The Blue Moon's Prophecy

Chapter 1 - Nothing but darkness

Chapter 1 – Lavender’s POV:

It’s dark and cold around me. Next to me, I can hear a very irritating beeping that constantly keeps repeating itself.

Everything hurts. Especially my head. Which feels like someone is banging on it with a huge hammer that leaves an aching feeling every time it comes down. My eyes feel like they’re glued shut with the strongest kind of glue ever invented. I try to move my limbs, but my muscles won’t cooperate with me. I’m lying on a soft service, but the cold temperature of the room is starting to infiltrate my body. And that makes moving even more difficult. I want to get up and run. I want to scream and cry. The panic in my body start to make me dizzy and nauseous.

I can hear a door open and I can feel my heartbeat go up. The banging and the aches in my head are starting to get unbearable. I can also hear footsteps approaching and come to a stop when they’re standing right beside me. My panic levels rise to their absolute maximum.

I desperately start to dig through my thoughts and memories, seeking for a name to pair to this person. But the pain in head won’t let me think straight. The person with the hand on my forehead starts to talk to someone: “Nurse, could you get our patient some medicine? Her fever is still pretty high. Which must have partially been caused by the blow she took against it and the shock her body was in afterwards Also, while you’re there, could you get some painkillers as well?.”

Huh?

When did that happen?

Why can’t I remember?

Where have my memories gone?

The only things that I can remember are general things that I’ve been taught as a kid. Things like: It’s cold in the winter, there are seven days in a week and the new day begins at midnight. But personal things like faces and names have been stripped from my memories.

While I lay there thinking about my memories, I hear the nurse’s heels walk away and the door closing behind her to get me some medicine against the pain and my fever. Perhaps that’s the reason I feel so cold.

About five minutes later, I hear the door open again and the nurse’s footsteps approach me and the man who hasn’t left the room. Her footsteps come to a halt next to the man who I assume is a doctor. “I thought that an injection would be best in her state.” She says. For a few seconds, I can feel the needle in my right upper arm injecting the medicine. And not much later, I feel the pain flowing away. And I don’t exactly know how long it took, because my feeling for time has been completely thrown out the window, but about ten minutes later the pain was completely gone.

Now it also feels a lot more calming, knowing that they won’t hurt me. Because if that was their intention, they would have done it already. And with that thought in mind, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

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I’m running, on my bear feet, down a grassy hill. It’s night and pitch black around me. I don’t know why, but as soon as I turn my head to the back, I do know why.

Because running behind me is a huge shadow. Of what, is hard to see because it’s night. But what is clear to see, are his eyes that are red like blood and probably made to stare through souls. I have a flashlight with me. But the light it’s giving off is really weak and only getting weaker. So that’s not really going to help me either.

The situation is very frightening, but somehow also familiar. As if this has happened before and I’m somehow reliving it. My legs burn from running and feel like they could fall off my torso at any moment. If only I could sit down to rest my legs, Even if it would just be for a minute. But of course, my toe chooses that moment to get stuck behind a rock.

Everything happens like it would in slow motion. I can feel my weight tipping forward. And in the weak light of the flashlight, I can see my face nearing the ground. I roll down the rest of the hill like a bag of potatoes. My skin gets scratched by twigs and stones that are laying around. And before I know it, I’m laying at the bottom of the hill. But not before my head manages to get hit by and extra pointy rock at the bottom of the hill.

I lie there, motionless. Too tired and too weak to keep running. Waiting for death to happen to me. Strangely enough that doesn’t happen. With the last of my energy, I roll over. Wanting to see why the shadow hasn’t done what it came to do. But when I do, I see him distracted by something on his right.

As I look around, I notice that I’m laying on the bottom of the hill in a pretty beautiful, small clearing. The shadow is looking at something on the edge of the clearing. With my vision though, I can’t see it. My headache also won’t allow it. The moment my attention focusses on the shadow again, I notice another black figure appear out of a few bushes a few meters on my rights. This is not a shadow, this is a wolf.

He jumps on the shadow’s back and starts to attack him further from there. The shadow falls to the ground and they start rolling around in the wet grass. I can’t really see what’s going on anymore, but I can hear a lot of bones snap, howling and growing.

After what felt like ages, the wolf finally succeeds in scaring of the shadow. It flees back in the safety of the dark treeline surrounding the clearing. The wolf slowly approaches me. When he’s about six meters away, my vision starts to blur and my head starts to pound even louder than before. The wolf starts to sniff me and lick my wounds, which helps with relieving the pain, but not completely.

