The Rise of The Unknown

Chatper 6

*unedited and not even read through

CHAPTER 6: CELESTE

Cold water drops pelt over her, numbing her body to the same extend of numbness that seems to have a hold over her head.

Her hands shake as her lowest moments play like a movie through her mind, yet no feelings get evoked. Being alive is a boon, having survived everything and yet having come this far. Having a new family and identity.

But she could still feel the way her magic came to her, the way it felt for the first time as it leisurely moved through her palms from its host.

Unable to handle it, she slams her hand in the glass stand next to her, a desperate attempt from her side to feel something, be it the physical sense of pain.

Bringing her injured hand up to her eye level, she watches helplessly as the red of her hand started getting washed by the water from the shower head. It took only a second before wisps of her magic appeared around the cuts in her flesh, and in her unseeing vision, they healed her wounds leaving behind a tingling cold sensation.

Dark magic, it has often been a subject to miss conceptions, and that is the reason that people regardless of their species avoid talking about it.

Unlike white or pure magic, which has boundaries and regulations, and is divided massively, the dark magic is like an ocean of water to be used as you please, with no one wanting it and hardly a few that can handle it.

And the dark magic is as loyal to its host as the wolves are to a pack.

Hell, a wolf may leave the pack at some point of his life but dark magic won’t ever do so. It looks out for its host, working on his/her will and protecting them with its all might.

Celeste takes a deep breath, willing herself to move forward even in the haze of emotional numbness. Closing the shower, it takes her a few minutes to change and enter her room. She picks up the phone and calls her team to her room first before dialling for her brother.

“Celeste.”

“You know, your way of answering a phone is absolutely ridiculous.”

Celeste sits on the edge of her bed, feeling better just at the sound of brother’s snort.

“You can hardly expect me to answer with a ‘Hi girly’ or something in the middle of a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

A knock sounds through the room, the door opening slightly by Willow. Celeste nods her in, watching as her whole team filters after the Wind Element.

“Yes. The pack is in unrest. A few members had family in the two affected packs and got to know about the wolves. Not a lot of detail but enough to cause panic. I have to answer their questions but the ranked ones wanted a meeting to clear out what will be a better option to deal with this.”

She hums.

“So you handle this meeting and I will fill you in later.”

With a goodbye on the both sides, the witch cut off her phone before looking at the nine people scattered in the room.

“Report.”