Two weeks. I've been here for two weeks. Castle has healed enough that he has gone back to training. I have seen Olympia other than in passing in the halls for four days. Castle said that she is fine every time I ask him about it. Mr. Ragnerson and Mrs. Rock have been trying to break the mental block on my memories but after two weeks of poisons, spells and all kinds of magic they have decided that whatever happened to me was not something that could be fixed with mortal magic. I'm sitting in the middle of the field before the woods. The school to my back. Riot has her head laying cross my lap, sleeping with her tongue out. After I was brought here with Castle and Olympia, she hasn't left my side. Not that I'm complaining, I prefer her company to any of the other supernaturals here.
There is a pack of wolf shifters like myself here. Evidently ‘werewolf’ is a very loose term. Werewolves, the half wolf - human beasts from legends and tails that only come around on full moons, were just society's way of explaining us. There are all kinds of animal shifters, from ground hogs to tigers. In the school there are 15 shifter packs in total. 1 wolf pack, 2 tiger packs, the 4 cheetah packs, 3 grizzly bear packs, 2 lion packs, 3 black bear packs.
Most of the other alphas from the other packs were polite and understanding with me because of my father. Other than the wolves for some reason, they are resentful of me and I don’t know why. The alpha and his mate (the pack's Luna) agreed to meet me when Mr. Ragnarson inquired about it. When they met me however, they were not happy to see me. Cove, he started yelling at me, what I did I don’t know. All I know is that I did something to them.
Footsteps behind me bring me out of my thoughts. “You know the woods are much nicer during the day.” the light commanding voice said. “Not to me.” I say returning my view to the trees in front of me. “You can look at me, you know.” I scoff and look down at Riot, “Why? Two weeks of silence and now you want t-to talk with me?” I say only stuttering on one word. “Hostile now, are we?” she asks, a smile on your lips.
I sigh and continue looking out into the trees. She steps out in front of me so I'm looking at her. Her smile drops when she sees my face. “Hey,” she says, noticing the unshed tears in my eyes. “Hey, what's wrong?” I look down hiding my face from her. “ I-I know no one here but C-Castle-a-and I a-at least met y-you. B-but I've spent the last two weeks alone t-trying to g-get my-my memory back and getting yelled at. S-so why do you c-care now?” During my rant Riot had moved off my lap and was sitting next to us. My cheeks were wet with tears. I hadn't realised I had cried.
“Hey, shh, Im sorry, I'm here now.” she says this as she pulls me into her lap. I sit for moments and just cry. Letting all of my confusion, anger, emotions out. “W-why are you here?” is the only thing I can ask when my tears stop enough for me to speak. “Because this is where you are.” I’m still not looking at her but I can feel her hand running through my hair. My undercut hidden beneath top of my hair that reaches my shoulder blades while down. Olympia hasn't been stroking my hair for long but her doing it has calmed me down so much faster. Riot has wrapped herself around us, nose to tail, like a mother protecting her pups.
“Olympia?” I ask when my tears have finally stopped. “Yes?” she responds. “Honest answer: why are you here?” “Honest answer?” she asks, I nod. “Because, even if we didn't talk for the two hour drive here when Castle was hurt, I missed you, and yes I spent a while avoiding you, it was because I don’t make new friends or meet new people easily, so I distanced myself to see if that would make it easier. But I heard about how the alpha had yelled at you and made it hard for you to be and with Castle being in the infirmary you were alone. I needed to know you were ok. But you’re not, and it's partly my fault…”
All I could do was hug her. She tenses for a moment, but relaxes almost immediately. “It's not your fault O. I’m just scared, and alone, and unwanted. None of that is on you.” I can feel her head shaking side to side. “ You are wanted, Tara. You have me, Castle and when we find them you will have your parents.” She put emphasis on the ‘when’. She knew that I didn’t believe that I was going to ever meet my parents. Well find them, rescue them, but for me it's to meet them. Because I can’t remember them.
“Castle might have a small issue if he sees me moving in on his best friend but…” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders a mysterious smile on her lips. “I may have f-forgotten my life and h-how the world around me works but I’m p-pretty sure that I can have t-two best friends right?” I ask her, smiling myself.
She nods, pulling me into another hug. I am beyond happy. I am officially friends with the beautiful purpled eyed amazon that brought me here. I bury my face in her red hair, breathing in her lavender and wood smoke scent. Man she smelled amazing. Is that a weird thing to say about someone? What is happening to me? Before I can find an answer for myself someone behind me clears their throat and starts talking: “Sorry to bother ma’am but the messengers from Themiscyra.”
The red hair, galaxe eyed beauty in front of me sighs heavily pulling away from the hug. She looks down at me with apologetic eyes. “It’s ok. Go to your people. I'll be ok.” She just smiles, kisses the top of my head while I slide off her lap. “Thank you. Come back when you're ready.” I nod as she starts walking off. Before she gets too far aways she stops and turns her body to take one last look at me. I smile and wave. She does the same.
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The Chronicles Of The Secret Warriors
FantasyA girl who wakes up alone, trys to figure out her life and the crazy world she is throwing into with no memory