Chapter 6 — Begging for Death
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The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of wind brushing through the city streets below. Inside the mansion, the halls were dark, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the tall windows. Maya sat alone in a quiet corner of the servant’s quarters, her small frame curled into itself, arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
Years of abuse had built up inside her, crushing every ounce of hope. Her hair, now completely white at the tips, caught the faint moonlight. Her eyes, a soft violet glow, reflected her inner torment, a spark struggling to survive in a heart filled with misery.
Why… why am I even here? she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Why did my mother die? Why… why did the world give me nothing but suffering?”
Tears ran freely down her cheeks. “I cannot… I cannot take this anymore.”
She pressed her palms to her face, trying to block out the echoes of Selena’s cruel laughter, Velyra’s mocking words, the endless commands, the endless tasks. Every memory, every slight, every shove, and every insult pressed down on her like a heavy stone.
“I’m tired… I’m so tired,” Maya whispered, her voice breaking. “Mother… please… take me with you… I cannot live like this…”
As the words left her lips, the room grew colder, a silver light shimmering around her. A soft, familiar voice whispered, gentle but commanding:
Maya… wake, wake…
Her eyes shot open. Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized it immediately—her mother, Lunaria, speaking to her through the veil of dreams.
“Mother?” she whispered, trembling. “Is it really you?”
Your time has not come, Lunaria’s voice echoed, soft but filled with strength. You must endure a little longer. You have a mission… a destiny. You cannot leave now.
Maya’s chest tightened, sobs escaping. “I don’t… I don’t understand. I’m broken… I’m tired of this life… I cannot survive this misery.”
You are not broken, Lunaria said, voice firm. You are growing. You are learning. You have inherited my blood… my power… and it waits for you. Aziria will guide you, and one day you will awaken. But not yet.
Aziria appeared beside her, white fur shimmering like starlight. Her voice was calm, soothing, but firm. “Endure, Maya. You are stronger than you know. Every insult, every cruelty, every task you have endured has forged strength within you. You are not weak… you are preparing for the moment your power awakens.”
Maya buried her face in her knees, shaking. “It hurts so much… I cannot…”
It will hurt, Lunaria whispered. The path will never be easy. But you are not alone. I am with you. Aziria is with you. And one day… you will rise above this misery. You will reclaim everything stolen from you.
A single tear slid down Maya’s cheek as a spark ignited deep within her chest. Though she did not yet understand it, the power of her divine blood pulsed, sensing her desperation, her sorrow, her longing.
“I… I will try…” she whispered. “I will endure… for you… for Mother… for Aziria… for the day I can rise.”
The moonlight bathed her in a soft silver glow. Her white hair shimmered faintly, her violet eyes flickering with power she could not yet control. Though she was broken, terrified, and weary beyond her years, a seed of determination had been planted—one that would grow into strength, courage, and the power of the Moon Goddess Wolf.
Remember, Maya, Aziria whispered, stepping closer. Patience. Endure. Learn. Your time is coming. The world will know your power, and no one—no one—will be able to harm you ever again.
Maya lifted her head, chest trembling, eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. For the first time in years, a small ember of hope sparked within her heart. The journey would be long, the suffering far from over, but she knew—somewhere deep inside—that she would survive, and when the time came, she would awaken.
And in that quiet, moonlit room, with the city asleep outside, the first threads of Maya’s destiny began to weave themselves together.
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