TRIDENT

1. Shabina

Shabina; in arabic means the eye of storm, i.e according the nature is the central part of the storm ring which is calm and safe, more like a secure prison.__
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She ran faster and faster deeper in the woods to save herself from them, their aura was so evil and insane that it ran chill down her spine. The 7 year old little girl somehow climbed up the tree and masked her scent and the chasers were long gone past her. Waiting for a few more moments assuring herself that the coast is clear but as soon as she got down she was all of sudden thrown on a tree. The impact was so hard that she was pretty sure it will take time to heal and probably leave mark on her left arm. The girl tried to stand up but his big paw put pressure on her torso such that the wound on her back worsens. She whimpered and tried to get out of his grip. Tears now forming in her eyes but she promised herself that she wont be weaken herself. All of a sudden the weight was lifted from her fragile body and when she looked over she saw a big magnificent yet a rare wolf who had a burgundy fur and forest green eyes it looked, dangerous to make you shiver yet something about its presence felt soothing more like protective . He gracefully nipped on the grey wolf's neck and without mercy and detached it from its body. The little girl rather than scaring or throwing up just looked the whole scene without blinking in awe. The green eyed creature moved towards her taking strides like king as if giving a warning to submit but she continued string back in the creatures eyes like by this she could get the same courage and power to fight the bad guys.

" Bellona" his voice echoed in her ears like a hypnotizing spell.
"We will meet again but till next time be prepared coz when the fangs get deeper the beast will be unchained so tame it before it deserts the entire existence of the living". With that her body gave up and the darkness engulfed her small body.

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I woke up gasping for air covered in cold sweat. The same dream again. Its been 11 years yet the feeling of the winds from that night still brings the shiver down my entire body. The images may be clear but the forest green eyes and burgundy fur is more vivid and real in my bones.

Its 6:00am and i dont think i can go back on my sleep session so i decided to get ready for my school. Well i belong from the Blue Silver pack. Unlike other colonized schools we have one with co-education and by that i mean not girls and boys together but Wolves and Vampires. The school is in a the small town region of neutral grounds so that its safe and dangerous at the same time. Rogues and Hunters are not allowed in this school though they have one on the other polar opposite side of the city.

Well to be honest i pretty much have awareness of my weird existence in the society since my wolf seem weaker than a normal omega but trust me i can defeat anyone without shifting. So far i have been trained without mercy under the most crucial and pressured circumstances. But the narrow-minded nutcrackers are more seemed to judge a book by its cover so it be then.

I m not bullied because they think it will be a curse but hah! i know i am unique just like Marcus: my guardian and my only family says to me. They just ignore my existence and pity my mate, to which i have grown so annoyed that i despise the idea of having faith. I already had my 18th birthday and i know my wolf knows my mate is in the same pack but i have masked my scent so well that i dont want to be put on leash and my wolf agrees to it too.

"Celes, aren't you gonna come down or are you planning on having a sensible sweet and sour shower session huh?", Marc called well more likely screamed like the typical old mother who has a hard time teaching lessons to her bratty kid. Well in my defense, boys are bratty and i m boyish well i have zero ounce of a lady like trait so yeah i m innocent.

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"So whats poppin Marc Donalds?"

"Celes stop with those weird names and eat your breakfast, and are you really going out wearing "That" huh", he pointed out to my ripped skinny jeans and loose dull orange boyish shirt with a cap underneath where my hair is hidden and stuffed in a bun.

"Whatever Marc its not i m going out to get laid and please i m comfortable like this so i give Zero Zip of Zealous Zealotry" i deadpanned.

"Zeez holy zeus girl you really picking up on my habits now"

"Oh come on Marc you know very well how contagious it is so, you are at fault."

"Well at least it is best than cursing." He said in his innocent protest. Well in the past he really had a bad black bud in his mouth that will kill him no time but its surprising he is alive knowing how deadly his notorious tongue can be. But looking at him now no one could believe if i said that this guy only knew how to spit venom and curses though he didn't meant it, it just become a habit owing to the environment he was in.

With a final bye i left the only shelter, rolling over my skate board to enter the beginning of every teenager's typical TARTARUS- School.
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But in all these years even in the calm state of nature is awfully threatening. Its like i feel the destruction is near like-

"Its Calm Before The Storm

But the Storm Is Already Near And I am in The Shabina of Storm"

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Brutum Fulmen; Senseless Thunderbolt

- IvahLe