The Moonfox Chronicles: Prelude
#1 of Moonfox Chronicles
The Moonfox Chronicles
By: Wolftaur Nightshade
Well, it all started on September 21st, 1999, when I had gone camping on my own. I decided to go out and find a big, forested area around the Algonquin National Park. When I found an area that was good enough to set up for camp; I set up camp and looked around. I had heard on my wilderness radio that a meteorite had been seen going over Canada, but I paid it no mind, due to the fact that it might just be passing by in orbit. After a few hours of listening to the sounds of nature, and my own inability to set up a tent, I went off to look for the forest ranger, to see if there were any warnings about recent attacks.
On my way there, about 2 hours after walking, I came across a crater about the size of a football field, and took a look around. Upon seeing no one around, I went closer to the crater, looking along the whole thing for any signs of what crashed. I saw a small rock at the far end, and ran down there, taking a break to drink some water as I thought about the announcement. As I thought about it, I remembered back to science about meteorites giving off a kind of radiation and that it can be harmless, in small amounts. As I bent down to pick up the meteorite for a souvenir, I heard some low growling and rustling in the nearby bushes. Keeping calm, and sweating up a storm, I stood slowly and looked in the direction of the rustling. It was then I realized where I was. I was inside the Algonquin National Park without a permit, and thought that since I was trespassing, I might have angered one of the ranger's dogs, if he had any.
It was then that the fox had jumped out from the bushes. I guess it turns out that the meteor had crashed upon the den while the fox had been out hunting. I felt sorry when the meteor started to glow. I looked to the fox and saw it ready to jump at me, but by the time I could do anything, it had begun to leap at me. I covered my face and cringed back in hopes of it missing me, but a bright light blinded me. When the light died down and I could see, both the fox and meteorite were gone. I thought about it, but didn't give it too much thought so I could find my campsite again. I was about 10 feet away from campsite, but could tell I burnt the bacon and eggs. Once I got to camp it turns out that the fire had run itself out, meaning I had been gone about eight hours. It was nightfall and I decided to call it an early night, keeping my wilderness radio on in case of an emergency.
Well, needless to say, the rest of the camping trip wasn't exactly the best of quality. I got rained out two days later, my tent turned out to be full of holes and poorly made (Last time I dive in the bargain bin), and to make matter worse, I had lost my credit card. As I left the park, I told the ranger about what had happened, and all he did was laugh at me. Thankfully I wasn't hurt, but he did let me off with a warning for being within the park limits without a permit, for which I was extremely thankful.
A few days after returning home, earlier than intended, I was sitting up watching TV, when I began dozing off. Turning off the television, I went to bed, making sure the doors were locked, and the blinds were open, as I was expecting the light of the full moon to let me enjoy a bit of light, without waking me up.
It seemed like a few hours later when I awoke, my arms and legs itchy and oddly warm. Getting up to check in the bathroom, I simply swished my tail with each step..... Tail? Quickly running to the bathroom to turn the light on, what I saw in the mirror made me scream.
"What the hell? Where did the tail come from? How do I move it? Oh my god, what am I going to do about work tomorrow?" My mind was running through scenario after scenario of what would happen. It was then I realized that I was looking down at my muzzle, with my fox-like fingers held out at arms length. Letting out a scream at what I saw in the mirror, I fainted.
Waking up to my phone going off, I picked it up, not opening my eyes for fearing what I would see.
"Yo, John! Where the hell do you think you are? It's three in the afternoon and you're late for work!" It was my manager, my job as stock boy was a bit sporadic, but always the same times of day. I had forgotten about it.
"Shit! Sorry, sir. I hit my head last night, and I don't feel good. I'm going to have to pass today." I know, bullshit excuse, but it was the best I had as I opened my eyes. After all, how could I explain that I was covered in fur, and my muzzle.... Where had it gone? It felt SO real with what happened last night. Had it been a dream?
"Alright, but you're pulling a double shift tomorrow, no break!" At the point, he hung up, not waiting for anything from me, probably thinking I was simply drunk.
Getting up, and full awake now, I was in my bed, same clothes I went to bed in the night before, but it was as if nothing had happened. Growling softly to myself, I went downstairs to go grab some breakfast. My girlfriend gave me a bit of a blush as she came in. Yes, I lived with my girlfriend. No, we weren't married, but were planning on it. Her parent's had given her the house under the stipulations that she kept up the housework, yard work, and bills paid. I made sure to help where I could, taking a night course to be a handyman.