AVALONIA

About 16 years ago. Moon Goddess / Tara's POV "Roman, I can't lose our child. I can't let them take her aways from me." I tell my husband with tears in my eyes. "She is destined for greatness, just like you. I know that someday she will follow in your footsteps and rule over your people." I have just given birth to a beautiful baby girl....Avalonia. She is the product of f*******n love. The one Roman and I shared for many years in secret. We come from two different worlds but one fateful day destiny brought us together. I saved Roman from dying after being shot with a silver bullet in battle. Something in me couldn't let him die. Something way stronger than the power I had to give about new life. I knew from the moment I looked inside his deep blue eyes that he would forever have my heart. I had fallen in love with a ware wolf. Our two worlds had lived in harmony for centuries because both worlds abided by the rules. A god and a wolf were not allowed to mate or it would start another great war taking hundreds of lives and so for months, I took my human form just so we could be together. Roman knew exactly what I was, and he was willing to risk his life just so we could be together. We got married in secret. We wished to start a family of our own but we had only heard of myths about children that were bore from the womb of a god. Books and tales spoke about horrid one-eyed little creatures and deadly monster trolls. Having children was too risky. Keeping our hands off of each other became quite a task that we couldn't take it any more. That's when I fell pregnant with Avalonia. Three months later, here we are and our child is nothing like those things we read about. She is an angel. I know it won't take long until the council finds out about our crimes. I have to hide her in the human world and make the council believe that I lost her during child birth. There is only one person I trust with her life. Neuru, My Earth mother. She will take good care of her. It breaks my heart to know that I'll be losing my child and the love of my love. Roman and I knew this day would come. We knew that the day we would have to give up our love to save the lives of our people would come and we knew that we could never be the family we've always dreamed of being. I shall right a letter to my beautiful baby girl on her 16th birthday. So that she knows I exist, if the council decides to spare my life. She should know about what her father and I had to go through and why we gave her up. She should know why she was never normal. She should know why she didn't grow up with her mother and father. She should know why her safety depends on keeping her hidden from both our worlds. I know she'll be an amazing goddess or shewolf someday. I just hope I live to see the day. This is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, but it's for the future of my child. "My dear Avalonia" AVA's POV "Nana, I can't find my shoes. Do u know where they might be. If I can't find them in the next 5 minutes I'll be late for school" just like every Monday morning, I woke up late. Lately, I'm finding it difficult to sleep at night. I keep having nightmares about being stranded on the moon. It's funny because scientifically speaking, breathing on the moon without the necessary gear is impossible and I don't think my petite body carries enough weight that would keep me from drifting towards my death. I run downstairs still looking for my favorite pair of sneakers, and yes... I am a sneaker girl. Always have been always will be. My birthday is in a few weeks. I'm finally turning 16. Grandma says that I'll be like every other hormonal teenager, Always worrying about makeup and crying over a pair of block heals every now and then. I doubt that, I don't even like the mall for that matter. As I'm contemplating all these thoughts in my head, I almost run into my very angry looking Nana. "What did I say about running down the stairs?" she looks at me with those caring eyes of hers and I almost want to break down and cry. I sigh "No running up and down the stairs because I might break a bone or worse. I know grandma. I'm sorry" I give her the puppy dog eyes to seal the deal and her frown finally turns into a warm smile that melts my heart. She has been my only family for as long as I can remember. I always thought babies were bought because that's what she told me when I was 8, but after a quick chat with my biology teacher, she sure had some explaining to do. The only thing I know about my parents is that they died in an accident the night I was born. This really broke my heart, but u can't really cry over people you didn't even meet, let alone know. I do wish I had a childhood with both my parents. I do wish to be like other kids, having picnics and family birthdays or whatever families do together, but I can never have that. I'm just grateful that I had my Nana. I wouldn't say my childhood was any different from other kids. In fact it was amazing. She gave me everything that I could ever want and need. What more could I have asked for. She is my family, and I know that family is not counted in numbers but by the safety and care you receive from your loved ones. Their love alone keeps you tethered to the universe. Nana's hand on my