"Ida, if you are not careful, this Night Beast will try to stop you from reaching your destiny that Moonchild Gloria predicted."
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"You must not allow that to happen."
"You. Must. Not..."
Mother Saoirse's words ring in your head as you hurry down the spiraling staircase and fling open the door, and you speed through the worship room, your vision blurry from the tears daring to escape.
A few Sisters gasp as they stumble out of your way, gaping at you with their eyes wide in surprise. You're not one to easily anger or even cry in front of them, so seeing you this way, with your eyes watery and your fists clenched, must shock them greatly.
You blink away the tears. This isn't the time for them, and you're sure you'll have time to cry later.
You storm through the cathedral and burst out of the double doors, being greeted by the rising sun and chirping birds of the early morning. Your pounding heart drowns out the elegant tunes of the Spideogs and Rí Ruas.
You can hear Mother Saoirse calling for you, but you pay her no mind. Your thoughts are fixed on something else at the moment.
Right now, as you stride down the hill and towards the bridge over the river, you're in serious mode. You're striding with your jaw clenched and brows knitted.
You're striding with purpose.
That purpose? Question Caligo.
Get all of the information you need. If he did know your parents, you want to know everything he knows about them.
You've waited 17 years to learn about your parents, and you don't want to wait any longer.
As soon as you step foot in the forest, you get that same sense someone's watching you, so you stop in place and spin around. Tears blur your vision, and shadows fill the forest around you, but you can still make out the burley black beast.
You straighten your back while taking in a trembling breath. "Why would you hide that from me?"
Your voice comes as a weak, trembling breath, and your bottom lip quivers as you gaze into his white orbs. You watch him tilt his head to the side in confusion, and rather than finding it cute, you find it only annoys you.
He takes a step towards you, his hands reaching out to comfort you, but you step back, rejecting his gentle touch. Your face turns away as a single tear slides down one of your reddening cheeks.
"Ida," he whispers your name, his voice low and gentle.
You close your eyes and curl up your brows. "You knew my parents, and you didn't tell me." Your shoulders slump at your own words.
Your eyes flutter open, and you turn you head to gaze into his calming, kind eyes. But the anger in your soul keeps you from falling into that calming comfort that his eyes always give you.
"And you...you cursed my family? Caligo, why?" Finally, the tears overflow and streak down your face.
You shake your head, close your eyes, and bring your hands up to your face to wipe away your tears. Crying comes so easy to you, and you hate that fact.
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Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader
FantasyHolt: A wood or wooded hill. Wraith: A ghost or ghostlike image of someone, especially one seen shortly before or after their death. ~*~*~*~*~ Who are you? ...what are you? All you remember from your childhood is your middle name; nothing more, noth...
