La Luna

Mystery of Future

One night, when the sky was dark and rain was bucketing down.

Thunder clapped loudly.

And lightning flashed frequently.

In the shadows of darkness, Lucius felt lonely.

In the abyss of his sadness,

he allowed himself to feel empty.

Under the pale, dark, and heavy clouds, everything began to settle down.

No big, glowing moon.

No stars twinkling in the night sky.

Dark clouds devoured the moon, and heavy mist began to creep across the land.

As he walked down the dark halls,

the wind began to whistle.

A wind that was cold to human skin,

but to him, it was nothing.

Lightning continued to flash across the sky.

Then came another clap of thunder—

a thunder so powerful that it made the animals run and hide.

A flash of light appeared once again,

followed by another thunderclap.

Lucius felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

It wasn't weak.

It was powerful.

Lucius opened a massive door.

A single candle cast its light across the vast room.

A large, dusty painting of an old man hung in the middle of the wall.

The wind blew once again, and this time, it carried a strange scent.

Something made Lucius feel uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes.

A flash of light struck before him.

His body stiffened.

A sequence of visions began to unfold.

His head throbbed with pain,

but it wasn't enough to stop the visions from coming.

The vision before him was far worse than he had expected.

Fangs and claws.

Blood and flesh.

Everything was chaos.

Power against power.

A horrible—hideous event awaited both the vampire and werewolf races.

Both lineages desired the same thing:

To stand above all others.

But the difference was that one race fought for the light,

while the other fought for chaos and havoc.

"There! Go get them!" Lucius's father commanded a bloodthirsty vampire.

The vampire sprinted forward.

So fast that he caught his prey with ease.

The scene left Lucius flabbergasted.

He looked at his father.

Lucius no longer recognized the vampire he was looking at.

His father had drowned in his own rage and greed, completely forgetting the line between right and wrong.

Yet amidst the destruction, Lucius saw a female werewolf

running toward a crowd of vampires, enraged.

Reality pulled Lucius back to his senses.

He gripped the edge of a table to keep himself from falling.

But the moment he closed his eyes again,

another vision awakened.

A big oak tree stood beneath the smiling sunshine,

while a gentle breeze danced across his skin.

A figure stood deep within the distant woods.

Waiting.

Waiting for him to come closer.

For the first time, the vision did not fill Lucius with fear.

Instead, it made him happy.

Everything felt beautiful.

Everything felt peaceful.

The green grass.

The mist that smelled like home.

Laughter.

It was paradise—the kind every race dreamed of finding.

Day and night, Lucius finally had a reason to stay.

A reason to live.

A reason to love.

"I love you," Lucius whispered into the night air.

The mysterious young man smiled softly while carrying a child in his arms.

Lucius became so attached to the scene that tears began to form in his eyes.

Now they sat together beneath the warm light while the child played nearby.

In the tenderness of spring, love blossomed between their hearts.

Their lips met.

Sweet as cherries.

Tall as trees.

Colorful as fields of flowers.

When Lucius slowly opened his eyes, he found himself staring at an old mirror.

There, he saw the mysterious man from his vision.

Looking at him with warmth and affection.

A cold wind drifted through the room.

Lucius closed his eyes once again.

Another vision began to unfold.

This time, it was far more terrifying.

He saw himself killing his own people.

For the future of the werewolves.

For the future of humanity.

A silver dagger pierced a vampire's heart.

Ashes began to fall.

Life slowly faded away.

"No... no, this can't be happening," he screamed in his mind.

"How could I do such a thing? I am the Chosen One of our race," he murmured.

"You have seen a vision, but you do not know what the future truly holds."

Lucius heard a whisper.

A whisper whose source he could not identify.

Slowly, Lucius opened his eyes and froze in shock when he saw tears streaming down his face.

He touched them gently.

"Vampires aren't supposed to cry," he muttered coldly.

The mysterious young man was still there in the mirror, staring back at him.

Lucius studied the reflection and found himself smiling as he looked at the handsome werewolf from his vision.

The same man he had seen moments before.

Lucius didn't know who he was.

But somehow, he knew the stranger was special.

His smile slowly faded when he heard something impossible.

A heartbeat.

His heartbeat.

In horror, Lucius pressed a hand against his chest.

But it did nothing to calm it.