Now that the wolf is so close to me, I try to study him. He’s really big, fluffy and black. But the most noticeable are his eyes. Which are a bright silver colour. Almost like they’re lighting up. He softly pushes his head against my shoulder, as if to tell me that everything would be just fine. That he would save me and that I did not need to worry. The contact I had with him was weirdly soothing for my fears. The look in his eyes hold worry, fear  and something I can’t quite identify. But after just laying there in peace for a while, I start to feel my eyes close. The last thing I see is the black wolf starting to panic. Even with my eyes closed I can feel his constant presence next to me and his cold nose against my right arm. I try to focus, to stay awake and keep my mind in the here and how, but that starts to become harder every time I try. The sounds of the rustling trees and blowing of the wind start to fade away. My consciousness also starts to drift off. And eventually, I feel myself falling asleep.

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It has started to rain outside.

How long have I been asleep for? What time is it?

While waking up, I try to process what I just dreamt. It was something about a shadow chasing me and the wolf that saved my life. The wolf must have been the most incredible looking creature I’ve ever seen. His eyes looked magical.

When I was dreaming it almost felt like I already experienced it. The amount of questions in my head is overwhelming.

If the creature that followed me, was a shadow, then how could the wolf fight it?

Who was the wolf?

Where did he take me?

What happened after this?

My thoughts are brought to a halt when I hear the door open. The doctor and the nurse from earlier enter the room again. They start talking about my vitals or something. It’s not very interesting. And just as they start to talk about my blood circulation, the door opens again. The pair of footsteps that enter is much quicker than the doctor’s pace has been. The intruder is breathing heavily as he storms to my side. He sits down next to me and grabs me by my shoulders.

I can hear the doctor and the nurse protest against the intruders actions. I can feel the rainwater from outside drip on my arms. He must have been outside recently. But what does that have to do with me? What are his intentions? I don’t have to wait long for answers because he starts to speak. Partially to me and partially to the doctor and nurse: “He’s here. He has come to collect her. ’He’ is has threatened some of the paramedics outside of the building. And now he’s coming to take her! WHAT DO WE DO?” He starts to shake me back and forth, begging me to wake up.

That ‘he’ person must have a lot of power. At least enough to get people to let him take a unconscious girl from the hospital with him. I am very happy to not have to make such a decision, cause I’m not a doctor.

Now that I think about that. It’s not really great to be in my position either. I might get taken to a place where they won’t treat me as good as they have been in the hospital.

Who knows what ‘he’ wants from me.

Then again, if I don’t go with him, who knows what he’ll do to those innocent people. They still have so many lives to save and so many things to do in their life. I don’t know if I’ll be able to say the same. The state I’m in won’t let me do anything. They deserve to live.

While I’m thinking all of this, the door opens and a pair of heavy footsteps enter the room. The guy sitting next to me, quickly gets up and scrambles away. Before the door closes, another someone enters the room and almost runs to my side. I start to panic again and I guess me not being able to move only worsens it.

As soon as ‘he’ stands next to me, he takes my hands in his. His hands are big and warm. They fit perfectly around mine. And on the places where our skin makes direct contact I can feel sparks shoot up. It’s a very pleasant feeling. It’s like a tingling sensation.

His touch makes me feel like weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel much stronger.

“I’m taking her home.” ‘he’ says, breaking the silence. I can also feel his hands tightening around mine and as a reflex mine tightens around his.

Everyone present in the room gasps. They must be just as surprised as I am that my reflexes work again. I still can’t open my eyes, but I feel like the moment I will be able to do it, is coming closer.

“Alright,” he continues, “If I’m allowed to take her with me right now, I promise that no one will get hurt.”

‘Well, personally I wouldn’t send her home yet so…’ The doctor hesitates to finish his sentence. But before he even can, a growl escapes ‘the guy whose holding my hand’s’ mouth. I can hear the doctor and the nurse do a step backwards in fear.

“But, of course we can make an exception for you.” The doctor says, giving in to ‘him’. “If she squeezes your hand again, she can come with you.”

That scares me, because the first time I squeezed his hand, it took a lot of effort and energy. So I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it again.

Then I remind myself that if I don’t do this, innocent people might get hurt. And I had already decided that I wouldn’t let that happen.

‘He’ brings his face closer to mine. I still can’t open my eyes, so I can’t see it, but I can definitely feel his breath fanning my face. It’s actually quite a nice feeling and his breath smells like peppermint.

 ‘If you want to go with me to save all these people’s lives, then squeeze my hand.’

Alright, this is for all the people that work in this hospital.

 I can do this.

‘He’ is still holding of my hands in his and with all the energy and power that I have left, I squeeze his hands.