Lyon ✓

Chapter 21

(100 years ago)

Third Person's POV

It was the time of war. Death and destruction was everywhere. The ignorant humans had just learnt that they weren't the only superior race on this planet. Were they superior at all? As soon as they felt threat to their throne, they attacked. Yes, humans were the first to attack which caused death  of hundreds of innocent werewolves. Some were experimented on, while the others were tortured. 

The werewolves knew what they could do to the humans and had decided to stand back until the lives of their kind was threatened. Their primal instinct to protect their families and pack led to the largest, longest and the most destructive war that would be recorded in the histories of both of the species. Mothers lost their children, sisters lost their brothers, wives lost their husbands and children lost their fathers. 

The prolonged war finally came to an end. The "four heroes of war" seemed like a curse to the mankind. They had killed plenty and without mercy. Every human who came in their way was slaughtered. But blaming it on them would be hypocritical, after all it was the humans who started the war with an inevitable end. It was the turn of the werewolves to reign over the Earth.

Esme had everything that she could've hoped for. A husband, a son and a beautiful future. At a young age she had mastered the art of witchcraft, a skill that was usually frowned upon. But with her beautiful smile and a few magical tricks, she had won many hearts. 

Then came the war. All the human men were recruited in the army. Both Esme's husband and son had to leave her but not before promising her that they'll be back very soon.

They did keep their promise. They did return but in coffins.

Saying that she was devastated would be an understatement. Their images kept flashing in her mind. She thought that she was going insane. Little did she know that she indeed was.

She blamed the werewolves, she blamed them all. Especially those whose songs were being sung everywhere she went. She had heard their name. Elias ,Theodore, Romanique and Damian. Oh how much she wished to curse them all. And indeed she would.

She was powerful and she knew it. She didn't even need them to be near her to curse them. But she wanted them to know. She wanted them to remember who she was until their last breath.

Her city was being named after his wolf "Lyon", and for that they were coming to the city. It would be the perfect time. She would crash into the ball that was being organised that night and curse them in front of every one of those damned werewolves. She would show them that they weren't as powerful as they thought they would be. 

She did exactly that. When she cursed them, they didn't even try to resist. She couldn't see the anguish in their eyes, their apologetic faces, their hanging heads, for her eyes were covered with fury.

Years passed. She couldn't help but think that the curse that she had given them was more of a gift. Who wouldn't want to be immortal? Their immortality would remain until Elias found his mate. Of course Theodore, Romanique and Damian would never find one but they would have the gift of immortality until then. You have to sacrifice a few things to get something, don't you? And after Elias found her mate, then what? They would all get a happy ending without even an ounce of guilt towards the amount of deaths they had caused.

She couldn't let that happen.

She sacrificed hundreds of werewolves to limit her aging process and hid her deteriorating self behind her magic. She then looked for the werewolf who would possess the seed of Elias's mate. With her power, she found him soon enough. He still hadn't found her mate and she saw it as a perfect chance.

She compelled him into thinking that he was her mate. When his real mate confronted him, she made him kill her and continued with the attempts of having his child. Mastering that trick took her a few failures but she did succeed. She cast her magic off the man who later on killed himself realising that he had murdered his own mate.

After the baby was born, she left it in the woods. Knowing all too well that the two werewolves who weren't able to have a child would take her in. She wondered if they ever knew who took away that ability from them.

While Amara grew up, she gathered her army. Collecting humans from all parts of the world who were ready to throw off the werewolves. With a little motivation and magic, they all easily gave in.

But of course, she needed some werewolves by her side as well. After all, who would know them better than their own kind. So she decided to caste her magic over a few of them. Emily didn't even require magic, she was already very ready to betray her own kind and wanted Elias in return. Esme promised she could have Elias. But she left out the part that she would get her, but as a corpse.

Then there a Theo. It had been very hard for her to cast her spell on him. She did it the day the had gone out when their house had been burnt. His wolf had resisted a lot and the spell had almost drained her. But she was successful.

All her plans were working out well and if she was lucky, Elias would be dead within a week while the humans and werewolves would be against each other in another war. A war which humans would win.

And after all of that, she would be able to die in peace. She knew that she wouldn't be welcomed in heaven but hoped to see her husband and son with open arms when she entered the spirit realm.

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Theo: "And that's all we have for today's trip to the past. I hope you all enjoyed it and i'll see you all next time."

Amara: "Who are you even talking to?"

Theo: "They know. They all know." ;)