It continued pounding wildly, as though a thousand horses were running inside him.

Lucius reached out toward the mysterious figure.

But before he could touch him, the image vanished.

Yet for the first time in his life, he found himself wondering—

"Who are you?"

"Lucius!"

His father's voice thundered behind him.

"Father."

"I can hear your heart beating."

In an instant, his father appeared directly before him.

His crimson eyes narrowed.

"Since the day you were born, your heart has been dead. It has never beaten once. Tell me—why is it beating now?"

"Nothing," Lucius replied briefly.

His answer only fueled his father's anger.

Without warning, his father raised his hand and struck him across the face.

The force was so powerful that Lucius was thrown across the room.

He crashed into the stone wall and fell to the floor.

Before he could recover, a cold hand wrapped around his throat.

"Father..." Lucius whispered.

His voice strained beneath the pressure.

His father stared at him.

"Did you fall in love?"

Lucius remained silent.

He knew answering would only make things worse.

"Answer me!" his father roared.

The sound echoed through the castle, startling a flock of bats into flight.

"No... no, Father."

Rage flashed across his father's face.

He seized Lucius and slammed him onto the cold stone floor.

Pain exploded throughout his body.

The floor beneath him felt like ice.

Slowly, Lucius placed a hand over his chest once more.

Then he smiled bitterly.

"Supremo!"

A vampire rushed into the room.

"Supremo, we've found three vampire bodies in the woods."

A wild grin spread across Lucius's father's face.

The messenger glanced at Lucius lying on the floor and frowned in confusion.

"What happened here?" he murmured.

"You."

Lucius's father pointed at him.

"Go and investigate."

Then he drove his boot into Lucius's abdomen.

"Show them that you're not worthless. Show them why you are the Chosen One."

With that, he vanished into the darkness.

Lucius laughed.

A laugh that sounded almost cheerful to anyone listening.

But beneath it was pain.

His fingernails dug into his palms as tears continued to fall from his eyes.

Slowly, the moon emerged from behind the clouds once again.

Its silver light glistened on his face.

When he finally gathered himself, Lucius rose and headed toward the commotion.

"It was a werewolf," a female vampire declared.

"The claws were deep. They tore through all three victims," another added.

Lucius examined the bodies carefully.

Then he shook his head.

"It's not a werewolf."

The crowd fell silent.

"It's not human either."

Murmurs spread through the gathering.

Disgust and suspicion immediately settled on their faces.

"What are you talking about?" Victor asked.

Victor was the right-hand man of Lucius's father.

Lucius didn't answer.

Instead, he stepped forward and grabbed Victor's wrist.

The moment their skin touched, a vision flooded his mind.

Blood.

Betrayal.

Murder.

Lucius immediately knew the truth.

Victor was responsible.

But no one would believe him.

Not even his own father.

For the first time, Lucius felt truly exiled among his own people.

As he walked away, he overheard a conversation.

"On the first night of the coming month, we'll attack the werewolf pack."

Lucius stopped.

But only for a moment.

This time, he didn't care.

Without another word, he spread his wings and left the castle behind.

Far behind.

Deep within the woods, he chose to begin a new life.

No pressure.

No expectations.

No pretending to be someone he wasn't.

For the first time, Lucius felt at peace.

For the first time, no one looked down on him.

And for the first time, he felt complete.

Even in solitude.

He had spent his entire life surrounded by others, yet he had always felt alone.

An exile among his own race.

But now, beneath the open sky, that loneliness no longer hurt.

Inside an abandoned castle hidden deep within the forest, Lucius smiled softly.

The moon shone brightly overhead.

He lowered himself onto the cold stone ground.

And simply stared at the night sky.

The stars twinkled above him.

The moon watched over him like a silent guardian.

As the wind hummed through the trees and distant owls sang into the darkness, Lucius felt lighter than he had ever felt before.

"This is the life I've dreamed of since I was a child," he whispered before letting out a quiet laugh.

As he gazed at the endless sky, Lucius finally began to understand what life truly meant.

It wasn't about living according to the expectations of others.

It wasn't about forcing yourself into a place where you didn't belong.

It was about finding a place where your soul felt safe.

A place where you could finally be yourself.

Perhaps he was alone.

But for the first time in his existence, he was happy.

And he hoped that happiness would last for more than a century.