Little One

Twenty Two|Not An Oracle???

This chapter is Bleh

Miracle's P.O.V

It was 12 in the afternoon and I was in the library,reading a werewolf cureses book. Hey, I was bored. I looked down and one curse caught my eye.

The Oracle Curse

This curse gives the victim Oracle powers, but slowly kills off their weaker offspring. When having this curse the victim's head hair turns a bright white and their eyes a milky white(the weaker offspring will also have these traits). To cure this curse you must mix:

-Chopped Green Onions

-She wolf's tear(one of pure sorrow of the cursed)

-Pot of boiling water

You must then utter the words.

Matra Matra

Dioc Stanon

Treshé Me Yok

Notré

The curses will be cured as well as the offspring.

I looked up and closed the book. My mother was cursed...and so was I, but my mother wasn't dying;I was. I marked the page and made my way to my mother in the kitchen. She was making a pot of soup, her hair tied up in a messy bun. I started to cry. She looked up and me and the down at the book, frowning.

"What's wrong, dear?" She asked, putting down everything and walking up to me.

"I'm dying,mom." I told her. Her eyes widened "We're cursed;someone cursed us. Look." I opened the book and watched as she read the brief page.

"Oh my. We have to try this right away. Go get your father."

I ran to my father's study, bursting through the doors and telling him of my discovery. We ran down and I handed him the book of curses while my Mum started making the potion.

"We thought it was a growing disorder..." my dad muttered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"We thought you were dying from a growing disorder..."

"Wait, wait, wait. You two knew I was dying...and you did nothing?"

"It isn't like that, Miracle." My mom said, her eyes watering. "We wanted to make sure."

"Make sure what? I was dying properly?" I spat.

"That's not what your mother meant."

"And I suppose you would know. After all ot was probably your idea not to tell me."

"It was Caiden's!" My mother shouted, tears pouring down her face. "He wanted to find the cute and be back before you even knew what was happening!"

I was shocked. My Mate hid this from me? "C-Caid knew?"

"He didn't want you to know you were sick at all. He was going to go to Moscow, get the cure and come back."

"So he isn't at an Alpha meeting?"

"No."

I was shocked everyone knew, but me. By this time my mother had tears streaming down her face. The fact that they his my sickness from me hurt, but it didn't matter. At that moment I just wanted to be normal. I grabbed my mother's hand and drug her over to the pot where a single tear fell.

"I guess we drink it..." I said.

She nodded and was brought us two cups for us. We spooned out a bit into them, drinking.

I looked at my mom, who was skruntching up her face in disgust. The drink was pretty aweful. "I don't feel any different." I said, looking down. "So I look different?"

"Oh, Mir, your hair! Your eyes!"

"Mom." I gasped. "Y-You're beautiful." Her once milky eyes were now a stunning violet and her hair fell in light blonde waves.

"So are you dear."

I ran to the hallway mirror and gasped. I looked just like her, but smaller. Would Caid like the transformation? I had to call him and tell him to come home. There was no reason for him to be in Moscow now.

"I'm gonna go call Caid." I told my parents, getting out my phone to dial his number.

"Hello?" Came Caid's voice, thick with sleep.

"Baby, it's me."

"Mir! How are you?! Do you feel sick?"

"Listen to me. You have to come back, Caid." I explained everything to to him while he listened. I could hear him moving around the room and shuffling things. I h eard the zip of a suit case after I finished my story.

"Baby,sit tight. I'm coming home."

Like I said this chapter was bleh