shoulder brought me back to earth. She saw the sadness in my eyes and leaned in to embrace me. Every time I would cry as a child, she would make me her famous cookies to have with milk, but it was always her hugs that made me calm. She put all her love into them, I guess that's one of the reasons they had such an effect on me. All a person wants is to be loved, cherished and cared for. "Are you okay sweet pea?" she asked me in such a caring voice. I didn't trust my voice to form sensible sentences so I just nodded and blinked the tears away. "I know your birthday is in a few weeks, but I'd rather you have your present now." I gasped as she revealed a box of the Nike sneakers I've been crying for since i hit my teen years. These must have cost a fortune. I can't seem to hold back the tears anymore. I jump to squeeze her in a tight hug, forgetting how old she is and that she could pass out in front of me from how tightly I'm hugging her. She doesn't seem to mind though. "Thank you so much Nana, these are absolutely beautiful" My stomach growls as I put on the shoes and she just chuckles. Knowing my grandma, she probably already made my favorite pancakes. I follow her into the kitchen only to see a whole 9 inch stack of pancakes with Mable syrup and blueberries. I love this woman. I don't even know what I'd do without her. I sigh when I remember that I'm still late for school so I won't have a chance to actually savour these mouth watering cupcakes. I stuffed a few into my mouth, gobled down the glass of warm milk she made for me, ran to give her a kiss goodbye and off i went. I get to school and I'm just reminded of how much I hate it. I always knew that I was destined for bigger things and that school wouldn't be able to get me those things, but I happened to be an honor roll student, which meant that I was forced to love school. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing I value more than education, I just feel that the school environment now is no longer as healthy as it used to be. Unless there were mean girls, hot bad boys and hormonal teenagers who ingage in s*x and drugs as a way to be considered as part of the human population back then too. I wonder what it must have been like during my Nana's time. Maybe she was the ruthless mean girl at her school too. I laugh at that thought knowing my Nana is too pure and too kind to have a mean bone in her body. The school bell rings and I'm almost relieved to notice that the ice queen is nowhere in sight, or in simple terms... That Sabrina didn't make it to school today. I hope whatevers keeping her away from school does it for the rest of the semester. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her. I just don't understand why she has to be so mean to. I can't enjoy a single day of peace when she's around. She mocks me about my white hair, which let me point out that I've had since I turned 13. So one night, I was outside on the full moon, Nana says I was sleep walking. I never told her that I heard a women's voice calling on to me from the woods near by our house. So I got up, in the middle of the night and walked towards this angelic voice, but with no one to guide me under the dark night sky, I walked into a lake, and well with no oxygen intake....I drowned. As I sunk down under, the light from the moon struck my chest and my whole body felt like the life out of me was being sucked out by a very powerful force. My hair turned white and I have had pale white skin ever since. Nana always told me that I looked like the moon Goddess. That's how I got my white hair. The rest is history. Before I know it, I'm approaching the front door of my first class. At least I made it here on time. Mr Matthews is already in the classroom. I know for a fact that I could never beat him to class, the guy is an early bird. One would even go as far as to think that he sleeps here at the school. Mr Matthews has been teaching at this school for as long as I can remember, Well to be fair I've only been at this school for 3 years now. I'm a junior soon to be senior in two years. Yeiy I can't wait to sit through another million history classes. Note to sarcasm. Grandma says he has been teaching at this school for 20 years, She even showed me a picture of him then and I'm happy to say that he hasn't changed a bit. Which makes me question how old he really is. He doesn't look a day over 30. He is very handsome. Either he ages very well or there is a anti-aging syrum he's taking. "Good morning class, take your seats so that we can begin." I take my rightful seat at the back. I've been feeling really out of place every since the previous full moon. Strange things always happen on a full moon, I just wonder if I'm the only one going all through these changes. Last time there was a full moon I had super vision. I could see even the smallest ant that was a mile away from my human eyes. It was very strange because all my other senses got stronger. I could hear people across the street. I won 1st place on the track team which hardly ever happens because I hate sports. I could lift a whole table, I know this because I lifted my own bed. My taste buds were practically the same. Nothing strange there. I was falling apart, I didn't raise too much suspicions at school