Pirates, Mages, Humans and the Outcasts✔️

Chapter 3; Lola's past |E|

Edited; the 1st of February, 2019

I was running, well, more like trying to run, because my instincts told me to do so. And I can see why; there were guards everywhere in Starburst's streets, probably for my very 'frightening' and 'scary' arrival.

"How sweet of them... Why didn't I get a red carpet like the king..?!" I think to myself while I try to get my legs to carry me faster than they do now, because with that speed, I won't get far enough from Starburst to make me feel a tad bit safer than I do right now.

Honestly, for the second time in my life, I'm afraid of how things will turn out... I have gone through so much things in the last 12 years of my life, that I just don't need more drama.

Heh... How rude of me... You're the person I'm telling my story to, and yet, you barely know anything about me. Let me introduce myself, while I get to some sort and form of shelter;

My real name isn't Lola, as you know... My real name is Luu Mysticum Wolfstorm. I know, it's ridiculous, but I like it, cuz' no one has a name like mine on the entirety of land and seas.

Wich in being a runaway and outcast, it doesn't help, because if you were to be asked to capture me, you would just have to ask; "Excuse me Mrs/Mr, do you know if Luu Mysticum Wolfstorm is in town or not?" It makes my life even harder being the 'Outcast'.

I'm... Not part of any of the three tribes as you can tell. I was born from a love that shouldn't have happened. You see, my mother was a very powerful witch. And my father was a caring pirate, with a heart of gold. One day, my father was running from another group of pirates looking for shelter.

He found a well kept house in the forest near the Crystal Caves. The Crystal Caves are known to have the biggest mage and wizard population in all over the land.

Anyways, back to my story: If I mentioned my family why not talk a bit about it right..? People love talking about how great their family life is.

You see... I can only talk about how good it was... My father truly truly cared for me. He taught me how to fight with a sword, my hands and my feet. He taught me so many things. Like climbing, or how can you run a long distance, or how to catch food for the family!

My mother on the other hand... I had a few arguments with her, but under our tough skin, we both loved each other. She would teach me wich berries and fruits I can eat from bushes. And when I got myself hurt, or had a bruise or somethin' like that, she would heal it for me.

It was a weird feeling, and all my bruises left white healed parts on my body, reminding me everyday of them.

We were always running from everyone. The humans, mages and wizards, and pirates... They didn't like the thought of having an 'Outcast' living in our society after the rules were set.

Being a pirates and a witches only daughter was in itself great! I had my father's strength and tricky mind set, his quick movements and cleverness.

I got some magic from my mother as well, but in a different way... Every time something drastic happened to me, I'd get a tattoo. My eyes carry some sort of power to bring back one of the extinct species... The werewolves...

When I'm really angry or emotional, my eyes turn to a werewolf's, and anyone who looks into them has to go trough the pain and suffering it means to be turned into a werewolf. I only want people to look into my eyes than if I really truly hate them.

Heh... I'm getting off teach again aren't I? Let's get back on. I said that I can only talk about how good my time spent with family was.

One day, me and my mother got into a really aggressive fight of the words. That was the time I learned I can turn people into werewolves... I... Turned my mother into one... It was a really painful time for her, worrying my father and making guilt eat me alive every day every hour, just thinking that if I would've just obeyed her, she could've avoided all that suffering.

She layed in bed all days-nights long, suffering from the pain I caused for her. One day when I got back home, my father was laying on the floor in a pool of blood.

My mother on the bed, laying lifeless, due to the pain of turning into a werewolf.

I was petrified. My small family was killed just because I was living and breathing. I was devastated, and hated myself for making the mistakes that I made.

Ever since than, I was on the run for my life, and others's safety. By the time I had to start running, I was 10 years old or more, so I was capable of taking care of myself. After that, guards would always be on the lookout for me. I eventually found a single island where I could live in better peace and slight quiet.

And that's where I want to get back if it's the last thing I do.

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A/N:

Ahoiiiiii little wolf pups and pack members, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I know it has been released, but unfinished. So, I wanted to do that for you all! I hope you like it!

As always, rate and comment if you liked it, and correct my grammar! :3

Baiiiiiiii!

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