\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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I take a step forward, my foot landing in a pile of leaves, but the souls of my shoes make no sound. Not a single crunch of the fall leaves, raked in piles as the small children jump within with obnoxiousness, rolling within the wilting cuticles.
I pace towards Damaris, though it's as if I have no control over my own being, for it is that my legs are moving automatically, carrying my soul someplace different. Almost as if I were on autopilot. Damaris's silent eyes watch in my direction, but don't meet eye to eye with me directly, as if she's signaling something with her mind.
The tall man that towers over Damaris's small stature takes her gently by the hand, leading her inside, as I follow close behind. Damaris' small quarter of an inch heels click on the wood, like the hooves of horses on cobblestones. As I enter the building, my mind immediately flashes with recognizable images. The high ceilings. The grand stair case. It's all the same, nothing is different.
The two walk down the same eerie hallway, just as I had in the real world when I first came here. Just thinking of it sends chills down my spine, unwanted chills. For I was nothing but a variable in his plan to come back here. All of those things he had told me, were all lies. Victorious lies.
And I'm a fool for believing in them.
My focus is instantly grabbed when I realize that I'm no longer within the hall, but rather standing in the corner of the office, the same one Mother claims as her own. A man with gray hairs sprouting from his head sits in the same leather chair, his fingers interlaces as his elbows rest atop the surface; Damaris now sits in front of him, as his eyes study her small figure.
"Bring him," he states firmly, and at that moment, a guard moves out of the room, exiting through the same side door that Damaris first went through when we came face to face.
Within seconds, another being strides through the doors, and I find myself gasping for breath when my eyes land on no other than Mr. Simons, though, something's different. I can't find out what, for he appears the exact same as I remember him.
What is going on?!
"Little one, you may be wondering why I summoned you here," the man speaks, his skin wrinkling as he blinks, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Damaris simply nods. "You do not belong amongst us," he states, rather blatantly. Her look immediately changes, her once dominate smile fading, and from the corner of my eye, I see the tall man's eyes begin to become glassy, a single tear coming from his tear duct.
"What do you mean, Alpha?" her small voice asks.
At this moment, the tall man steps forward, placing a hand firmly on Damaris' shoulder.
"Sir, she's only a child! She knows nothing!"
"She's a witch! A vixen that is cursed with the blood not of this pack, but of the blood of a demon! Her soul is poisoned, just as her children's will be too! Every minute she's here, she grows more powerful...she is no longer welcome here," the alpha fires, and my heart starts to ache.
The feelings she must be feeling.
"But sir-"
"That's the end of it, she has the curse of Godinez, and cannot stay amongst us!"
"What's wrong with my eyes?" Her small voice cuts in, with a random question, completely irrelevant.
The tall man kneels beside her, and whispers within her ear, but I'm able to hear it as if he were speaking to me. "Your eyes are like a bog, hazy and full of unknown possibilities, they don't like that here. You have to have crystal blue ones, you have to fit with the sapphires." Damaris' eyes hold confusion, "but you don't have to fit, you're unique, don't listen to another word he says," he says.
"That's enough Isaiah!" The Alpha bellows. The man said to be Isaiah stands, and immediately turns to Simons.
"Is there a cure?" He asks.
Simons shakes his head, his head hung low for it is almost as if he's grieving his answer, the emotion clear within his irises. "I'm afraid not," he states solemnly, "my condolences, sir."
The walls start to crumble around me, my surroundings slowly fading until there's nothing but a dull, charcoal white all around me. But that's when I'm brought back to reality, Damaris sitting in front of me, her retinas still dilated. I scrutinize her expression, her lips pressed in a straight line, waiting for my response.
"You...you're a-"
"Necromancer...yes," she states it shamefully, "that is how I was able to show you that...that distant memory," she adds.
I purse my lips, averting my gaze to my lap. Staring down at my hands, that is when another question forms.
"The curse of Godinez-"
"Is a curse of death, said to be no cure besides death, but no other way to get rid of it. Once you have it, there's no getting rid of it until you become diseased. The last I heard...you have it too."
My head snaps up at this. "You're a cursed wolf, one that only transforms on a full moon. There's a reason why this happened to you, Vivian, this wasn't coincidental."
"Why did this happen?" I ask, wanting an answer to my forever lingering question.
She lets out a sigh again, "Unfortunately, it isn't my answer to give," she says, and I become dazed. "It's Alakade's."
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Still missing the part of why Damaris is the Luna and Alpha? Well, keep waiting! You'll get an answer soon enough! Any predictions?
