The end and the beginning
Walking. I’m walking through land that is so green. Pure in its own beauty, untouched by man’s greed I can tell. It’s strange as it feels so familiar to me. But putting that down to having the same dream almost every night for the past couple of months, I continue on. Feeling grass between my toes. I looked down to realise I’m barefoot which is nothing unusual for me, but what is is that I’m in a white lace dress that is cut much shorter at the front, exposing my legs to the bitter wind as it flies past me heading West. I pivot my body around slightly to look at the back of the dress. The back trails down and pools out on the ground. I noticed the lace has a crescent moon inside a five pointed star with a dragon that circles around with its wings extended tail when it mouth as if it’s protecting the star and Moon. At the points of the star are ancient hieroglyphics. Possibly an old forgotten language I do not recognise. Attempting to take note of the emblem, so I can remember it for when I wake. Once I’m confident in procuring the symbol I continue on with my investigation of the dress. The sultry V line, exposure sweeps down, just passed, my breastbone, much more than I am comfortable, revealing as it exposes my jagged scar that rests between my breasts. A cold shutter runs down my spine due to my bare skin. That’s exposed to the cold. My long white hair falls past my waist in subtle, waves, it’s natural shine, glistens in the moonlight. My slightly sunkissed skin had some colour to me making me look not so sickly or bland. It’s bad enough that White or blonde hair doesn’t exist in lycan or werewolf kingdoms a millennia, not since the knights. They were a royal lycan family, direct descendants of the goddess herself. So as you can imagine, my hair colour made me a constant target for bullies. in my school and following me all the way to college until I left for other painful reasons. Picking up a few strands of hair. I huff at the horrid memories. But I don’t have long to dwell on them as screams in the distance break me free from my thoughts. Confused as my dream never goes further than me investigating my dress. my head abruptly shoots up and start scanning my surroundings, looking for the source of where the screams are coming from. Not in Woodlands about 200 yards ahead from where I’m standing. “Ahh!” More screams and cries of pain rip through the once peaceful night sky. I start to sprint towards them realising that’s where the sounds are coming from. Blood curdling screams and cries of pain grow more intense. I run faster pushing myself further than I did before. Bursting through the tree line, I feel brambles, twigs mare the flesh on my feet. Ignoring the pain, I noticed the cries of pain once frantic, start to fade the more I push myself forward. But not before I hear their pleas for help. Struggling to make out or sense of what they’re saying. I can only make out a few words.
“Our Queen” “we’ve been waiting” “rise from the shadows into the light” “save us”.
Panic grips me creeping its way into my bones has me pushing myself even harder. Desperate to get to the source of the sounds. my mind starts racing am I to late?, I start to shout out myself.
“ I’m coming, wait I’ll help you please”.
“Where are you”
Desperation overcomes me to find the poor soul crying out, I look ahead and see another opening in the tree line. I go to jump through, but in the same moment, I twisted my ankle buckling in mid air and landing on the ground with a loud thud. Catching myself with my hands and knees before my face makes contact with the dirt. I come to realise the screams have stopped completely, eerie silence takes its place. I look around whilst still on ground. I see nothing but grassy hills, a few trees and mountains in the distance with their tall peaks standing out. Pulling myself up from the ground and onto my feet, I noticed tears in my flesh going up past my ankles, thorns embedded into the open wounds, and my own blood, pulling out on the dirt beneath me. I ignore the pain I continue, pulling myself up. I bends down into a defensive position and scan my surroundings again. This time I notice a tall tree different from the others resting on top of one of the hills, straightening myself back up. My breath catches in my throat at the she size and beauty of the tree. Catching my breath back, I inhale and exhale greedily. Taking this time to look at the trees details. It looks like a willow tree, but it’s not. The tree easily the size of a large house with its branches that span out across the hill. Its leaves whipping in the wind. but what truly catches my attention are the trees flower. It has the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. They seem to be an unusual shade of fluorescent blue has me picking up my feet and slowly walking towards it. Turning my head up, and looking towards the stars, I come to the conclusion of how dull they look compared to the flowers. Retracing my sight back to the fluorescent blue flower I noticed its leaves are unusually shaped much like the flower each different, but equally as beautiful in their own way. Joined as One. Created to work together as a whole, neither could survive without the other. After a while, I force myself to look away from the leaf and flower tracing the branches to the trunk, where Im shocked to realise a woman stands underneath the tree. The woman is looking back at me. Her face shows it kind patient smile, almost amused. Her eyes seem to glow the same as the tree she stands beneath. I’m shocked to realise she has the same emblem, that’s on my dress, but hers is engraved into her skin, in the middle of her forehead, and sweeps down between her eyebrows. It shine brightly in gold. I stop in my tracks, a sense of unease travels up my spine. Looking back at the woman this time straight in the eyes, I’m left, shocked, almost fearful, as I noticed she has two sets of irises and pupils. Both sitting next to each other, slightly touching. Two different but equally unique in their own way much like the flower and leaf. Together as one. They both have a golden ring that spans around the outside of the irises. The first set radiant blue like the flower, but with streaks of greens, Red and purple coming through the blue. The pupil looking normal, black in colour. But strikingly fierce looking against the other colours. Hypnotic in some ways, like if I stared at them for to long they’d see my thoughts, feelings even my memories. As if sensing my thoughts she blinks. There I notice she blinks both ways up and down and again going across the eye with a different set of eyelids these ones more fleshy looking only revealing themselves when needing to. Like a serpents eye, reptilian almost. The second set of irises are more menacing with its sharp disfigured pupil, still vivid black like the others. Sharp and cunning almost evil like. Completely different from the other set a vibrant red how I didn’t notice them to begin with I do not know. Eyes that look like they can consume, destroy, possibly even create our nightmares. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves I looks at the rest of her face, shocked and equally horrified at what I see.
“It cannot be” I say as I slowly start to pick up my right foot and move it stepping back, this didn’t go unnoticed by the woman. Doing the same with my left foot to make a steady retreat back. The woman exhales and gives me a sympathetic look. Twisting my whole body around ready abruptly to run to get as far away from this woman as possible but my start line run has finished before it’s even started as the woman that was once standing under tree is now right in front of me blocking my exit. “f**k” Fear corrupts every fibre of my being, frozen in place unable to physically move she looks into my eyes and says
“Calm down Aurora I will not hurt you, I’m here to guide you. It’s time to step out of the shadows and into the light. Fulfil your destiny”
I try to reply but my mouth has gone totally dry, tongue unable to move.
“I..i..i don’t understand that’s not my name”
“You will in time but now it’s time to awaken for they have been waiting and they’ve been waiting along time to Aurora”
Still confused and stunned.
“Who. Who’s been waiting”
With my last question stumbling out my mouth she raises her hand that’s when I notice she also has the emblem engraved into the palms of her hand too. She presses her forefinger to my forehead and says “your mates” and with that a blinding light shoots from her hand which has me shutting my eyes……
