Where The Heart Heals

She stood there looking of the cliff. What the hell had just happened? She turned away from the cliff and her Grandmother stood before her. “you my dear are a first” she spoke to her grandchild. “a bridge if you will between many worlds” The young woman did not understand “ I have sat on the grand council of 13 since I came of age and I sat and listened to many before that. . . I waged a war against  family. . . against my own mother because she wanted to rule the world and e*****e mankind for the vampyre race she wanted to be a goddess. I watched as the love of my life gave his life for mine not once but twice! And now I’m some kind of bridge between worlds.” She stood up even with her grandmother “I am not some pawn in a game for you deities you rule from afar and know very little about the ones you call your “children” your creations. You leave them to fight on their own claiming you gave them freedom of decision, of choices. I am part of you born of YOUR SON. And you still act as if I am just a pawn. I have forged alliances and made friends called water blood to fight for YOU to win a battle you started and for what? So I can be a bridge between worlds. I didn’t want this life. I stepped into it howbeit for the most part willingly I was a first even before I was born destined to rule by your side. Look at what I have lost! Look there” she points over the cliff where the last of the fair few she counted as her own lay bare gone to her for all time and the Love she had lost that had just given his immortal life for her lay. “ Vampyre, Human, Wolf the three enemies that joined forces to fight  a greater evil who pledged loyalty to me and to YOU are gone. You and your council be damned back to wherever you started from!” The woman wailed at her grandmother and those starting to gather. She staggered almost defeated to slump before her grandmother, audile sobs escaping “ a bridge between worlds, what more am I to endure?” she asks.  “For now nothing more my dearest one” the old woman speaks  stooping down and encircling her grandchild in her arms “Life has already asked too much of you WE have asked too much of you” The Elder woman’s tear mixing with her granddaughter’s. “for now rest my dear you will wake when your TRUE mate comes forward” The young woman looks up into her grandmother's eyes “ my true what?” she asks growing tired “ rest now my love.” The grandmother coons “rest” As her granddaughter falls into a deep sleep the elder stands to address those gathering around her “here there was a great battle fought for our sakes to keep order and look at the price the toll it has taken” she motions to the ravine where the bodies of those loyal to her and her granddaughter now lay piled in a heap. And lastly to her granddaughter “ I can ask no more of them now.” She states “what of Amyrah Bry? She can not sleep forever your grace” one of Amyrah’s young guards speaks up Aaron’s son Alastair asks like his father before him he was devoted to her granddaughter. A first created by Morgan and Amyrah themselves, a devoted vampyre that had chosen to take on the form of a wolf the highest of the vampyre guard. Gifted to shift at will not thirst for blood or need it to survive on it as the other vampyre. And could be in the sun without fear or in the moonlight. Not a hybrid in any means a first. “ She is also the Queen of the Vampyre royal sovereign chosen by them to take over in her mother’s stead. The vile wicked woman” the boy adds the last for good measure. Morgan thinks about this for a moment “I cursed the Vampyre to be what they are so I will find one to lead in her stead for the time being.” Morgan walks toward the elders gathered of the council. “ Morgan your grace, what of us the Wolves? She was our Queen before theirs our Alpha Sovereign.” He states there had been no one else those gifted would have chosen to lead them then Amyrah Bryana Donnchadh. She was of the greatest and strongest house of Scottland and Ireland combined besides the Royal house. Her father the Son of the Goddess Morgan her mother once human transformed into one of the deadliest and most feared Vampyres Vanessia raised by her father and his human side of the family trained by the mighty Vampyre elite guard Aaron who would pledge his loyalty to her and her  alone in the end. Amyrah knew where her heart lied with the ones who needed her most; she was a bridge between the worlds long before she had become of all the worlds and a true bridge. “Your Grace what she did tonight she did to save the world she stopped another mighty war from being waged by becoming like us the Wolves.” Morgan looked at Alastair. The boy only spoke the truth and she knew this “ Alastair to you and your family I bestow the guardianship of my granddaughter. She will be in your care. When she wakes in the morning she will have no memory of all of this she will live a life among the mortals. She will still have her gifts given to her at birth. The gift of eternal beauty she will not age past her 23rd birthday. Immortality though she gave that up to take on the essence of a wolf to protect those she loved here this very night I grant it back to her for it was a gift that she never would have