Devils Of The Sun

TWENTY ONE

There are always different sides to every story, and yet we always dub ourselves the hero, justifying our actions to no end and without explanation.

-Werewolf Saint 

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Nymeria's P.O.V 

I've been having a hard time sleeping since the incident, hell I've had a hard time with everything. I should have known once word spread about North that the evil in this world would want to use him to their advantage. I wanted to protect him, I really did, but I was forbidden to, his path is meant to only be discovered by him and it would be dishonorable to tell him the truth.  

I've managed to follow the rules until now but it's been hard to lately, I've grown attached to this boy and his new family, I care for him as I would my own blood, but I guess that's expected after all these years. I've always been closed off, after what happened with Luther, I've been so isolated and cold towards others. 

All-day and most of the night I've been sitting by this river close to the packhouse, just going over my recent choices. I guess Miah and Ashby knew I wanted my space, so that's why they let me be. I then leaned over and stared down at my reflection and sighed. How did I become like this? My life compared to three years ago is so different when I look at myself now. 

I then look away, I can hardly stand looking at myself without feeling shame and guilt. I take a deep breath and take a simple glance back, I then reached up and gently touched my dark cheek and sighed, I was always taught to never think about the past and focus on the future, but I couldn't help myself as I looked at my reflection. 

My mother and father instilled this confidence in me from an early age, but I've been laking in that for a while now, almost ten years. I can almost hear my mother's voice, scolding me like a child, and I can see the disappointed yet hope-filled eyes of my father staring at me. Both lived loving and kind lives and died peacefully. 

I do think about them from time to time, their images and memories bring me the comfort I cannot get anywhere else. Parent's love for their child is truly something special, something no one can replicate. I smile at the thought of what my mother would say to me now about my appearance. 

My eyes were dull, almost black compared to how they used to be, my skin is coarse and rough from all my traveling. My hair is no longer long and smooth, and yet I am still Nymeria, the same one from all those years ago, I still am my mother and father's daughter and I always will be, I remember those happy days back when I was young and naive. 

Many think it's bad to be naive, but I disagree, I would kill for that mindscape now, many adults and even teenagers would murder anyone just to be once again innocent. Children hate naps and yet all teenagers want to do is sleep their days away. I was the same and still am, but like everyone else, I must accept the changes that I made, intentional or not. 

After spending all that time in that dreaded prison located at the vampire castle, I had more than enough time to think and reflect on my life so far. I decided wholeheartedly the day I was let go and escaped, that I would deny my emotions and bury them deep inside where no one can find them. 

I wanted to close myself off from the world and disappear into the night, but my promise wouldn't let me and in truth, I didn't want it to. I knew I had a job to do, a mission I swore to complete, so I forced myself to get up, even if I was in pain, I had to fulfill my promise. 

But only now do I realize that was a horrible mistake one that I will regret for the rest of my life, emotions aren't meant to be a burden or to harm us, they are meant to teach us and force us to learn when we refuse. And it only took a single person to bring me to that conclusion. 

North. 

I smiled at the thought of him, he looks so much like his father yet spoke like his mother. His black hair and tanned skin was all his father, but his smooth features and kind smile belonged solely to his mother, but his eyes were something completely different, to think they were supposed to be green. 

I find myself laughing at that every time I think about it, the poor boys' eyes went from his father's dark green eyes to a simple blue then to a magnificent gold. Watching him be with Constance warmed my heart, they reminded me instantly of North's parents when they were young. 

 I sighed thinking about the young couple from all those years ago, they were truly perfect for each other and had an amazing child that would change everything around us, but I know deep down they would be so proud of their son. 

 I then looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. 

"I will keep my promise, I swore to watch over him and that's exactly what I'll do" 

I remember saying those exact words seventeen years ago, the memory brought tears to my eyes, and yet made me smile. 

It was no accident that Connor found me when North needed me most. 

I was never truly far from him. 

I watched him grow in the human world, and now I will do the same in this world. 

Stay safe North, I will find you when it's time.