Her Awakening

Her Awakening pt 3

The house was quiet, all the guests had left for the evening. She found Cookie cleaning up in the kitchen as she walked in the back door. “Child, you in trouble…” The gasp when Cookie turned to face her was all she needed to confirm that she had indeed changed. “Oriana? Child? Is that you?” She walked over to touch her cheek, staring hard into Oriana’s eyes. After a few seconds, she nodded. “Yes, yes, I see now. You are in there child.” A tear escaped Cookie’s eye, and a smile came to her face. “I always knew you was different, I knew it in my soul.” She hugged Oriana. “Cookie, what do you mean? Different?” Oriana was confused, but also curious. “How has this happened? Who am I ?”

◦ “Those are questions for another to answer.” Cookie looked suddenly sad. She turned and grabbed a plate from the counter. “Here, Child, I saved a piece of your cake. You have to be starving. The first shift is always the hardest.” She handed the plate to Oriana and started to usher her from the room. “But how did you know?” Oriana asked. But Cookie just shook her hand. “Best ask the missus that.” And with a sad smile, she returned to the kitchen.

◦ Oriana was starving. She had had very little to eat at the party and who was she to waste good cake. As she munched on her cake, she made her way to her mother’s office, she knew that would be the place to find her, especially after having ran out of the party the way she had. As she got closer, she could hear voices coming from the room. The door was slightly ajar, so she crept closer to try to hear what was being said.

◦ “You knew! How long and why was I never informed!” The male’s voice growled out. “She should have been raised as part of the Winter Moon Clan. She has our blood Melody!” An angry fist pounded on the desk.

◦ “Philip, I understand your anger and frustrations..”

◦ “ I don’t believe you do.” The male cut in. “A hybrid of her breeding is a blessing to both our families.”

◦ “A blessing, maybe, more of a liability if you ask me. If the other clans hear of this, there will be war! They will come after her, and then we will all be damned.” Another deeper male voice chimed in.

◦ “Calm down, Reese.” The first male, Philip said. “None will hear of know of this other than the three of us in this room. And Oriana, of course.”

◦ “Of course.” Said her mother stiffly. “And just what do you propose, Philip. She obviously can’t stay in the Coven, although she has quickened into her power it is not witchcraft she possesses.”

◦ “Would you like to join in this conversation?” A deep voice asked from above. With a squeak and a small jump, Oriana looked up into the face of the most beautiful male she had ever laid eyes on. Blazing purple eyes gazed at her from under shining black hair, and his tan skin and broad shoulders filled her line of sight. He had a cocky smile on his perfectly lush lips and playful look danced in his eyes. Strength and confidence oozed out of every pore, even the way he stood in the doorway leaning against the jam staring down at her with his arms crossed gave off vibes of being so secure in his own skin. He was the polar opposite of her in every way. Dark to her light. Bold to her meekness. He was the type that would never give her a first look, let alone a second. And yet something inside her made her doubt that assessment, something had changed in his face when she had met his eyes, it was like he remembered something that had long been forgotten. The same feeling had come to her when she first locked eyes with his. He felt familiar in the sense that a dream feels familiar. Setting aside her empty plate, she began to stand up, but her legs were weak from her escape earlier, and she wobbled as she stood. Warm hands grabbed her right before she fell, and a feeling of electricity raced through her, making her jump back a step. He, too, seemed to feel something and had let her go and now stood with hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry.” He murmured and turned to walk into the room. Her eyes followed him as he walked back to slouch into one of the many cozy armchairs adorned Melody’s office. Even more questions circle her mind as she slowly approaches the empty sheet next to her mother on the loveseat. Across the small table was another male, equally as handsome as the one called Reese, but he was definitely the elder of the two. His coal black hair was starting to gray along the sides, and his goatee was also speckled with gray. He’s eyes the color of a rain cloud, lit up at the site of Oriana. Although older, he was no less stronger than the younger male. His strength and power flowed off of him in waves. This was a male who could command respect and loyalty with the slightest look or one small word. This was someone capable of anything. So, who exactly was he?