Chapter 9
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Lyra didn't know how long she ran, and where she was, but she didn't stop. She felt power surge through her veins as she howled in the woods like she was part of it. She felt like she was one with the wind as she felt it in every inch of her body. She was wild and free. She belonged to no one but herself tonight.
Suddenly she stopped, panting like she just ran a marathon….she did.
Looking around she was surrounded by thick trees and bushes, she didn't even know how she got here. She could see pretty well in the dark, but everywhere seemed pitch black, eerie, like there was no sign of life… she tried to sniff out a scent, anything to alert her….. nothing, but she was sure of one thing, she walked right into where she wasn't meant to be.
Alpha Ronan was going to kill her…that's if whatever she walked into doesn't kill her first.
She turned back, she was just going to retrace her steps until she got back to the palace. Suddenly her ear tingled as her heart started beating out of control.
Holding her head, everywhere began to spin, as her heart beat became irregular, she began to lose her balance.
…what's….what's happening to her
Falling to her knees, her vision became poorer and she could not hear her heart beat again, her eyes slowly closed as she fell to the ground.
Figures appeared from the bushes, curious looks appeared on their faces as their red eyes shone in the moon while they surrounded her.
“Who is she…..?”
A quiet voice, cut through the thick silence as they did nothing but stare at the unconscious Lyra.
“What….what is she?”
Another voice echoed as someone cut through the crowd. She has long nails as she used it to caress her face, as her dark red eyes trailed her skin as she tried to make out what she was dealing with. She could be a threat.
She had long soft hair, pushing it to the side, she saw the crescent mark that seemed to look more like a scar now, with no life. She looked soft, and almost harmless, but something was definitely off about this….. thing.
She was thin and looked frail, and pale. She was different. When she walked in, her heart rhythm was different than theirs, plus she didn't immediately feel unconscious when she walked into their territory, there was more to her, that wasn't always a good sign
“Is she….one of them..?”
A pair of dark eyes turned sharply to the one that asked, her eyes piercing through its skin. The noise died down immediately as they stood frozen to the ground.
Turning back to the slumbed body on the ground, she looked a bit shaken.
“Bring her to the cave.”
She instructed and walked out as they immediately started chanting, soon enough she was elevating as they guided her deeper into the bushes.
Alpha Ronan didn't stop for one second, running and sniffing at the same time as he looked extremely angry. Caelin didn't dare to say a word. She hasn't seen the alpha show any emotions for a decade…thinking about it, she hasn't seen the alpha show any emotions at all. But the air around him tonight was chilling and frightening. There were guard's behind them, running and spreading out in every nook and corner searching for Lyra.
Still gathering her, they still wondered what kind of creature she was.
Suddenly, as if sensing her presence, they made their way with their heads bowed low.
She had long, red dark hair, and she wore a long blue robe that shone. She was pale, and her features were soft. She looked ethereal, it was almost like she wasn't real.
“We saw her in the bushes Queen Samira”
The girl who instructed that she was brought to the cave stepped up to speak.
“The poison didn't immediately slow down her organs…the shadows had to cast another spell….she's special”
She said as she bowed her head.
“Go get me the frog scales, and a piece of her hair and nails”
Turning her back she faced a giant pot that was already steaming.
The witches has always kept a low profile, they barely come out of the shadows they were chased into. That was how they earned their names, the shadows.
They were tricky, manipulative, deceitful and magical. The wolves couldn't handle something that powerful, so they kicked them out, separated them from their parents, their coven, they made them helpless and hopeless….. they made them beg and stripped them of their powers. Except a few of them, who was able to use black magic to retain it. But they dare not attack them recklessly, so they hid, quietly, desperate for revenge…..they stayed in the shadows. Hunting lonely wolves who wandered into their territory.
They guarded their territory as they guarded their lives…maybe more. That was all that was left for them.
Walking closer to the pot, her eyes shone dark red. It was like it was soaked in blood as she smiled. A pair of fangs appeared as her skin immediately started rotting and turning black. In a couple of seconds the beautiful, ethereal being that once was disappeared and was replaced by a hideous creature who looked rotten.
Black magic gave them their powers back, and took something tragic in return…..their beauty.
The witches were known for their extremely beautiful faces and skin. They were goddesses on land. But when some of them sought black magic to keep their powers, they turned hideous and rotten. All their soft features were replaced by scales and rough patches. Their faces became scaly and ugly and their once soft hands and nails became rough and sharp. They couldn't live like this, so they created spells to cover up the ugliness with their once had beauty.
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