The Prophecy of Hydrangea

SEVEN *I CAN ONLY SEE THE STRENGTH OF THE TERROR*

Walking down the road with uncle Jasper is one of the moments I would not trade for any other thing in the whole wide world. Though he doesn’t show it, he is the only person that understand more than anyone else. He understands me even more than myself.

I can’t help but feel I get my strength not from him directly, but from a source connected to him. I don’t know exactly what that means or signifies, but I believe with time, I would understand better.

To others, it would appear that the beta should be the one always watching over me. Truly, the beta knows a little about me but uncle Jasper has been opportune to secrets closed from every other person including myself. However, I don’t preempt the future, I let things be. So I know I would be let in on it all when the time is right.

Right from when I was a child, uncle Jasper has always been by my side. He wasn’t obligated to do so, but I knew he could not help it. It was his duty, a directive from a source he knows not. I drew my breath from him during those times. He purifies the air I breathe.

“Thanks for coming along uncle Jasper” I said smiling at him.

“Never to worry my princess, I would allow you have your ‘me time' little one” he replied.

I chuckled, this is more like uncle Jasper, always reminding me of how little I appreciate his sacrifices. I think my mum has the most amazing little brother.

“Come on uncle, let’s not go over this over and over again. I know I can’t trade you for anything in the world”.

“Hmn…..” uncle Jasper said as though he was thinking.

“And even your precious darling flowers, would you pick me over your flowers?” He asked

I laughed within me, obviously he felt he just got me at a very tight and tough spot.

“Not even for flowers my dearest uncle” I responded feeling like a hero.

Uncle Jasper appears to be astonished, he looks at me in surprise, with his mouth wide open. When he seemed to have recollected himself, he stuttered, “really Andrea, really?

I kept a straight face and responded “come on uncle, such situation would never present itself”

I looked at him and smiled. I gave him a tight hug and said “I love you so so much uncle Jasper, I love you and you know it.” Uncle Jasper held me tightly not wanting to let go. He held unto me as if his very existence depended on it.

When we were almost at the garden, I stopped and bent down to pluck a lily flower growing by the road side. I handed the flower over to my uncle and said “this flower represents the bound we share and how much you mean to me uncle. I place you above even the flower”.

Uncle Jasper took the flower from me with great care as if it would shatter, he held it close to himself, feeling as though the world was standing at his feet.

“You have to stop here uncle Jasper while I go have some me time” I said drawing him back to reality.

“Okay Andrea, I will wait here”. He responded.

“Actually Uncle, it’s getting hot, and there are no shades around. Do go wait at the spring. You can relax and refresh yourself over there and likewise have an amazing time yourself” I added.

My uncle seems okay with this plan as he answered happily “that’s a perfect plan from a perfect princess”.

I was glad my uncle is here with me. I am grateful for the numerous sacrifices he had made and continues to make behind the scenes, with no expectations of receiving any form of gratitude.

Jasper’s POV

Waiting by the spring was actually a great idea. Not only would I have an amazing time here admiring and absorbing nature, I would also be privileged to have a greater view of the garden from here. I can watch over Andrea from here.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I always have this fulfillment anytime I am privileged to wait on Andrea. I might as well wash it off as the bound between uncle’s and nieces but I know very well this is far from that.

When Andrea was a baby, I took it upon myself to always watch over her. It was more like a divine assignment for me. I had felt she needed to breath me and wouldn’t last a second longer without me by her side. Even when my little Lilium was born, I took her to the pack house most times just so we could be with Andrea.

And of course I know her even more than she knows herself. But obviously my duty stops at knowing her and nothing more. Not even to talk to her or anyone else about what I know. It doesn’t bother me anymore, not after coming to the realization that knowing her is enough to keep her safe at the moment. I knew she knows me, more than she agrees to admit, I love her, just like my sister, her mother, they allow things happen at their due time.

I looked over at the garden and I could see Andrea. She looks so beautiful in the midst of her flowers, she stood out among the flowers just as she’d always stood out among her peers and everyone else. It’s as though she adds beauty to the garden and bring life to her flowers.

I know she grew her garden by words of her mouth, drawing strength from her wolf, Dahlia. This is her secret but I can’t help it, her secrets come willingly to me.

I can't help but fall in love with her garden, it harbors all the flowers in the whole world and she knew each and every flower by the name.

My knowledge of her keeps her safe. It’s one of the basic assistance she needs in this battle. Yes the coming battle, the nature of which I am not privy to.

I had always wished I could do more, as much as lifting up this burden from her and outrightly taking over this battle. I know I am not qualified for the task and I must be grateful that the moon goddess considers me worthy to even take part in this when I am absolutely nothing, a nobody.

My Andrea is a wonder, and I only hope she triumphs in the battle that is to come.

At the thought of this, a sharp pain cut across my heart, and I held my chest in pain and groaned silently.

My heart bleeds, it bleeds of knowing nothing about the forthcoming battle, I can only see the strength of the terror and nothing about Andrea, nothing at all.