Mystical Saga - The beginning

28. Echoes of Silence (Z)

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Zachary (POV) 

It's been a little over a month since we lost contact with Fiora. She hasn't been answering calls nor responding to Theo's attempts at a mind link. Looking back, I should have realized something was amiss the last time we saw her. Regretfully, I left her alone. The details she provided at the company were all false. The only information we have about her is her name, Fiora, and the city she claims to be from.

We have no clue about her whereabouts since the flight she took. Our attempts to track her have been futile, and even Arnica couldn't locate her with her energy. When we sought assistance from their queen, she declined, citing Fiora's choice and her respect for it. Frankly, I couldn't care less about her respect—I need to find out where Fiora is.

Is she safe? What's troubling her? And why did she vanish without a trace? Most importantly, I miss her terribly.

I'm still here in Fiora's city, tirelessly searching for her while managing the affairs of my company. Today, I met with one of our acquaintances, Mr. Mary. The anticipation was palpable as his wife presented a concept for our new project—a notion that ignited excitement from the moment it was unveiled.

The designs were nothing short of mesmerizing, each more captivating than the last. Among them, one stood out—a half-crescent moon shape with a wolf's head intricately woven into its design. The symbolism was powerful, and the potential impact on the growing werewolf reader community was undeniable. We could almost feel the energy in the room surge as we discussed the possibilities.

But that was just the beginning. Another proposal featured two dragons locked in a majestic, swirling dance—one poised at the north and the other at the south. The imagery was breathtaking, and the idea of bringing together these iconic symbols left us all spellbound.

And then came the suggestion to combine these elements—a fusion of moon and wolf, dragon and legend. The excitement was palpable as we envisioned the possibilities, and the potential to capture the imagination of people from all corners of the globe.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this concept, not just for its visual appeal, but for its promise to connect people through the timeless power of storytelling. After all, stories are what bind us together, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions. In this project, we had the opportunity to create something truly extraordinary—a place where those stories could come to life, and where souls could find connection and solace amidst the swirling chaos of the world.

The meeting convened to finalize the design wasn't just about aesthetics; it was about translating imagination into reality, ensuring that the vision could be practically realized. We delved into discussions on the feasibility of the design—its structural integrity, materials required, and the intricate balance between form and function.

As we navigated through the technical aspects and assessed the project's viability, my thoughts kept drifting back to Fiora. Amidst the discussions on budgets, timelines, and legalities, her absence weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't shake off the worry, hoping fervently that she was safe and well.

Even as we meticulously went over every detail, from the engineering specifications to the procurement process, a part of me remained preoccupied with thoughts of her. The project was taking shape, but my concern for her safety remained a constant undercurrent in the proceedings.

Though we still had a myriad of topics to dissect, we lacked the requisite expertise at that moment. Reluctantly, we concluded the meeting, leaving a trail of unresolved issues in our wake. Mr. Mary and his wife extended a gracious invitation for dinner at their home, a gesture I initially wished to decline. My mind remained fixated on finding Fiora, but their insistence and our longstanding acquaintance left me with no choice but to accept.