BLACKFOREST REIGN

03. ACCEPTANCE

The surrounding area around him was white and endless. No matter which direction he looked, all he could see was nothing.

He only heard running water and when he turned around, before him, far enough at a distance stood a running water fountain.

Pran began walking towards it, as if he was being pulled into suction by it. When he stood in front of it, a figure - he couldn't make out - made from running water appeared and began to speak.

"It is now your turn. Lead them into righteousness, help them see beyond the hatred. I long for peace and humanity over my children. Go!" the voice echoed, and Pran could feel the vibrations down at his feet.

"Who?! Whom are you talking about?" The figure vanished before Pran could even get his answer.

"Pran!!" a very soft voice called behind him making Pran turn swiftly. A big bright light glowed before Pran. It was blinding to his eyes.

"You are our transcendent being. You have my blood coursing through you and it's because of your kind nature that we give you this mark. Lead, Guide, Compromise, Learn and bring Peace among the factions. You are the chosen one. Let our will be done"

"Goddess Luna?!!" Pran had called out

Opening his eyes, all Pran could see was a white room with beeping machines.

His mind was a bit juggled up from the dream he just had to be able to make sense of where he was.

Taking everything in, where he was and the state he was in, it looked like he was in a hospital. Hospital? How did he end up here? What happened?

He slowly turned his head to look around and found his mother asleep beside him. He could see the tired expressions on his mother's face.

How long has he been here? His father was also fast asleep on the small couch near the entrance door. Just how long have they been here? His throat felt dry. He needed water.

"Mum," he called out, his voice small and crackly. He shifted his hand a bit and that was able to wake up his mother, "Hey mum"

"Pran?!" Waking up from her sleep, she called out, "Pran my child" her voice cracked as she ran her hands on her son's face.

He could feel them trembling against his skin. They were even cold. Just how long had she been asleep here?.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she looked relieved and sad at the same time, "Pran" she called out once again sniffing back.

"Son?" His father called out as he came to stand beside his mother.

"What happened?" he asked, "Why am I in bed? How long have I been here?"

"You don't remember anything?" Pran shook his head.

He didn't remember anything. Was there something he was supposed to remember? He frowned at both his parents' looks.

His parents looked at each other, his mother tried to speak but no words came out. Pran could see she was having a difficult time

"What is it? What happened?" He tried to remain calm but deep inside he was beginning to freak out.

"Son…. Uhm" his father took a deep breath before talking, "You found your mate" he said with a distaste in his mouth. The tone of dissapoint from his father killed the small smile expression Pran had on his face.

"I - I did?, who? Then why aren't you happy"

He saw his mother's mouth tremble as her eyes fuelled with more tears.