or at home. Luckily they only lasted 24 hours and I went back to normal. I couldn't help but die inside every time something happened because I couldn't tell my Nana. How would she process all of this. How would she even help me, But I really wanted to tell her everything. From the voice I heard that night to everything else. "Miss Quinn" a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a worried Mr Matthews starring at me. "would you like to enlighten the class on your thoughts with regards to the asteroid that almost hit planet earth by a few inches in 1978" Was all I managed to say. Like I said, I've been drifting off a lot lately. I'm starting to think something is wrong with me. "Miss Quinn you haven't answered my question" What do I say to him, I was listening for half of the class. I hate history. "Uhm, well you see" the bell rung mid sentence signaling the end of the class. Saved by the bell, could this day get any better. I quickly get up to get away from an angry Mr Mathews... But he stops me. His emotions are confusing the peanuts out of me. He looked worried 5 minutes ago but now he is supposedly mad at me. It's not my fault his class is boring or that I'm having a hard time processing how my life got to this. "Miss Quinn, may I have a word." This is it people. I'm getting detention or something. Maybe he is gonna order the Navy to take me out or better yet he might kill me himself. Okay I think I being a little bit extreme over just merely not paying attention in class. I however, shall accept any form of punishment I'm given. It must be reasonable at the least. "I've noticed that you've been off lately, and this is me showing concern for my top student. Is everything okay at home?" If only you knew Mr Mathews. If only you knew. Instead I just nod and tell him what any other teen in my position would say. "I'm okay, everything at home is just fine thank you. I just feel sick." I have really gotten used to this lying thing now. I don't like it, but it has been a basic survival skill. I know nothing about this man besides that he doesn't age. I can't be spilling things about my life to him. "Okay Miss Quinn, but if you ever feel the need to talk... I know someone who could help with your condition." Excuse me, my condition. Whatever does he mean by that. Does he know about the things...wait how would he know. I'm being paranoid. He must have seen the confused look on my face to make him clarify what he meant. "I meant with your sickness miss Quin" I let out a sigh of relief. Again, I nodded in agreement. Then I left him to do whatever history teachers do, But theres just something about him that seemed off. My gut is never wrong, but maybe it must be the hunger. I didn't quite have a fulfilling breakfast. I walk away... The rest of the day goes smoothly and I'm so grateful for that. Finally it's time to go home. I make my way through the school corridors but something else catches my eye. As I make my way past Mr Mathews class, I hear a growl. What I saw next was something I knew I wouldn't be unable to see for the rest of my life. There was a 6 feet beastly ware wolf going through Mr Matthews' bag. My rapid beating heart must have let the horrid thing know of my presence. All I could think about besides saving my own life was Mr Mathews. Was he okay. Did this thing kill him or worse, eat him alive. Suddenly the growling stopped, I blinked rapidly before again peeking to see if he was gone, and he was right there starring at me. I looked into his eyes, paralysed at the sight before me. My feet couldn't seem to find their rhythm. I was glued to one place, waiting for him to attack me, but surprisingly nothing happened. He just stood there, staring at me as if he wanted me to escape. I didn't want to be told twice so I backed away slowly and I ran like my life depended on it. I get hope, out of breath and out of the will power to live. I was lucky enough to have made it home before sunset, After today, who knows what else might be in those woods. I look at the very tall trees outside my house. I can't be thinking about going into the woods this late into the day. I've had enough adventures for the day. I can't try to get myself killed twice, that's just absurd. I'll save my mission for tomorrow after school. "Nana... I'm home" I yell from across the leaving room. Something seems off. Nana is always in the kitchen making dinner at this time and to think about it, it's a bit too quiet. I make my way up the stairs slowly. I need to be as quiet as I can in order to hear any suspicious movements inside the house. I walk straight to her room but she's not there. I'm starting to panic now, where could she be. I hear footsteps from all across the hallway. That doesn't sound like my Nana's pumps. She never wears boots in the house. Oh no what if someone broke in here and kidn*pped my grandma. I need a weapon but I can't seem to find anything deadly around here. I'm just going to have to face whatever or whoever is out there unarmed. I grab the baseball bat I put under Nana's bed incase of emergencies. I applaud my brain for thinking about situations like these. I walk out of the room ready to spill guts but someone grabs me from behind. I turn around to gasp at the sight I just witnessed.