Wolf pack

The Dragon

Just as before, ripping out of the memory was hard, and reality flooded back in like waking from a dream.
It was tiring.
Jynx sighed and rubbed his head, sitting down at the corner of his bed to push away the growing headache.
The room had gone silent. Nimera appeared yet again, looking down and sighing, pushing away memories held in so long.
"That is why I would not heal him."
Anu turned to the unconscious man. "I say we tear him to pieces."
Anya stood in his way. "Hold on, don't you see he has changed?"
Perhaps not noticed before, all attention turned to the medical scrubs.
"Yes, what he did was horrific, but look at what he is doing now."
"He is a doctor now." Melody pointing out the obvious.
Anu huffed.
The irony was a little too thick for his liking. A scientist, his personal monster, had become a doctor, one of the few heroes he ever had.
There was silence for a moment as they looked at the broken man.
Was it right to destroy a monster who had changed?
"There are people who will be helped if he goes free." Melody whispered partially to herself. "It would be more wrong to kill him."
Nimera hated to admit the truth in the words she had heard. Forgiveness was never easy, but she saw his fear, she saw his change. It was proven in the scrubs he wore.
Sighing, she reappeared near the man. "Fine. I will heal him, but then he must be taken away from me. I don't want to see this man again."
Cleo seemed to tense, but made no move as Nimera moved her hand forward and, with a breath, his wounds began to mend.
Though he was still unconscious, he was now back to a healthier state than he had been before.
He would be awake at any moment though.
"Take him away." Nimera turned again. "Quickly."
Jynx and Anya made no hesitation, casting a deeper sleep and carefully taking him out of the room.
With a sprinkle of luck, no one batted an eye.
Anu started towards the door, only to find Anya quickly turning on him.
"Anu, can we rely on you?"
He did not blink, only staring past her to the man he had just seen healed.
"We are going to let him go, you need to stay here. Can we rely on you to be loyal to this pack and stay here?"
His gaze moved to hers and he stepped back, looking at her carefully.
"Of course." He squared his shoulders. "I am loyal to a fault."
Nodding, Jynx, Anya and the scientist left the room.
Cleo looked at Anu carefully, wondering what was really on his mind.
She gave him a look, letting him know her concern.
Looking back at the pack, he pushed off all their stares. "What, you heard me!" With that, he walked with Cleo into the other room.
Not a moment later, she whispered to him. "I can go out and take him for you."
He smirked. "You heard me, I'm loyal to a fault. Loyal till I find fault."
She couldn't help but grin. That was more like him.

