All I Ever Needed

Chapter 35

The pack house erupted in chaos after Zachariah announced the news. Chase had bursted out the door while yelling commands to Luke and pack fighters.

I frantically ran to my bag that contained my outfit. Pulling it out I admired it, Zachariah nodded his head at me. Granting me access to this war. It's what my mother wanted.

I hurriedly ran to the bathroom and striped from my daily clothes. With trouble I pulled on the right warrior outfit. It fit to every curve of my body. I tied my hair back in a bun then stepped back from the mirror, looking at myself.

My breath was taken away at the resemblance I had with the woman in my story book, who was supposedly me. I had always admired her when my mother read to me about her. And came to find out I was her, so I need to admire myself for how far I've came.

The death of my parents was like a fading scar left on my body. The thought of them would always be there but it would hurt a little less each day until I've learned to learn from them.

A tear ran down my cheek at the scar that only seemed to grow bigger.

"They have arrived, Annora." Came the voice of Zachariah. He was standing by the bathroom door with a sword and bow n' arrow in hand.

I nodded my head, stealing one last glance at the mirror. I grabbed the bow n' arrow from his hands and placed it in its spot handing from my back. I then grabbed the sword hesitantly, "You know, my mother always practice with me on how to shoot a bow. But never how to use a sword."

"It was a last minute thing." Zachariah confessed, Boeing his head to me as he stepped out of the way.

I gripped the sword in my left hand and hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. The thought of what could happen was finally hitting me: I could let everyone down today. Whatever happened was on me.

Zachariah laid a hand on my shoulder, "You're not going to ruin things, Annora. Do whatever your mind leads you to do."

I hung my head, "That's what my mother always said."

"I know," he whispered, "I thought you should hear it one more time. She's not gone forever, and you know that. She will always be lingering around you. Your father too."

I sniffled and wiped a tear, "Tell me: What did my father think of all this."

Zachariah chuckled and dropped his hand from my shoulder, "He thought it was completely ignorant. His only child having been destined to fight in a battle against evil," Zachariah sighed, "And knowing that he wouldn't be there by your side."

I nodded my head, thanking him for his honesty. I turned to him, "But you will be by my side...and Chase too."

Zachariah nodded, "Yes, and he knew that."

An animalistic growl came from outside of the pack house. I took a deep breath and gripped Zachariah's hand, "Let's go kick some shadows' ass."

It was dark outside, not just from the lack of sun but from the poison of evils souls lingering. They wrapped around my throat, begging to squeeze and kill, "Why does the black smoke stay?" I asked Zachariah as we both scoped out the forest for surviving bodies.

"It's like blood after a human gets killed, it stains."

"So the black smoke is their blood." I asked, stepping over a fallen demon who was making a ticking sound.

Don't throw up.

"Up there!" Zachariah yelled over the sudden noise of metal crashing and screams, "The shadows always stay down low so at anytime the can blend in with the woods. Angles stay up higher, for example: on hills, so they can revive more power from God. Demons stay down low, also, but inside trenches and holes, so they can revive more power from the devil."

I nodded my head, trying to comprehend it all, "Where's Chase?"

Zachariah pointed in the direction of the woods, "He's carrying little kids to the save house while fighting off demons."

My eyes grew wide at the new information, "Let me go help him!"

Zachariah caught me by my shoulders as I tried to run past, "I will go help him. You do what was destined. If you ever need help go up high and revive it from an angel, do not stay low-bring Ussicore to you."

I nodded my head as Zachariah turned and disappeared into the woods, just a shadowy remembrance of his presence.

I turned around and watched the war play out in front of my eyes, luckily they fought on open ground and they couldn't see me hiding behind multiple trees. Werewolves were sinking their teeth in demos necks while angels fought the shadow people. Yet, only one angel remained up high, awaiting it's opponent. The man looked familiar but due to the black smoke and dark night, I couldn't put my finger on it.

A loud roar broke me from my thoughts, the first werewolf had died.

I aimed my bow n' arrow at the demon snickering over its dead body and prayed to my mother.

Then I released the arrow.