The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Twenty-six: the heartless daughter

Thirteen_Years_Later

Krystal's POV (Wynter)

(So you won't get confused, Krystal is Wynter. Krystal is the name Raquelia gave to her after rescuing her, so she won't remember her past)

   I punched through the statue coated with wolfbane for the umpteenth time. Master Zadd had been training me on how to be invulnerable to wolfsbane and silver, using my cold nature as a shield. It was difficult at first, but I was getting the hang of it. Every time I punched silver, it reminded me of someone I used to know who was immune to silver, but I couldn't remember who or where I knew that person from.

   "Again!" He shouted stridently.

«This is so boring. I can rip open a silver wall and not get affected. This lesson is lame» My wolf said uninterestedly. I called her Wynter because that name rang a big bell in my head.

   I spun up and kicked off the statue's head. "Good. Now swim to the very bottom of the silver liquid pool and fetch me my walking stick." He instructed. I have him an incredulous look but he raised his eyebrows at me, daring me to challenge his order.

   "You're going to get her killed," Nigel, the eldest vampire king said as nonchalantly as ever while eating an apple. He left his throne to his descendant and faked his death to get away from society. Then he founded the temple of elders alongside two others. He was one of the most powerful beings in existence but so laid back it was hard to see how.

   I snorted. "I appreciate your concern but I can never get hurt. I am Krystal and Krystal doesn't bleed, feel or fear anything," I said confidently. With that, I took off my clothes, ran to the lake, and dived in. The effect of a werewolf jumping into a pool made out of silver started with a pinch.

«This is one powerful silver pool, it's getting to me,» Wynter said sarcastically. I chuckled. «He should have at least tried harder. If his aim is to weaken me, then he is doing a terrible job at it.»

«He's not doing a terrible job, we're just doing a better job» I swam to the depth and gasped. Did she say he wasn't trying hard enough? The last time I checked, easy doesn't mean his staff is inside the mouth of a giant sea monster. Why did I ever expect that it would be easy? And how did the monster fit inside the lake? The lake looked deeper under the water, perhaps a magic spell.

«Way to go, Champ,» Wynter said sarcastically. «How do we get it out?»

«We kill it.»

«Isn't that too harsh?» There was a pause before we broke into laughter. Harsh my ass. Harsh is my mother having no choice but to rip out her heart to give me more chances of survival. Harsh is living the last thirteen years with no memory of my past. Definitely, a five-year-old memory shouldn't be that good, but because I knew myself more than anyone else, I knew that was bullshit. I had a great memory. I remembered every little detail of what has happened to me for the past thirteen years, even the number of times I breathe a day when I pay attention to it. Harsh was the bullcrap life I was living.

   I exhaled through my nostrils, releasing particles of magic into the sliver. I channeled the rest of the energy into the nail of my index finger and pointed it directly at the beast's core inside its forehead. I released the energy in the form of a rushed thin light, zapping the beast's forehead and freezing the inside of its core. I folded my fist, causing the core to shatter to pieces. Maybe that was easy after all.