Secrets

Prolong

She failed; she shook her head.

A "C" ... in potions.

This meant three years of medical residency rounds, three years of fixing bones, studying more 'unknown' jinxes, correcting accidental magic, analyzing DNA, working everywhere else but the research labs.

How could she fail! She studied so hard! What kind of advance sciences student gets a "C" on their exit exams anyway!

"It's fine, stay calm," she thought, "it's just three years... Honestly, three years doesn't sound so bad. Not when at the end of those three years I will be allowed to test for the position I really want."

Creature Analyst.

The idea of working in the labs researching and developing potions to aid in creature ailments brought joy to her. Her ultimate goal?

To find a cure for lycanthrope.

It's the real reason she spent so many summers abroad researching werewolf packs, how the moon ales them and their descendants. She knew it hurt her father to hide; she knew he thought it was his fault that she couldn't roam freely in the moon's light. That she was ashamed of who he was, that she didn't want to be known as a werewolf's daughter.

Even though she repeatedly assured him that it was because she wanted to focus on her studies, that she believed him to be a hero and someone she loved more than anything. Even though she had told him of her dreams that one day he would be able to look up at the full moon and not feel an ounce of pain or fear not waking up the next morning. He still blamed the madness within for all of the time he lost with her.

So no, three years of medical rounds fresh out of Indigo Academy, expanding her mind and learning more about the medical world within the magical realm, did not seem like such a bad thing at all.

Until the last week...