’s fear, the creature started to take bolder steps toward her.  Britney looked down at the mutilated sheep at the War Wolf’s clawed feet; their fur was still snow-white except for the black gore which swallowed the moonlight.  She thought of how quickly this massive beast could disembowel her with those long claws, and sharp teeth.  Fear overcame Britney, who shook as she sputtered a prayer to the gods. 

“Please, please let the true light save me, shine through my carvings, save me gods, save me.”

The Wolf let out a gargling laugh from deep in its chest. 

Britney held the crook up and saw that there was no glow coming from it or her elaborate carvings.  She hadn’t seen them glow since she was a small child and she wondered if they really glowed back then or if it was just her imagination.  When she was young, she believed she could do anything, fight anything, and overcome any foe.  But now all she had was this wooden stick between her and this massive angry monster. Fear was all that Britney felt now as everything else faded into the background.  Her body and mind betrayed her, she felt sick and light-headed.  Her vision started to fuzz and go gray.  Then, she felt the first blow from the beast hit her right in the sternum.  Britney fell to the ground, unable to take a breath.  As she lay there waiting for her death, she heard the shouts of the other shepherds… Excerpt from The Shepherd of Olympus available now on Amazon, Kindle, and Kindle Unlimited

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Dr. Cory B. Scott has had an adventurous career that has afforded him the honor of such titles as Reverend, Deputy, Executive, Director, Lieutenant, Doctor, and finally, his true passion, Professor.

But those titles were just masks; his official titles are, Daddy, Husband, Brother, Friend, Uncle, Mentor, and finally, in 2019, he was awarded his true love, Grandpa.

Cory has survived some devastating tragic events and personal failures in his life. These experiences have given him deep insight and a desire to help others overcome personal obstacles and transform their tragedies into sacred gurus who teach and strengthen.

Cory weaves original artwork, poetry, and short stories in an incredible memoir titled, "Gods in the Garden." This book captures the essence of a survivor's journey through abuse, pain, loss, betrayal, and enlightenment.

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