Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ???
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The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs.
Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, o...
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"What happened this morning?" I ask, hoping they could clear up my confusion.
Thesis freezes mid-bite. The fork was barely touching his lips when he sat the utensil on the plate. Theros wipes his mouth with a napkin from my rack, pushing his unfinished plate further in front of him. Both males turn to the other, probably questioning how much I knew.
I wondered how much they knew.
Theros was the one to ask me, "Ya mean, ya don't remem'er?" His eyes were focused solely on me as he inspected me from head to toe.
I shook my head, confused at his sudden shift of disposition. "No, not much." I ate a few of the honey-roasted nuts before sipping on some orange juice.
"Yer eyes turned white, an' ya were frosty to ta touch," explains Thesis. "Whenever anyone wood try to touch ya, ya only screamed en pain until we did..." His eyes casted downwards as if he was attempting not to show any emotion.
I was pretty taken aback by what he said. I was certain I had seen what I saw, but now, it was a little difficult to swallow. "What do you mean.. 'anyone?'" I question curiously.
"Yur friends, the redheaded gal and a teal haired boi, they tried ta help ya," Theros responds slowly. I thought of Jadis and Prospero at the mention of their colors. He was scary calm as he spoke, his voice a pained hush. "But ya woodn't respond no madder what. We were 'fraid ta loose ya," he admits softly. There was no shame in his voice, only sorrow.
My heart hurt for them after what they went through with me. It saddened me that they were frowning because of my transition. Blinking a few times, I decide to confide in them about what's really going on. A lopsided smile spreads onto my lips as I lean onto the counter between them. Theros glances at me, and so does Thesis. They both question me with their eyes, and I can't hold it in any longer.
Sighing, my voice comes out dully. "Yeah, what you saw was part of my transition." They both still seemed to be confused. I giggle at their expressions; with both brows furrowed, it was quite a sight.
"We call it our Becoming. Each Wicken transitions through a state that allows them to access their main power, which is unknown to everyone until the time comes to use it." I plop a grape into my mouth as the two comprehend my words.
As soon as they do, Thesis growls, glaring at his mug of coffee. Theros holds a pained expression as my eyes flicker between the two in confusion.
"How long has tis been goin' un?" Thesis grinds out. His hands shift between his Human state and his Lycan state.
I bite my lip, uncertain if I should answer him. It's Theros' demanding gaze that forces me to answer. "Four lapses," I murmur, avoiding eye contact with the both of them.
