The True Ruler, Rayven

The light gleams through the sheer mossy green fairy princess curtains that overhang my bed. I look over to my nightstand to grab my phone to see what time it is. “s**t! Dex will have me running extra laps until lunch time, why didn’t anyone wake me.” I jump out the bed and run to my closet to grab me some training gear. I slip my royal green sports bra and matching leggings. I skipped shoes today because I have more elemental training and it’s much easier to feel the Enji in the earth without shoes on I do however make sure I put on my dagger thigh cuffs and my sword holsters on my back. I go to the neighboring closet and grab my favorite samurai swords that are wrapped in royal green tsuka-ito, I stare at the swords remembering getting them for my 13th birthday they were a gift from my father. As the only heir to the throne, I had to become proficient in combat, Elven and Lycan politics, as well as get my degree from high school. I also am supposed to take over his Jewelry business when I graduate high school, Levecan, he has several stores on supernatural territory and 3 in the human’s territory. I zone back into the swords and put them in their holsters on my back. I grab the matching daggers and slip them into their holsters and jet out of the room. On my way downstairs I attempt to pass by my mother who swiftly pulls me in for a hug. “Mom I’m already late Dex will have me running for weeks.” I whined to my mom. “He won’t neither, I told him to let you sleep in today instead of going to training because you have that meeting with Jake at 1 pm today, I knew you would forget seeing everything you have on your shoulders right now.” She says cheerfully but I can see the distance in her eyes, the hollow way her pupils look now. My dad died a year and a half ago just short of my 17th birthday. He left on a mission that was supposed to go to the neighboring kingdom, Shadow peak, to negotiate a peace treaty between our kingdoms but he was attacked halfway there and died on his way back home to us. The autopsy and Pack doctor Susan Writt confirmed it was foul play and he could have survived if they didn’t use a neurotoxin that we are not familiar with, she confirmed with world renowned medical professionals in the supernatural area. We brought in the best poison experts from the human world and supernatural world, and they all say the same thing. “I’m sorry but I’ve never seen a substance like this before, it would take me years to study and understand it.” Of course, I allowed them to study it but under strict guidelines and conditions no one is to know about what is being done in this lab they have been royally commanded and they all signed NDAs. But I still don’t have years, I want to bring my fathers killer to justice now I hate that they are out there freely living life while my fathers was so rudely ripped from him. I hate the look in my mother’s eyes when she looks at me now it is full of sorrow, love and most of all worry because she’s terrified the same thing will happen to me. She is all I have now and I will do anything to make sure she is safe and to see her eyes light up like they did when Papa was still here. “I know you miss him momma” I grab her face, and kiss her forehead and squish her cheeks together, she still looks like the pictures of her being a little girl. Looking at her beautiful baby face, I can see the pain hidden underneath all her joyful features it’s etched deep into her very essence. “He will get justice and it will take heaven and hell and all the goddess and gods to come and tear us apart, I’m always going to be here for you, for the kingdom”. I say with conviction as I kiss the top of her head. “I know Rayven, but you push yourself to hard, your just now about to turn 18 and you have so much on your plate, you haven’t had time to just be you the little carefree, sweet soul I raised. You should be traveling trying to find your mate make me some grand pups and enjoying your life like I was with your father. I just don’t want to see you work yourself to death trying to find his killer and running the kingdom, I want to see you live your life and find the happiness I did. She says with a smile that’s warm and full of love but doesn’t quite reach her eyes anymore they’ve been dead for a long time now. “I promise I won’t mom, but I can’t stop that’s not the kind of life I live, the kingdom depends on me. I want to see all the subjects in my kingdom find happiness and live fulfilling lives.” I say determined, and soberly. head back to my room to get dressed for the meeting since I get a free pass on the training today. I grab a pair of cute black slack pants, a royal green button up and some royal green pumps to match. I threw my hair up in a claw clip looking at the white patch right at the front of my head curly strands standing out all over