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Pellegarde’s revenge
Chapter Four
Fate and fortune
Gilbert Pellegarde made his way through the windy alleyways of Eden
Cloaked in his golden brown robes, his mind restless.
He had learned to trust his instincts, and right now, fate had already played a wildcard,
Leading him to the woman who told him to return to Stargard the day after the next full moon.
Her name “Penelope”
The enigmatic, almost mythical fortune teller.
Her eyes had seen more than any mere mortal ever should.
Her name had surfaced in whispers,
Although many don’t know her face to face.
She was rumored to hold knowledge of destinies, prophecies, and the forces that shaped and still shapes the world.
He arrives at StarGard.
As he entered her shop, a strange calm settled over him, he almost felt at home.
“Gilbert Pellegarde, I was expecting you”
“How did you know my name, woman?”
Pellegarde was visibly shocked.
“I don’t recall telling you that the last time we met”
“Indulge me”
The air inside her shop was filled with smokes of incense and shiny faded symbols, and she motioned for him to sit.
“I was blessed by the god of Eden young Pellegarde”
“I see thou which he bestows me to see”
“And I see your golden fur bears the weight of a prophecy”
“But it is not only your fate that is entwined with the world’s unraveling.”
“There is one who shares this destiny… Jericho Rosales.”
Pellegarde sat upright in shock, sweat dripping from his forehead as he let down his cape.
The words Penelope just said hit him harder than any blow.
“I only know a Jericho Galdril”
“I know not a Rosales” he said
“ Well Young Pellegarde, they are but the same person” she says
“She is the daughter of the Galdrils, the adopted sister of your enemies.”
Her words cut like a knife.
And yet, Penelope’s eyes held a sense of truth that made Pellegarde question everything he thought he knew.
Penelope’s cryptic words lingered in the air and in his mind.
“She is not what she seems.”
“Her heart holds a prophetic power that has yet to fully awaken.” She continued.
His mind was swirling with confusion.
He had always known Jericho’s presence in the war would be a key part of his revenge.
But the notion that she was part of a prophecy;
And that their fates were somehow entwined in the grand scheme of things was a revelation that changed everything.
But Penelope had one final warning for Pellegarde:
“Do not rush into the storm with her. You will both perish uselessly if you are not careful.”
“Take heed Young Pellegarde”
———
Meanwhile Jericho’s heart was far from calm.
Since the cryptic message from her nanny, the unsettling truth about her past stared at her.
“How could everything I had believed in be a lie?” She says.
The Galdril family had always been her foundation, the only family she had ever known.
Yet, with each passing day, the doubt inside her grew.
They grew more hostile towards her.
And she felt Her loyalty to them was starting to c***k, like an old stone that was about to crumble.
She began searching for answers in the places she once feared.
Her past seemed like a shadow, taunting her with pieces of buried and forgotten truth.
As she wandered through the streets of Eden, she met with old confidants, seeking to uncover fragments of the puzzle that had become her identity, and by fragments I mean her “nanny”
“Where’s the old nanny, she disappeared ever since that fateful night”
She continued looking around for her but it was all to no avail.
Jericho knew, deep down, that what her nanny said was true.
Something has been feeling different lately
It felt like something deeper than fate itself was at play.
But she was not ready to acknowledge it yet, not willing to face the truth of who she might truly be.
The internal battle raged within her:
“Am I truly one of them, the Galdril’s’?”
“Or am I something else entirely?” She said still pacing around the medieval but Lucious streets of Eden.
Jericho’s need for clarity had become an obsession.
———
Later on, Back at the Galdril stronghold tension boiled.
Galdril and his sons had been had been looking everywhere for Tranquillo,
Their brother who went to assassinate Pellegarde nights ago.
“Where could he be?” Ishmael asked, worry etched into his tone.
“We’ve searched everywhere for him” Duranville added, leaning his back against the obsidian walls.
“Could my son Tranquillo have been killed?” The alpha king Galdril says in a menacing tone.
He had an aura that could shake a contingent.
“That would be disappointing,” Maxxime says.
Galdril snarls “Disappointing indeed, no son of mine should be defeated by a mere freedom fighter”
He taps the side of the throne he sat on ,
Not in a sense of worry or panic,
But in curiosity, his nails are long and sharp even in his base form.
His whole aura depicts that of an evil king.
“I still breathe father” Tranquillo says.
He finally arrives after three days.
He walks through the hallways bandaged up still healing from the battle but better.
“You seem to have taken quite the beating” Maxxime says with a little smirk on his face.
“So much for your pride as a beta” he added
“Oh shut up little brother” Tranquillo snarls.
“He’s stronger than we all anticipated”
“That freedom fighter” he says as he postures kneeling before his father Galdril.
“That freedom fighter possesses a golden fur!”
Galdril snarls with menace “Golden fur you say.”
“How accurate is this information?”
“A 100% father, I squared of with him myself.”
“And given his battle stance and awakening..”
Tranquillo doesn’t need to finish.
“The boy has risen from the ashes,” Galdril says.
“The golden fur, Pellegarde's weak son?” Duranville says laughing maniacally.
“Considering the damage he lent to Tranquillo”
“He’s not so weak anymore” Galdril said, his body tightening ever so slightly.
And then, a heavy silence filled the room…
But Ishmael wore a glittering smile,his childhood friend.
Someone who was more of a brother and any of them.
He finally has the chance to cross paths with him again,
The mere idea of that gives him a sense of happiness.
As for the others;
With his true identity revealed, they could no longer ignore the threat that he posed.
Their hold over Eden was slipping, and with it, their power.
“We plan our next move now” Galdril, ever the strategist, discusses their next move.
Just then Jericho enters the room.
“Good day father, I really have to talk to you” she speaks in a converning tone.
But Galdril pays no heed to her
Instead.
His eyes lingered on Jericho,
Currently he knows she is his wildcard, his most trusted warrior.
“Jericho You must deal with this freedom fighter.”
“He is getting too dangerous now, and his path leads straight to our door.”
“I want an end to him, before dawn tomorrow”
“You’re one of my most skilled warriors”
“My lovely daughter Jericho” he speaks asserting control as an alpha.
“He just called me his daughter” Jericho says, thinking to herself.
A sense of calm came over her, although false but she just wanted to hear those words.
“I will put an end to this thorn immediately father”
“Worry not” she gestures, bowing down as she takes her leave.”
Ishmael tries to get to her, so he can tell her it’s Pellegarde she’s about to go up against
But he couldn’t, not with the evil around him.
“I believe in fate”
“It shall do my bidding” he says, almost faintly..
——-
Jericho steps into the night to begin her hunt.
She looks up at the moon.
And it’s almost full.
She unleashes a strong howl signifying pursuit.
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