Petróva's POV:
I can't remember what happened to me, but all I know is I am now lying on a cold hard floor as it move by the ocean's current.
Even though that I am consciously aware of what is going on around me, my mind seemed to fight my urges of opening my eyes and getting a full view of what is going on.
I even managed to groan, yet my body is as heavy as a rock. Hence, I let my body rest and allow myself to be woken up whenever my body wants to.
It seems like I am still in the human's vehicle, for the atmosphere around me is not so familiar on what I feel back home. Though the annoying voice of the female human is what I have acknowledged when I caught a glimpse of her at the island, her sharp voice, wasn't heard.
Probably because she is also asleep?
Not long after, I hear voices.
Yet it didn't came from the outside, it came from inside–inside my head.
"why must you do this?!" asked a weeping voice of a man.
"I must. Sometimes, things will not according to plan. The future said itself that something will happen, so I must do it" replied a woman's solemn voice.
"then let the future have a mind on its own! Let it happen! With that, we can run away! Hide from the future!" exclaimed the man, sounding desperate
"it doesn't mean that the future had shown how terrible it is to live, we must live by it. The purpose of why it had shown it to me is for me to take an act!" the woman exclaimed back softly.
"why must you?"
"we are the one who make our own destiny, not the unknown. The future merely showed me the idea of tommorow, yet it is in my hands to change it" replied the woman.
The voices stopped, yet it is being followed by series of whispers of different voices. I can feel myself feeling out of breath–as if drowing deep into the sea. My chest, as if being placed by tons of bricks and my sweat is as cold as ice.
"remember..."
"we must fight!"
"I don't want war, I must take a huge step of sacrifice...."
"the destiny is in our hands..."
"remember..."
"I will take your offer, my Grace..."
"I am in the same pain as you, boy..."
"please stop!!!"
"I...hate my self, I want to die..."
"we must stop if you don't agree of this treaty..."
"please take it into consideration, Your Majesty..."
"I will leave Hathoria..."
"remember..."
"I will be reborn, find me..."
"remember..."
"I will kill my other half..."
"remember..."
"I will kill my love...for you..."
"remember"
"I will offer my heart to you..."
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FantasyPetróva was none other than a simple Omega she-wolf back at her island Zuckerberg. An island where the likes of her are safe and sound, away from the eyes and grasp of the ignorants-the Mortals. Her dream was none other than to know the unknown and...
