Saving a King

Undying Lineage

Morning seemed to come too fast. I was trying so hard to hold onto the dream that was just on the edge of my mind. Unsuccessful, I opened my eyes and decided to begin my day. I ran around, doing all my normal chores. I liked to keep my house tidy, or at least so I could move through it. I had also decided to tend to my vegetable garden today. The garden didn’t need much help or supervision, I only grew a few things. Tomatoes, green bell peppers and carrots. Not a lot really. I just mainly enjoyed being outside in the sun.

Once I had finished in the garden, I went inside for lunch. I usually had a very simple lunch, a sandwich. Today was no different, ham and cheese. As I was munching away, the pile of books caught my eye. I had been so caught up in thinking about my dream, that I forgot my task! Oh well, time to continue it.

As I sit on the couch, I take note of the sky getting darker. It’s almost as if someone is pulling the curtain over the sun. Strange, maybe a storm is rolling in, I didn’t feel anything while I was in the garden though. I pick up book nine, turning to where I had left off. It seemed to end with a war. Who would have thought, right? The last few pages, though, peaked my interest. There was a name at the top, Lyall. Underneath the name, one side had male names, and the other had female names. They seemed to be lined up in pairs as well. I face palmed my forehead, this was a family tree! I scanned the names, none jumped out at me, though. I flipped through until, I reached the last page. On this page was the same name at the top. The difference was, the names listed were crossed out with one single line through them. This must be those who passed. I wonder who these people are, why do they seem important?

I set that book down and pick up book ten. Its brown leather is very worn and dusty. This book is much thicker than the rest, maybe I should have started with this one. I gently wipe at the dust, that seems to stick to it like glue. Underneath I find the cover name, Lyall. Ok, this is most definitely an important name. I open the cover with care, noting the thin pages, they could rip so easily if I’m not careful.

The first page says “To my sons and daughters that follow”. There is no signature, though, how strange. I proceed to read the big book. The beginning details a peaceful time for the werewolves. It describes how the family was well know, originating in Scotland. Towards the middle, the writer tells of darker days ahead. The writer explains the alliance with all the species was necessary and would protect their family.

Getting closer to the end of the book, the writers mind took a darker turn. He or she goes on to say they have lost their hope. That a future was foretold of days cast in darkness. Chaos erupted through their lands and they were forced apart from each other. The writer then goes on to say, they got word that the others were safe again and thriving. They had to keep away from humans but, had found ways to work with them. New rules were set in place, keeping packs to the woods and mountains abroad.

The writer ends his story by saying he hopes the fragile peace holds. His only regret? The family name is cracked and no repair is foreseen. I exhale, finally able to breathe after reading that. What do I make of it, though? Is the story true? Is there really werewolf’s of the Lyall name left? I can’t deny what I saw. My imagination may be crazy but, not that crazy.

I start pacing around the house again. My mind is unsettled once again. So, if shapeshifters and the supernatural are real, what does that have to do with me? I can’t grow ears or teeth, I can’t magically turn into a large wolf. Also, if they are shapeshifters, why hasn’t the black wolf ever turned into a man? He probably just doesn’t trust me, I think.

Just as I’m about to sit back down, to reread the last book, the sky crackles with lightning. I knew it, another storm. This one, though, seems much angrier than the last. I walk over to the sliding glass door to watch the storm, when all of a sudden, the golden eyes are looking right back at me, the glass the only thing between us. Does he know I know? Was he watching me?