Reject, A Werewolf Mini-Story ✔️

Epiloge

"Mom!" A little boy with golden blonde hair and lavender eyes ran down his small apartment hallway. "Look what I got!"

"Hello honey." A young girl with brown and black hair smiled. She looked no older than 18, yet held herself like a full grown woman. She picked up the young boy, "What is it?" She watched as he opened up his hands to reveal a small bluish flower.

"I picked it for you." He spoke timidly, a small pink rising on his cheeks and neck. Like his father.

"It's beautiful honey." She spoke softly, putting him down as she took the flower from him. "Now tell me, where did you get those bruises." Her kind tone turned cold, making the small boy freeze.

He thought that if he brought a gift to his mother she wouldn't notice the bruises he got from school.

He avoided her cold stare, hoping that she'll eventually brush the topic off. But knowing his mother.

She won't.

"Some kids at school were making fun of me for my purple eyes." He sniffled, holding in his tears like a warrior.

"The same kids who bullied you for not having a father?" She questioned, looking softly at the now teary boy who nodded his head slowly. "Oh sweetie." She picked him up again and hugged him close. His tears started to stream down as he held onto her soft hair.

"I-I got angry and punched one of them." He held onto her tighter, "And they started to gang up on me."

"Did the teacher do anything?" She removed his backpack slowly and placed it on the floor beside them, making a mental note to pick it up later. She rubbed his back soothingly as she walked towards their small living room, sitting on the couch with him still clinging to her like a baby koala.

"No, she just watched us." He sniffled, finally prying himself from his mother and wiping all evidence of his tears.

"I'm going to have another chat with your principal again." She growled, making the small boy giggle at her attempt to be intimidating. "Now, Archer, you are 7, I expect you to sort your problems out not with your fists. Okay?"

"Okay Marina." He smiled at his mom. He leaned back down on his mother's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "Mom, do you think my mom and dad miss me?" He remembers when Marina first told him she wasn't his real mother.

"I'm honestly not sure honey," she spoke with a tired voice, "But I know you'll meet them one day, when I am gone."

That caught little Archer's attention.

"W-what do you mean gone? Marina, you promised to always be with me." The tears returned to his eyes.

"I will Archer," she poked his chest, "Right here, I will always be with you right here."

"But I want you with me out here," he sobbed, clinging to her neck once more. "I don't want to meet my parents without you!"

"It's simply fate Archer, I cannot stay with you forever."

"You have to Marina! I need you to!" His tears stained her top as he sobbed harder.

He really did want a life without Marina, but a life without her was his fate.

"Shhh," she calmed the child, "I want to spend forever with you too, but I cannot." She stood up slowly, letting Archer slide to the floor. "Now come along, a friend of mine is going to take you to meet your father."

"A-already?!" Archer shouted, he clung to her more. "I don't want to! I want to stay here!" She pried him from her leg and brought him to the door as soon as it knocked.

"Hello Wes." Marina spoke softly. Archer clung to her shirt like his life depended on it. He wasn't ready to leave the woman to raised him, but deep down he knew that she didn't have much time left.

So he let her go.

Marina handed Wes a suitcase that Archer didn't notice before and Wes took it with a sad smile on his face.

"I wish our reunion didn't have to be under these disheartening circumstances." Wes gave Marina a big hug. The last hug he would give her. "Hello there youngling, you must be Archer." Wes crouched all the way down to Archer's eye level, "I'm Wes Knacker, a friend of your father."

Archer was silent, looking up at Marina for one last time.

"Wes is going to take you to your father." Marina crouched as well, taking Archer's small hands in her's. "Goodbye Archer," a tear rolled down her check, the start of many, "I will always be with you."

She took off a pendant that was always hidden from sight. A beautiful silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, matching her glowing silver eyes. She slipped it around Archer's neck, letting him admire it for a moment before his eyes met her's.

"Goodbye Marina." His voice faltered, but he remained strong.

"Goodbye Archer." She repeated, wiping the tears from her eyes and bringing him into a hug.

She watched as her life's purpose walked away with the scarred man.

She knew this was her fate.

To raise the warrior who will defend the world from the evils bellow.

To make sure he had a strong heart, mind, and soul.

To make sure he had the kindness of an angel and the bravery of a lion.

"Goodbye Archer." She spoke one last time.

"Goodbye."