had to give up. The power to weld as her father has the hearing sight strength speed and endurance of the vampyre without the blood lust. And the form of the wolf. And not just any wolf the Wolves shall know their sovereign as a pure white wolf with silver mantel for a crown and mane. She will be the biggest of the wolves none shall trump her and to her come all the giftings of the wolve and she will be able to control them with but a single thought.” Morgan reached down to place a hand on top of her granddaughter lovingly moving a stray hair from her face. “John’s heirs shall take on the title of King Alpha and rule over the wolves for now.” She stated “I will take her to my mother’s people.” Alastair stated. “The gypsies will be able to help me protect her” Morgan looked over at the boy in thought for a moment. “ Then they too shall have the gifting of the wolves and no longer are they just gypsy but Royal Gypsy protectors of The Sovereign Alpha Queen and her memory.” Morgan states She turns to her brother Samuel “Brother you are the Elder of the Gypsies will you take on this mantel?'' She asks the younger of the two siblings “It would be my honor, big sister, to protect my great niece. None other in our time has brought humans vampyre and wolves together to fight side by side as brothers and sisters in arms. None other deserves this more than Amyrah.” Morgan nodded at her brother and the council all nodded in approval “ then it is settled go Alastair and Samuel and guard her with your lives for hers is not over yet” Morgan to thought and before the two left she stated for all there to hear “From here on out I am Morgan to the mortal humans and Saline to the Wolves my children of the Moon Birthed under the full moon with the love I had for my granddaughter and the love she had for those she swore to protect so will I protect in her absence. Until her memory is reawakened and she takes her rightful place” She turned to Alastair and Samuel “Go seek me in the moonlight”… ………………………………………………………………… “Myrah behind you!” called a russet wolf to the young woman running through the woods “I see him” she replied, almost dancing about avoiding the gray wolf on her flank. “to you left Grace '' Myrah points and dances away again as the russet wolf runs by. '' Your both slowing down” came the booming voice through the mindlink “well I am a human '' Myrah retorted as she danced around yet another warrior on her heels. “ How much longer Micah this is getting old” Myrah asked, tackling a young warrior to the ground and skipping off back into the woods “20 more minutes or until you can catch me” Micah says in mind link “great” Myrah and Grace think in unison. Samuel gets up from his perch where he had been watching the training session. And trudges towards his son Micah pouncing on him “there I caught you game over” he says and he morphs from his black wolf fully clothed since he was an elder and a Royal gypsy wolf. “ Da not fair” Micah says “they must learn” he starts “Myrah has been training since she was Amyrah and then she trained with the most elite I think she deserves a few minutes off training every now and again” he mind links his son ending the conversation. Myrah came over and sat at the Elders' feet under a large oak tree. “ Elder Samuel” she greeted him with a hug and plopped down.” Myrah” he nodded. “Da why on earth would you end training like that? They must be ready” Micah’s gray and black wolf came to sit down next to his father “because there are other things Myrah must train for.” Samuel turned to the child “Myrah, next week we travel to the Royal Packs grounds.” Samuel said stretching out and sitting with his back against the tree “There are four packs of royal blood made up of the original Kings four children” Myrah shifted a little peeved off “Elder Samuel there isn’t a King there is only the Sovereign Queen Morgan Saline’s granddaughter to rule.” She spoke up. Through the almost thousand years since the great battle and the creation of the modern werewolf the story got a little muddled. Being told now of the Sovereign Queen being Morgan and Saline the Goddess not the two one as it was so.  Samuel couldn’t help smiling she never changed one bit “ No Myrah tis true what you say but Saline in her granddaughter's stead raised a family that would lead true as her granddaughter and we honor them next week. Alpha King Gideon’s nephew is taking over his father’s pack and the alpha king himself wishes The Royal Gypsy Pack there for the festivities” Micah huffed Gideon’s nephew was his as well as Gideon’s mother was Micah’s sister. “Do you think I’m ready Uncle Micah?” The lad himself came round after shifting and getting dressed from training “ Well I’ll put it to you this way PUP I can not teach you much more then what I already know nor can Alasteir or me da so I’mma guessing you are. But do you feel ready Lard Byron?” Byron thought for a moment “I will pledge my loyalty to Saline and her granddaughter Morgan to keeping the Wolves realm and peace with the Royal Vampyre as we have been for almost a thousand years and one day I hope to stand before our Sovereign Queen and watch as she sits in the great throne of old” Byron placed his right hand over his heart as he said that a bit of a side eye on Myrah for he knew who she truly was. It was his packs job to stand at the ready to protect her “And I’m sure on that she will be honored to have you at her side should she need ya lad” Samuel spoke up “sure as a lap pup” Myrah said in jest “Byron know this my sweet cousin Morgan herself would be a great witch if she not a kin to your duty and loyalty to her” Myrah said thinking about it. “From your lips dear cousin” Byron said “ I know I’d be honored” Myrah added laying back on the grassy null. “Elder Samuel you were there at the great time. What were they like?” Samuel thought for a moment “them who lass” Micah asked “Saline and Morgan” Myrah replied.  