Maia thought death was the end, until the alluring Nix brothers summon her back to life. Now, she must embrace her newfound existence as she is thrust into a dark prophecy that could unravel their cursed fate.
With each step, Maia is inexplicably dr...
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As I sat on the stone carved throne, dust raised from the parched earth, waltzing lazily in the sweltering air. The villagers moved around in a hectic manner and the blistering light arrows stabbed my skin, making me feel like a piece of cutlet.
According to the beliefs of the Lykans, as they called themselves, before a vessel would be able to be reborn, flourish fully and fulfill its duties, offering rituals had to take place. Such rituals would awaken the godly powers that a vessel possess.
That day was one of those days. A day for celebration and hope.
Strangely enough, despite the obvious poor condition these people lived in due to the curse set upon them, since I arrived, I had been taken care of like royalty, which would make sense given their delusional belief that I was some kind of deity who'd bring them salvation.
I was not.
I had given up on convincing them otherwise. At least I could survive.
But looking back at everything now, I couldn't say the same for the rest of the people living there. Daily I would see men, women and children struggle to make it to the next day.
According to Annia, the only person who I was able to interact without a headache, aside from the obnoxious Crassus, the place had been deprived of any rain for eighty six full moons, which for any pack would have been deadly. Wherever the Nest moved, misfortune soon followed.
That's when it occurred to me. Those people were dying. Slowly but surely. Some pack members already died from hunger or lack of water. They would all perish, sooner or later.
They were desperate.
But so was I.
I can still recall their faces, slim and drained of life. Their bodies fragile and malnourished. But strangely, these people that one would expect to see give up on themselves, were far from helpless.
One could see it in their eyes.
Hope.
Nietzsche said that sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed. I, who they thought of as a saviour, would be the one to make their hope disappear.
But was anyone ready for that? Was I?
The village square was out of the ordinary that day. Beautifully handmade dried leaf decorations were placed, both on the ground, forming a carpet pathway, at the entrance of each residence, and around the throne.
Youngsters sprinted around energetically between the busy adults that rushed around carrying filled baskets with their most treasured possessions.
"...and then, I will marry a beautiful Luna and I'll be the happiest Lykan in the pa-" spoke the brown-haired boy that I met the very first night, as he bumped into me.
