Soul Master

2. Asha

(I am gradually going to upload narrated chapters on YT for those who prefer to listen than to read, however it is me reading the story, apologies in advance for stumbling over words etc, as I am a terrible reader when it comes to reading aloud. I have used a voice over to help aid this issue, I am also not good at putting on character voices, imagination is definitely key here lolz. The subtitles are auto generated and may have errors in pronunciation of names, words and sentences. Asha's voice is supposed to be a little husky and brooding in tone.)

It's not just her story.

I'll be watching, waiting... even now in this form I watch.

Today is our day.

She hasn't said much to me, she rarely speaks at all. The connection between us broke making me nothing more than a pet to her during these years. My mind was blocked from hers and hers from mine. Today was the last day of that.

I lay on the floor in her bedroom that once belonged to Penteluck as a boy. This cottage was his family home when he was once alive, it was old and rustic. But where the shelves were once dusted in cobwebs, and the paint on the walls had faded with time. There were now books, teddies, puppets, music boxes and all sorts of trinkets of whimsy dotted around the room. The walls painted a soft lemon, making this place Amii's personal mum free, spirit free zone, that she had given me full access to. I watched as she rolled up her knee high socks and caught her eyes briefly, before looking away with my ears slightly back.

She always caught me watching her at this point, always the slow rolling up, or sometimes down of the socks.

And she always smiled and ruffled the fur on my head innocently, my tail always responding with a light-hearted wag.

She stood up and gave herself a once over in the mirror, the girl peering back was nothing like the hag she had locked away within her.

I wondered if by the end of tonight, the girl standing before me now would even exist. Her long blonde hair sleek and soft, her youthful blue eyes bold and large on her pretty, high cheek boned face. She was ordinary looking in her features, not the kind of girl that was capable of drawing attention to herself with looks alone.

Her body petite and lithe with legs that sort of didn't know where to step in their clumsiness, all of this that made her who she was.... Would it be here by tomorrow?

Standing before me now was Amii, a girl who I had watched grow up and stood with in the good and bad times of her days. What if by tomorrow she became the witch that had once killed me in a world between realms. What if I lost Amii.

This is not just her story.

As she smiled down at me I stood up, shaking my wolf body vigorously.

'Aren't you going to shift? You will be late for class.' She shuffled her feet into a pair of black stiletto heels.

I shuddered, the fur on my body moulding into skin and as I stood on two legs, and began to straighten she threw me a towel to cover up my body almost instantly.

'Just hurry up.' I forced the sound of irritation to my voice, letting her know I wasn't happy with her choice of clothing by glancing briefly at the shoes she had wobbled into. I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out clothes for myself to wear. 'I have better things to do than wait for you.'

I was ready before her, I turned watching her do her final daily routine. Eyeliner, mascara, hair pulled back and tied into a neat bun atop her head. I hated this style, it wasn't her. But she did this look specifically on days that she seemed to become less her and more Aphador, I wonder if she noticed the witch reflecting through her sometimes in the same way I did. She finished her look with a pair of black framed glasses that were merely for style than necessity. She looked like she was role-playing as a secretary in some X-rated movie.

'You aren't going to get out the door like that.' I folded my arms and leaned back on the door frame with a smirk, nodding my head at her. 'Not today.'

She shrugged, swinging her hips as she walked over to me, ruffling my dark brown hair and smiling innocently. 'Today is my birthday.' She said in a sickly sweet tone.

I raised my eyebrow at her questioningly, holding back a wave of instinct to close the distance between us.

Her eyes lit up with mischief, 'Watch me get away with everything.'

I gave her a confident grin. 'Bet?' I challenged. She responded with a childish giggle, and before heading downstairs she threw on one of my favourite hoodies. To big on her, and absolutely taking my breath away. I cast my gaze away from her to a disturbance in the air.

'Hurry up!' She called, leaving me behind. I heard her attempt to rush the stairs as best she could in her high heels to the door, and with an exasperated sigh, I slowly followed, knowing she wouldn't make it.