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body were tensing up.  I knew this feeling and who it was directed at.  “I’m going to kill him…”
    Returning back to white, “I tried to ease the pain by bonding with your senses.  The goal that Oberon created me with was to never kill the host.  Too many killed themselves due to what happened to them.”
    “You mean committed suicide?”
    It briefly went back to gray, then white again.  “Suicide, being killed by their packs, unable to defend themselves in a fight.  Most who were inflicted with me died very young and painfully.”
    Maybe because I had such a good family, but I never had any thoughts of killing myself.  A lot in the pack considered me a leper, but none tried to kill me.  “I guess it could’ve been a lot worse for me.”
    “It would have been so different with many.  Unlike your ancestors, you saw the enhanced senses I gave you as your special gift.  I am so pleased to see how you have survived.”
    “You tried to help me?  Doesn’t that conflict with your original purpose?”
    “I am sorry, but the amount of time we have is over.  Trials are coming, as I can feel my creator’s spirit on this island.”
    Not again.  “Give me something to go back with, anything!”
    It flickered again.  “Oberon’s curse has done much harm, but in the future, it will bring much light.”
    And just like last time, right as we were getting to the good part, I was pulled back out of my subconscious.  Waiting for me back in the real Neverland was the Sphinx.  “Did you speak with Oberon’s curse?  Were you able to gain access to your wolf?”
    “I did.”  Of everything it told me, this was the hardest pill to swallow.  “My wolf is dead; the curse was designed to make sure I never became a true werewolf.”
    “Oh Victor!”  I guess she felt like I needed comforting and she rushed in and hugged me.  Forgetting she was an immortal creature full of power, she damn near crushed me.  I couldn’t even get out a yelp.  I guess my gasping for life was a clue and she relented a bit.  “Oberon has gone too far.  I never would have guessed he would be so cruel.”
    Knowing that this curse caused so many of my ancestors to die meaningless deaths made my hate for this guy like a bomb that was ticking down.  “This curse ends with me.  What do we need to do to ensure that?”
    “If we remove Oberon from this world, then I believe that you will be the last to suffer its fate.  The curse is unfortunately tied to your life force, but with his death we can prevent future generations from suffering.”
    I was getting ready to tell her the curse’s final words of wisdom to me when I heard a very strange noise.  “Is that a helicopter?”
    “What are you talking about?  I do not hear a thing.”
    I hushed her so I could listen.  “There’s a helicopter coming this way.”
    We waited there and about ten minutes of awkward silence later, she heard it too.  “Who would be coming to this place?”
    That didn’t matter.  “Can you cloak us or douse the fire?  Whoever it is, we don’t know if they’re friend or foe.”
    “I cannot cloak this area, but,” she whooshed the fire away, putting us in darkness.  The only light was the sliver of moonlight shining through and the light attached to the approaching helicopter.
    I followed its path with my eyes.  It was heading towards a beach not too far from us.  “Come on, we’re going to go see who that is.”
    The Sphinx took point (because she knew the traps like the back of her hand) and I followed in closely behind her.  Since it was on our side of the island, our chances for running into the crocodile or lizard people were slim.  In fact, I was more liable to trip to death over the roots and growth trying to keep up with her.
    We reached the tree line, close to the beach.  The helicopter was making its way down, sending sand and rocks every which way.  We both flattened down on the ground, using the thick grass as both a