Samuel smiled remembering who his sister was with her granddaughter “they were a farce of nature no truer warriors lived that could match their love for one another or those they called their own. Morgan commanded many but she earned their loyalty and she had the battle scars to prove it both seen and unseen. Morgan lost a lot in her life and gave up even more. But she never complained she did it out of love. That is why so many remained loyal to her even after she and her grandmother vanished.” Myrah sat for a moment “will I have to meet this King” she asked finally the real questing finally asked “ay and sit with him at the great table” he looked over to the girl “you are the only human gifted of Saline borne of the great line of Queen Katherine closest friend and confident of our Sovereign Queen one of the few humans that allied with Morgan for the great war against her mother Vanessia. One of the few that did not betray them.” Myrah tilted her head sideways “the last of my line” she added. The weight of that statement is not completely true. Gideon Caleb Alpha King had some of Queen Katherine’s blood running through his veins and Myrah none to speak of but that was part of the fable told to Myrah.” Will I have to wear a dress” Myrah asked, scrunching up her face at the thought “ay and me wife is going to take you looking for one.” Byron sat down next to the girl he had grown up with that he would die to protect. He still wished that when he had turned 16 he’d have been her true mate but that wasn’t the case. “I bet you look amazing in a ball gown” he told Myrah “I bet we never find out” she retorted. “oh come on Myrah you have to be a lady at some point. Ya talk about Morgan all the time and she was a great lady of her time do not ya think that mayhaps you could take after her in that way” Samuel near burst out laughing at that statement Myrah was still the same, still preferred pants to a skirt and a good mount to anything. “ay no lad she was for pants to a skirt but she still dawned a skirt when she had to with grace.” Samuel stated matter of factly. “Even so I kin to think that Myrah would turn a head or two in the right dress.” Myrah burst out laughing “just for one night and one night alone” she told Byron “So you’re wearing a pant suit for ya wedding are ya now” Micah laughed at the thought “okay TWO nights then” Myrah added “Myrah, Elder Samuel” Alasteir came jogging up in wolf form pure silver “ Myrah I believe Tabitha is ready to take you dress shopping and find something besides boots for shoes please.” Alasteir spoke “Right well off to the torture rooms then” Myrah said getting up “Coming Grace she asked the russet wolf who had been training with her “of course here hop on” she said as they race back to the packhouse and Tabitha Samuel’s wife. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ “Nope don’t like this one either” Myrah said “It makes your butt look well different” Grace said “it’s just the bow” Tabitha commented. The attendant stepped aside as Myrah went to change out of the dress “There is one more a Alasteir Aarons dropped by as picked it out said Myrah might be a kin to it whatever that means” Grace rolled her eyes “It means she may like it” she said. The attendant handed it over to Myrah in the changing room. It was a simple enough dress not exactly form fitting semi loose midnight navy that sparkled in the light like the stars in the sky it had a silver Celtic knot belt with a wolf and moon fastener. And a jacket of faux gray fox fur. Myrah stepped out of the dressing room. The dress was long with a bit of a train and the jacket or more of a cape went half way down the back of the dress. It suited Myrah and showed off her Royal features perfectly. She looked like the goddess she truly was. “Alasteir for the win” Myrah said looking in the wall of mirrors ``I'd say so” Tabitha stated gasping, a huge smile across her face “maybe he missed his calling as a designer” Myrah said admiring the dress in the mirrors “ay mayhaps” Tabitha stated “I am a guessing it’s already paid for” Tabitha asked the attending “yes ma’am and shoes to match” Myrah rolled her eyes “gee great let me guess heels” the attendant bobbed her head up and down “they truly are lovely though” she stated holding them up. There were heels but not too high and in boot style the same color as the dress with glitter sparkles all over like the stars as well. “Perfect” Myrah tried them on but they weren’t too uncomfortable so she didn’t mind them too awfully bad.