A Tale of Paranormals

Intense!

Chapter 5. Intense!

We have to find her!”

Amarantia was jolted out of her amusement by her brother's voice. “Go!” She hissed, brows furrowed in worry and fear.

Daemas smiled at her once more, and with untold speed and unnatural silence, he leaped into the air, causing cold winds to ruffle Amarantia’s clothes, and he bolted out of there – becoming a dot in the sky in a second.

Amarantia stared at the direction he flew off to, her left hand on her chest, where her beating hand rested under. Her other hand went to her right cheek, which was slightly warm – and Amarantia knew it wasn’t the cold.

‘Is this how it feels like being close to your mate? This joy?’ She thought, smiling warmly. “But I won't forgive him easily though.” She said out loud with a huff, making John c**k his head questioningly. “I'm thinking on ways to t*****e him.” She said to him. “Mate or not, what he did was unforgivable.”

“Can I join in torturing him?” John asked enthusiastically, his tail wagging excitedly.

“I see why not.”

John grinned a wolfishly from, all full of deadly rows of teeth.

“By the way, you should get going. I don't want them to see you.”

“Neither do I. See you later tonight, Amara.”

“Later John.”

The cursed human sprinted off, going to the homey cave his family made for him.

Amarantia started heading to the village, meeting her brother and rescue team on the way.

When Wyre saw his sister, it was like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. He ran up to her, shouting her name. He bent down a little and dragged her into a tight hug.

At the stagger height of 6’2, Wyre was taller than everyone one in the family. His ripped muscles – gained from doing hard labour everyday – could be seen even through the coat he wore. He made Amarantia – who measured at about 5’4 – look so small in his arms

‘By the Mothers. Only seventeen and he's like a mountain. Why father? Why? Why did your genes of tallness skip me?’ Amarantia mentally cried.

One of the disadvantage of being a Nymkas is the unbelievable short height. Their mother was 5’5 – how could a mother be taller than her daughter?! – and her cousins measured at 5’2. Wyre really lucked out.

Amarantia rolled her eyes at her affectionate brother and patted him on the back to assure him that she was really fine.

Wyre moved back and stared down at her, his hands on her shoulders. “Where were you? Are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

“I'm fine, Wyre. Albeit I lost my way because of the storm last night, luckily I found a cave. Me and Perry cuddle last night and kept each other warm last night. Isn't that right Perry?"

Her horse whined in agreement.

“Are you sure you're okay, Amara? I thought I saw something weird fly into the sky just now.” A voice spoke up and Amarantia groaned internally as that voice hit her ears.

“Ok, I'll have to make things clear right now. Again. One, you have no permission to call me by that name. Only my family do and you're not my family. Two, I can take care of myself. I'm not a damsel in distress that you have to save every time. And Three, it could have been a bird that you saw, oe something. Ma- God knows that they are weird animals out in these woods. So, please, drop it Luke.”

Phew, she almost said Magic.

Luke Mason was the son of Lord and Lady Mason, who moved into the village two years before Amarantia and her family did. He had short brown hair, cornflower blue eyes, fair skin and was quite handsome too. Well, to others that is. Every time Amarantia saw him, all she could see was the physically embodiment of annoyance and irritation.

Amarantia was not ashamed to say that the Mason family put her off. Something about them is not right. And her family also assert to her views too.

Ever since they moved in and Luke sighted her, he has been trying to court her, even though she was fourteen at that time, and he twenty-one. For five years now, she has been evading him; even straight up telling him she has no interest in him, or anyone else for that matter – but the now twenty-five man never gave up.

Thank Magik that she and her family were leaving the village very soon. Five years in this depressing and backwards town was enough. Then she can be with her Mate in peace.

‘Wait… what?’ Amarantia back tracked on her thought, blinking twice in surprise. ‘Did I just think about being with Daemas and living in peace with him?’ She groaned inwardly and physically pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘I heard the whole Mate thing was strong and all, but I didn’t think it was this strong. By the Mothers.’

“Amara, are you okay?” Her brother asked at her reaction.

“I'm alright. I just didn't sleep at all last night because of the storm. I'll like to fall into a coma right now.” She sighed.

“Then go home and rest.” Her friend, Maria Williams, said. “I'll explain to Papa and Mama what happened. After all, they own it to you for what you did yesterday.”

Yesterday at the ‘witch’ trail, Maria's mother, Mr. Fredrick's wife, Marisa, was dragged into it all. One of the obnoxious female nobles called her out that she was a witch. Major eye roll here. Amarantia – who followed her mistress – rebuked her fiercely and harshly that the woman had no choice but to shut up. Amarantia may be a servant to the Williams, but she has a good head on her shoulders. And seeing as she was one of the town’s sweetheart, the judges listened to her words, as well as Mr. Fredrick. Marisa couldn't show her gratitude enough that she gave Amarantia lots of gifts to carry home yesterday, even though Amarantia told her Belakyas stick together, different clans or not. It was just said that she couldn’t save that poor girl.