The Untold

i

Since the emergence of powers in the early centuries, many creatures have longed for the greatest power capable of terrorizing both water and land. The power that can make you the leader of all leaders and the king of all kings.

Everyone knows that there is 'that' greatest power that can bring either destruction or a new beginning to everyone.

It was that power that vanished  for thousands of years... It is... the untold.

......

In the far north, where the sun usually does not rise, a young woman shivers in her huge room, sweating profusely and biting her bleeding lower lip, apparently trying to open her eyelids.

Her name is Zehra, a lineal descendant of the guardian of the North. A young lady that has been afflicted by an unusual ailment since the age of four. She always tried her hardest to stay awake whenever her energy ran down so she wouldn't have to deal with her horrible dreams. The dreams that can take ones' life in his sleep.

Zehra has had trouble sleeping ever since her nightmares plagued her. Although she managed to withstand them up until now, her once innocent face can never be seen again. She becomes unable to laugh or smile as time goes on. Her family was aware of it, but their hands were tied. She doesn't tell them what's going on. She keeps silent when questioned. They can only stand by and watch her suffer alone.

It is pointless telling them her pain. It will only endanger their lives, just as it did for her grandmother. She regretted it once and never will she attempt to make another mistake again.

"Huff! Huff!" 

I gasped for breath, my eyes wide open, realizing I had another day to live. I was completely drained, both mentally and physically. I wanted to cry, but my eyes had long run out of tears. 

This time, I woke up with an excruciating pain in my waist. A disheveled woman with a twisted, creepy smile and a distorted face, clad in a blood-stained white gown, managed to stab me with a rusty knife.

The place of incident is at a dark and musty asylum. There was no one there aside from me and her. I woke up just as her eerie smile was about to completely zoom into my vision. 

I lift up my nightgown to check on my aching waist and as expected, there's no wound. 

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. A fine young woman greeted me as my eyes found the mirror.

I focused my attention on her. I smirked, and she did as well.

She's breathtakingly stunning. But she was so pale, as if she had never experienced the warmth of the sun. Her eyes are dull and desolate. It was as dark as a moonless night. She has a long, slender face with a pointed chin. Her other imperfect features complement it perfectly.

Despite her extremely slender frame, which made her appear weak and frail, she stood tall at 5'8, just at the age of 19. If she were to cross-dress, no one would question her gender.

The woman imitated me as I combed my hair with my fingers. I watched as how her silk and long black hair obediently cascaded down her curvy waist.

It wasn't long until I turned away from her and went to shower.

I descended the stairs and made my way into the dining room. Despite the early hour, nearly all the family members were already seated. As I approached my seat, I felt several pairs of eyes fixed on me. 

My mother greeted me with a sweet smile, to which I simply nodded in response. The room was filled with a profound silence, interrupted only by the steady breaths of those present, all waiting for the head of the family to arrive. 

It didn't take long before the final member joined us. He gave me a quick glance before taking his place at the table. 

A strong man with attractive features faced the assembled family, his hand moving gracefully in the air with two light claps. Cooks promptly entered, set the food on the table, and departed. Various dishes were served without delay. 

A gentle tap on the table indicated the start of the meal. Everyone ate with poise and elegance, the silence only broken by the sounds of dining. 

After finishing the meal, it was customary to check for any minor clothing issues and await another tap signaling the conclusion of the meal. I left the room soon after the signal, offering a respectful bow to my parents as I departed.

' I will be leaving soon. What should I prepare... ' I spoke in my mind.

' Huh? To where? '   , my shadow curiously asked.

' To heaven. Where else? '

' Heh! As if you can.  '

'...'

I rolled my eyes.

I know, I can't.

.

...

Still in the same mansion..

Zehra's closest relatives had gathered in the family head's office. Their expressions were solemn as letters began to appear one by one on a misty glass, all scrawled in blood. After reading the entire text, their eyes started to dim. As the writing faded from the misty glass, a mix of emotions played across their faces. 

" Give us your command, Father!" 

One by one, they dropped to their knees, awaiting the family head's response. 

" Protect her at all costs." 

" You have our word, Father!" 

Lucille could only sigh as she observed her sons and daughters in this state. 

" What's wrong, hon?" Carlisle, the family head, inquired. 

" Nothing, hon. Just..." 

Seemingly understanding his wife, he reassured her, "Do not worry, 'she' will be alright." 

" I... hope so..." 

They were aware that Zehra had inherited an ability that had only manifested three times since the family's inception. It was the only power capable of killing its possessor. 

By the time she turned twenty, she would have control over the fate of every human being. If her dark power was not subdued by then, the world would end. 

For, as the prophecy foretold, she... Zehra is the hostess of the untold.

.

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ...