Ma Moitie

Chapter 26

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January 2025

||Echoes of the Past

Taehyung watched Venus sleep, a strange mix of emotions churning within him.  Awe battled with a deep, unsettling unease. He was mesmerized by the sight of her, the way the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden halo around her.

Venus skin, once ravaged from her journey, now turned into smooth and unmarked, a sign to her swift healing.  It was as though the darkness that had clung to her, the pain that had etched itself onto her very being, had been wiped clean, leaving behind a fragile beauty that both captivated and terrified him.

He was drawn to her, unable to tear his gaze away.  The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the rhythm of her breathing, was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him.  He traced the delicate curve of her cheekbones, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she slept. It was a smile he'd seen countless times before, a smile that used to bring him comfort, a smile that now felt like a painful reminder of everything he'd lost.

His gaze drifted down to the way her long, shiny hair cascaded around her like a silken waterfall.  The way the light caught in it's strands, creating a shimmering halo, a sign of the power she held, the power that had saved him from the depths of despair before. 

Yet, even as he marveled at her strength, a chilling fear crept into his heart.  The knowledge that this power, this very thing that had saved him, had been a part of his own lineage, his own family's legacy, only deepened his sense of unease.

It was a legacy he had buried deep within himself, a legacy that now threatened to resurface, shattering the carefully constructed walls he had built around his heart.

He traced the ancient marks on his own arm, the ones that had appeared at pivotal moments in his life then painfully glowed that night. The symbols had been silent for far too long, and a deep, primal fear stirred within him. He had been shut off from his wolf for weeks, a chilling, isolating silence replacing the once roaring torrent of instinct that had defined him.

Venus stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Her gaze held a depth of understanding that sent a shiver down his spine. "You're afraid, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice laced with ancient power.

He swallowed, his throat dry, "These marks… they frighten me. They’re telling me something, but I can’t understand."

"They are the whispers of destiny, Taehyung," she said, her fingers gently cupping his cheeks. "The prophecy we've been told for generations."

She closed her eyes, her voice a low murmur as she uttered ancient words. A wave of heat washed over Taehyung, his body buzzing with unfamiliar sensations. He could feel memories rise from the depths, fragmented, blurry, but undeniably his own. They were images, feelings, voices— echoes of a time when he had been whole, when he hadn't been cut off from his own wolf.

His eyes widened, the pain of those forgotten memories a sharp, piercing agony ripped through him. "Venus, what… what is this?" He gasped, his hand instinctively reaching for his own heart.

She opened her eyes, a deep sadness in their depths, "I had to bring back what your wolf hid from you. It's important that you remember, Taehyung. That you understand the full weight of the prophecy."

She pulled back, her gaze turning to the marks on his arm.  "These marks, they are not just a sign of your destiny, but a testament to your past, your family's lineage, the history of your kind."