the place and did some light green eyeshadow paired it with some siren eyelash clusters and my favorite mango strawberry scented lip-gloss, there you go a goddess is born. I look into the mirror pleased with what I see. I walk downstairs and get into my baby Viper, my Royal Green Mazda MX-5 Miata and head to the palace. I know what you’re thinking I thought the throne is yours, why not live at the palace. The palace is considered like the pack-house, yes, I technically could live there but my mother was not used to being around that many people at once and we aren’t used to staying apart from each other. My mother is a(n) Elf, not just any Elf one that was blessed by the Goddess of Elves Venus. She was given elemental attributes her dominant one is Water with a connection to earth. My mother May Lumèreild is 5’8 with sleek and toned muscles, and curly mid-back length honey brown hair. She has a couple tattoos across her bronze skin, one being the mark of her and my father, and one representing her home tribe, Willow Garden, going down her back. The mark of their union is a half red half black giant Lycan with a weeping willow in the background and a floating crown, her tribute tattoo is a weeping willow starting at her right shoulder going down to her waist, the leaves of the weeping willow go down her right arm twirling around it like a snakes who has found their mate. Because of her Water Element tribute, she has a Blue Teardrop on the back of her neck (a sign from Venus). She only has one mark going across her face, a scar from the outside of her cheek going towards the corner of her mouth on the right side of her face a reminder of how she met my father, he saved her from some filthy rouges trying to have their way with her, his Lycan Diablo, ripped them to shreds when they seen what they have done to his mate. She like most women immediately fell for her big superhero and 2 moons later my heartbeat was confirmed strong and healthy. There was a lot of opposing from the elders with their union everyone thought of my mom as a regular elf and after the slaughter the few elf’s that were left held no status and we couldn’t reveal our real identity, so it worked out perfectly. My mom had to hide her true power and identity because whoever started the great elven slaughter was still out there lurking around, I know he does not know about us or else he would have been came for us or at the very least my mother as I was not born around that time. I doubt anyone who slaughtered millions of people will just let a couple special ones get away, they would want them all. I instinctively shake because I feel a creep going up my spine, I get the feeling of being watched but I know I’m safe inside this place. I focus on my mother and ignore the feeling. Her eyes used to be the most radiant shade of purple with flecks of blue, looking in them always made you feel like the universe was looking back at you, at least that was before her mate died now, they are still beautiful, but they have lost some of the life in them. Being an Elf she doesn’t age like a normal human, she is really 172 years old but being an elf once you reach 35 you don’t age anymore. That doesn’t mean you can’t die; you can still be killed by silver weapons and regular weapons depending on where you get hit. Unlike Lycans and wolves elves’ regenerative factors are that of vampire, still much more than a human but much less than that of the moon blessed creatures. My Father Oluwa Lumèreild stood at 6’8 with the most intimidating frame you’ve ever seen. Being the Alpha Lycan King he had to rule over the whole of the Lycan kingdom. Only a couple of people got to see the goofy, close friends and family the soft side of him though, he specifically reserved that for me and my mother. He was covered with tattoos, all representing his life’s journey, across his toasted walnut colored skin. He kept his locs nice, long and free always flowing down his back it was naturally brown except the one red streak on the front right part of his head no dyes just naturally red like the devil himself marked him when he was but a babe. His eyes told a story that he never spoke of one filled with raw pain and anger, but the fire has died down not of fear of being snuffed out. A dim fire like a fireplace in a cabin with your lover on a snow day a warm fire of love and control, one of his eyes was red with maroon flecks and the other was the deepest shade of green with yellow flecks, it was like he was always looking into 2 different worlds. My father died at 200, but he could have lived to be a lot older he was an alpha king the strongest of the strong. Being a Lycan, the original of the moon goddess’ creatures, they don’t tend to age past their prime so while he was 200, he looked to be around 36 in human years what’s that saying humans use “Black don’t crack”.