Finding Calypso

Mirror

~Calypso~

Sigrith and Octavia kept chatting trying to distract me, but nothing can fix the emptiness im battling.

That is when I feel someones grip around my wrist.

All our eyes shot up to my sister as she begins to wake.

Rory's eyes were dark with exhaustion. Her face was expressionless, flat, hard, intimidating and jaded.

But her green eyes shined as they looked at me. And I could feel mine do the same as I looked at her. Instantly our connection was locked and our thoughts were one.

We both stood up at the same time, and clasp hands as we looked into one another's eyes. In a second, it felt as if a thousand things were said without one word being spoken. We both smiled unintentionally mirroring each other with every movement.

When I hear a chip 'crunch'.

We look to Octavia and Sigrith watching us like a movie with their snacks in their hands.

I look back to my sister not needing to introduce them. She sees in my mind who they are, but that's not the only thing she sees when Rory looks into my mind.

She sees my mate. She sees his death. She reaches out to hug me, and we just hold for a second. When she breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry"

Her voice and mine were drastically different. She spoke like she was from another world. Her accent was harmonic and danced off the tip of her tongue. I could feel all her power in the sound of her voice.

I knew her apology wasn't just for my mate, but for everything. For all that I've been through. Being kept from her, from our family, and even kept from my own beast.

She had always awaited the day I would find my beast. She knew then we would finally find each other.

She psychically connected with me the first time she turned into a lycan. She was just a child then, and if she ever spoke to my our parents about me they would say she was imagining it. Seeing me each day live my life. While my beast was locked away, never able to connect back.

She didn't want us to finally meet like this. Want me to meet our brother like this.

I could feel her utter love for our brother, and how broken she feels now knowing this is who has betrayed her. She never knew the face of her true captor. Until the night I found her.

That night, after I formally introduced her to everyone, we snuck away, so we could talk. Just the two of us.

Rory made me relive all the important moments in her life. Things she knew I needed to see.

Her knowledge flew through me like a storm.

I relived her battle training. She taught me our history, our weaknesses. She taught me wolfsbane can kill any werewolf and can be used to sedate lycans. How silver sears our skin to the touch, and prevents us from healing.

She showed me how she received the mark of the beast when our father died. A magical ceremony bestowing her with the right to rule. She was just 14.

Normally the mark would have gone to the first born son, but at the time our brother wasn't of age to receive the mark. Even Rory was barely of age to take it. It would of killed her if she was not strong enough.

She showed me random memories that seem to have no significance. Like her brother and her playing as children. A star that never moved in the sky. An old abandoned home.

Even though she shared all of this, I could feel she was hiding something from me. Not really letting me peek behind her curtain. Only showing me what she felt I needed to see.

I could feel the weight the crown brought Rory. And I could feel that a sliver of her wanted to give it all up.

"I'll be leaving in the morning" Rory eventually says.

"Can I come with you?" I ask.

"Eventually, when the time comes I'll send for you." she responds.

"What do I even do now? " I ask aloud, mainly talking to myself.

I can't just go back to my little town. Pretending day in and day out. That's not who I am anymore.

She didn't seem to have an answer for me.

I didn't question her choice to leave. She is a queen. She has a throne to take back.

I guess, I just thought she would have wanted me to be apart of that. Wanted my help, but then again why would she? I'm like a broken little she wolf over the loss of my mate, and I know nothing of her world.

I wish I was stronger. Strong like Rory. Strong like a queen, sure of my journey and letting nothing hinder me.

When Rory finally left. My beast emerged from her quiet shell.

She came with a warning. Something my beast sensed. There was something about Rory she did not trust.

Then the oddest thing happened later that night. Rory cut off all psychic connections with me. I could sense she didn't want me see her plan, and she didn't want to be found.