The scientist now taken and gone, things seemed to cool down. Jynx and Anya did their best and he was left with memories of only a nightmare and much of his life gone away. There was much excitement, but with Anu's promise the excitement started to fade. It was near the morning when the scientist was brought in, and with the events of the arrival going on till Sunrise much of the pack retired back to their rest.
Melody, however, could not rest.
She was left to ponder.
She could not help but wonder about what had happened before. Fay had touched her and her veins had glowed. She did not know what to think.
After all else, this should not have shocked her. Of course there was more to it, but she did not expect this.
Magic in her blood. Thought she was the Dragon?
Just those words alone swirled thoughts deep inside her.
It was like muscle memory, but deeper. This hidden part of her mind seemed to spark if only for a moment. In her blood was magic indeed, but that did not answer the question of how she got it.
Her parents were not magical, best she knew. They were human and showed no knowledge of this world. Thinking of them made her sad for a moment, then she changed her thoughts back to the current. Seeing them would be too hard now. She was too immersed in this world and jumping in and out of it was hard. She could not stand to mess with their minds more than she was.
How did she get it then? Not genetics.
She thought of Valia. It would not be unlike her to put some kind of magic in her blood, but the magnetic results occurred before then.
Could it be Kayla? She would not have done such a thing. Melody was a witness to what went in and out of her, nothing appeared magical in the least. Besides, it seems this power was in her even before Kayla's time.
Haylee never caught her in their first year, she could have done no such thing.
The question was, who then? What then?
If she received this magic in her blood, it must have been before Haylee .
She stretched her memory, trying to recall anything that had happened before then that would have caused this.
Something was missing. She knew it, something was missing.
It was then that it occurred to her.
She had just witnessed the kidnapping of another human, and watched his memory be entirely cleared. Though his mind did not remember this, somewhere in his blood the contact would stay permanent.
This magic that had affected him would stay whether he remembers it or not. It would stay- and he may be searching for his own soul years down the road trying to understand those traces.
Melody sat there as pieces came together.
Was she missing memories? No, her memory had been wiped.
This thought sent a tingling through her, as that swirling power in her blood seemed to accept the truth.
Who had done this then? Who had left this trace of magic? Who had wiped her memories?
Thinking again on what she could remember from her hazy past, her concern grew. How much memory had been replaced? That swirling in her blood was not just a result of being influenced, she knew deep inside that she had used this magic before.
Like muscle memory.. she had used it. When?
Her mind turned to a spin again.
Fay thought she was the Dragon. What was she able to do?
It was the first time it became clear that somewhere in her past, she had been given magic, she had used it powerfully and her memory was wiped. Now it was dormant, unable to be used without a catalyst.
Melody looked over to Fay, who was there on the ground between the beds, not sleeping but staring up at the wall, mind wandering in some thoughts.
It was still strange to think how she came here. She tracked them regardless of protection and shields. Yet she fit in, one day she arrived and the next she was one of them.
"Fay?"
Those blue eyes looked over at her and she grinned.
"You thought I was the Dragon?"
Fay's smile fainted only a moment, and she nodded.
"Why?"
That was when Fay sat up, gesturing to her arm, Melody held it out. It was hard not to notice the bite scars along the skin, but Fay ignored these and gently held on at her wrist, squeezing slightly.
Again a glow spread under her veins. Teal swirled about slowly, as if waking up from a long sleep.
The reactivated power seemed to spark something in her mind yet again, a loose memory starting to form. Like a leak from a hose that may shoot out just the smallest stream, this small activation was only a glimpse of something deep and powerful.
Melody focused, trying to pull together control of this small stream. Like grabbing mist, she found no hold, no footing. It was there but unreachable. It was dormant.
In an instant the feeling disappeared, the glow forcing itself back into her veins and out of sight.
Fay tired and let go, taking deep breaths. "It is so hard to keep that up."
Melody stayed silent, looking in wonder at the glow that had vanished completely.
"Have you ever tried to pull an earthworm out of the dirt with one hand?"
Melody snapped back to attention. "What did you say?"
Fay pointed to her arm. "Keeping that magic awake is like trying to pull an earthworm out of the dirt. Is does not want out!"
As Fay laid back on the ground, Melody asked again.
"Why did you think I was the Dragon?"
Shrugging and looking off again the phase wolf replied. "Because that is His magic."
Staring again at the glow that was gone, Melody could not help but wonder. She knew of times she had seen dragons, but never The Dragon. She had heard before in conversations of The Great Dragon. Few had ever seen Him and lived, few knew where He was and some even argued He did not exist.
There were those, however, that believed.
Nate was one of them. Fay, it seemed, was another.
Thinking now of the mystery of the magic inside her, Melody could not help but feel a strange longing. She could not place it at first, then it came again stronger. It was a longing for Him, The Dragon.
Blinking at her own thoughts, she lay back down on the bed and looked to the ceiling.
She could barely believe it but she MISSED Him. Now she knew where this magic had come from. It came from The Dragon.
When? She did not know. How? She knew even less.
One thing she did know though, was that she must have known Him personally at one time. She must have known Him and her memory must have become lost somewhere in time. It was all too much information at once and questions flooded in.
There was one way she could get answers.
Careful not to step on Fay, Melody stood and crossed over sit on the bed where Nate was dozing off. He instantly opened his eyes and sat up, looking at her inquisitively.
"I have a question." She started quietly.
He raised his eyebrows "Yes?"
"What can you tell me about The Dragon?"
Nate moved and sat next to her, looking her in the eyes. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"First, what do you do first thing every morning, and last thing every night."
Melody looked at Nate and thought. Part of her felt embarrassed though she knew there was no reason to be. "I pray."
"Why?"
Melody thought. "It is the only thing I can do to be close to God with my life right now."
"So, you believe there is a higher power."
"There has to be."
Nate smiled at her kindly, putting his arm over her shoulder. "You are right. There is. At this point, you know that there are big differences between the magical world and the nonmagical world."
"There are also many similarities." Melody added, having an idea where the conversation may be going.
"God is no different."
She tilted her head slightly, wondering.
"Humans call him God. Rightfully so, that is who and what he is. He has a name in our world too." Nate then spoke slower, those golden eyes looking into hers intensely. "We call him Ammitt."