A New Beginning
1239 Words
... Cyra's Workplace
Cyra had always known that she was different.
She was raised by human parents, Thomas and Eleanor Reed. But she had always felt that difference in her.
She still remembered the first time she had felt it.
She was thirteen, and it was during a school field trip to an ancient temple. She had strayed away from the group.
She had found a violet amulet displayed on a raised stone. And as she stared at it, she felt a strange connection.
When she had reached out to touch it, strange visions had flashed before her eyes. And she felt as if her soul was being drawn into a small bead.
That night, she had her first nightmare with vivid, terrifying images of her racing through a forest that she had never seen.
It was a lucid dream.
It felt so real as she sprinted under the moon, away from her pursuers that were catching up with her. It was too dark for her to see, but she could hear them.
"Run Crya, run! Never look back!" a voice was saying inside of her head. Her legs burned. She had kept going until she fell into the void, and it consumed her.
Ever since that night, she has not been the same again.
She began to rouse every morning with long nails -claws to be precise- and eyes that glistened in the dark like those of a wild animal.
Her teeth were sometimes sharp fangs and her five senses were sharpened. She began to hear and smell things even from a distance.
But after that night with Damien, things were different.
Now, there were strange voices whispering inside of her head. She could not understand them, but they were there.
"Fight Cyra."
She was hearing it again, the voices -not one, not two.
Cyra pressed her fingers against her temples, shutting her eyes tightly. “Go away,” she muttered under her breath.
But the voices would not leave.
“You seem troubled.”
Her eyes flew open at the sound of the masculine voice. She saw a man standing at the entrance of the library.
He was tall, a dark cloak wrapped around him and allowing him to blend in with the shadows.
He lifted the hood and revealed his face which was unreadable. His piercing gaze studied her with a silent curiosity.
Cyra felt uneasy.
There was an air of mystery that surrounded him.
“Who are you?” she asked, taking a step back.
The man smiled.
“I am Ryder.”
Cyra straightened. “And what do you want, Ryder?”
Ryder slowly approached her with a glint in his eyes.
"I am here for you."
Cyra's heart missed a beat and then another as she stared at him. The voices in her head increased, and she raised her hand to clutch her head with both palms.
"Are you alright?" Ryder asked as he scanned her.
“You should leave,” she told him firmly. He chuckled softly.
If only she knew that he was her salvation.
He tilted his head slightly. “You feel strange lately?”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words. “What?!”
“You are changing, your five senses are insane,” he began. “You are beginning to be different.”
Cyra swallowed.
“How do you know that?” she asked him in shock.
“I know many things, Cyra, because I have been watching you for a long time.”
Her heart pounded.
“Why?”
He did not know what she was asking, but he answered the most obvious question.
“Because you are her.”
"Who?" She asked him, confused.
"The woman from the prophecy."
Cyra stared at Ryder as if he had gone insane.
"What are you yapping about?" She asked with a scoff. It seemed she had met a learned lunatic.
"A female will be born. She would bear human and supernatural blood. And, she will either bring salvation or destruction to the entire supernatural world."
There was silence for a while.
"You are her."
She shook her head. “I am not.”
Ryder’s lips twitched.
“You are.”
Cyra let out a nervous laugh. “This is ridiculous.”
“Are you sure?” he asked her with a smirk. "Is Damien human? "I am sure you know the answer to that," he whispered.
The mention of Damien caused her chest to tighten.
The memory of that night, weeks ago, flashed through her mind. She remembered his nails, his fangs, the colour of his eyes.
He was a werewolf.
And he had disappeared after, leaving her with all these strange changes.
“It doesn't matter, he left,” she said quietly.
“A man who truly cares does not leave without a word.”
Cyra looked away. “You do not know anything about him.”
“I know enough,” Ryder said to her as he stepped forward. “And I know why he left.”
Her eyes instantly snapped back at him. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I would rather show you.”
Cyra hesitated.
A part of her warned her to turn away and ignore everything.
But another part of her -the voices in her head-wanted answers.
“How?” she asked.
Ryder extended his hand. “Give me your hands.”
Her brows furrowed. “Why?”
“You shall see.”
She should have said no.
She should have told him to leave.
But curiosity burned inside of her.
Cyra’s fingers trembled as she placed them in his. Ryder's smile widened, his eyes dark.
“Trust me." "This will not hurt,” Ryder assured her.
He closed his eyes, and then he began to chant in a language she did not understand.
The air in the library grew heavy with tension. The bulbs flickered until they went off, and eerie sounds filled the room.
Cyra could still see in the dark, staring as light began to rise from the floor. To her shock, it wrapped around their hands, strong.
A sudden wave of energy rushed through Cyra’s body. She gasped, her knees buckling even as her vision blurred.
The whispers in her head grew louder till she could hear nothing but them. They whispered things to her, secrets she could never imagine were true.
When she opened her eyes, she was in tears. She stared up at Ryder. “Damien knew? He knew what was happening to me.”
Ryder nodded. “And he chose to leave you in the dark.”
Cyra clenched her fists as her tears fell. “Why?”
“Your mate is afraid of what you will become.”
Cyra’s heart pounded. “And what will I become?”
“A very powerful woman, Cyra, if you let yourself go.”
She swallowed hard.
“You belong to the supernatural world, Cyra,” Ryder said. “It is time that you embraced it.”
"How do I do that?"
"I can help you. "Will you let me?" Ryder asked her with hopeful eyes.
Cyra took a deep breath.
Everything she had thought she knew was crumbling.
She was no longer just that librarian.
She was something more.
And she was ready to find out exactly what that meant.
"Yes, help me, please."
Ryder smirked. His plans had become successful.
It was a new beginning.
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