“You are the last white femme, Alora, so I could not stay behind and let you die too. I had to come, and protect you, with the gifts I’ve hidden for so many years. Don’t be afraid, one day when this comes back, you will know what to do. My son, Colton, he’s a good sweet boy, and I must leave him for a little while even though it kills me to do so. You’ll be what he needs when the time comes, and you’ll be drawn to him by the fates. I’ve seen it, the fates have deemed it so. Saw the pairing of my child and my Marina’s, as a resolution to the binds we find ourselves in. Our children will be the unity our three kinds need, and together they will rebalance what nature intended of our people. The berry I gave you, it will make you sleep, and all that you know from the moment you woke at my appearance, until you wake in morning, will be gone. Until such a time when we three touch, and I can lift the binds I’m about to place on you. If something happens and I can no longer be found, or help to undo this, then your mate bond to my son, the finalizing of the union will restore this memory and the gifts I’m about to bind. It will break the spell, and you’ll shine, sweet girl, with my son by your side. My aura ebbs around and through you, weaving its path as I have given you my words, and our souls have become so completely entwined within my magic. Look now.”
I flutter my eyes open, now with her permission, a little slow at first and can see what she means, with a quiet inhale of surprise. I’m completely encapsulated in blue glow, all around me and somehow inside of me, and lift my one free hand to see there is not a single piece of me that is not illuminated as it pulsates from every pore. Making traces in the air with my small movements.
Sierra takes both of my hands in hers, holding my entire little fist inside her palms and firmly squeezing until I can’t let myself free. Her eyes glow brighter, the room becoming light with the power of the glow we are both emitting, and I’m transfixed to her face as she locks her eyes on mine.
“I ‘m binding my life to thee… willingly our souls entwined.
My air is yours, our heart beats in rhyme, together we are one until the end of time.
By blood we may not be linked, but in love, and bond, by magic synced.
We now are forever to die as one, for you my child, this spell will be done.
I bind thee gifts, until a time predicted, when the world and all within shall be shifted.
When love breaks the ties, I place upon thee, and your mind, and power, shall be set free.
We shall meet again, in a time, and place, that the fates decree.”
Sierra utters these words in an almost song like manner, as everything between us pulses, and hums, with a static that electrifies the room, and we glow to an almost insane level of brightness. I screw my eyes shut, body energized, and almost fit to bursting with the sudden rush of adrenalin coursing through me. I feel like I’m standing in a wind tunnel, yet nothing moves, and almost as quickly as it overwhelms me, it stops dead, and drops back to a dim glow as only Sierra’s hands remain blue and those two piercing eyes return to dark, and her natural brown color. I blink my eyes at the sudden darkness of the room, acclimatizing as it all comes back into focus, and look at her with question. Her eyes are filled with tears, and little rivulets stain her pale cheeks as she smiles at me softly.
“He’s coming and soon this family will die too. They’re killing what is left of the Whyte pack as we speak, and they’ll tell those of the mountain they chased vampires into our lands and couldn’t get to them in time. You’ll be a thorn in his shoe, as I have become, and he’ll have no choice but to now put you somewhere in the hopes you’ll be forgotten. My fate will be whatever he decides, but I doubt it’ll be here with my people. If you die, I die, and he dies too. That will be my homage to your mother, so her death was not in vain. Sleep now, sweet girl… before the horrors come to this room. I don’t want that memory for you, of this innocent family’s demise, and I will stay here until he knows he can’t touch you, for now, or eternity, if he wishes to live. My sleeping berry is strong. You won’t know of anything more, my angel, only peaceful slumber before tomorrow, they break your heart and tell you of the saddest moment you’ll have to live through for the next ten years. I’m not a warrior, I’m a healer, or else I would have done more for her, for all of you, and I’m so sorry. I truly am. My son though… he has so much fire within him, just waiting to be unleashed, he’s going to be a great warrior one day, your protector, your love, but you will show him the way. I had to bind his witch gifts as a baby for fear others would see it in him, or that Juan would see him as a threat, but he possesses sight, and abilities that he has no concept of. I bound him, and much like you, he will unbind his gifts when he marks you as his mate, or I’m returned to you both to do it myself. Whatever comes first. You two are our future.” Sierra strokes my face one more time, the sleepiness becoming overwhelming, and although the words she says alarms me, and pushes a fear into my heart, a pain so deep because she said my mother is dead, the effects of that berry are pulling me into darkness and I can’t fight them. Tears bite my eyes, and I make a painful sound in response, yet it falls almost like a breath, and fades away as I succumb to this power.
“I want my mommy.” It’s a soft utterance as I try my hardest to out win the effects, but my eyes drift closed, and Sierra’s voice is all that gets through, her tone low, and husky, and torn, as she cries through her words.
“I’m so sorry. I really am. I want her to come back too. You are all I have left of her…. I only wish I could stand in her place and shelter you now, but he won’t let me be with you. Our time will come, I will see you again. Sweet, sweet, Alora.” She sobs a little under her breath, and then seems to swallow it down and push herself back to calmer. “I’ll sing to you, the wolf song. Such a pretty lullaby which’ll help you go to sleep. Your mother said she used to sing it when she nursed, and it was always Colton’s favorite melody to fall asleep to…. shhhh now.”
Sierra gently starts to sing, her voice wavering with emotion, but yet still lovely, so quiet, hushed in volume, so as not to disturb anyone else. The words of the Nordic song of old, that we sing at the Awakening ceremonies, according to my mom, because I’ve never been allowed to go just yet. They’re for the grown-up wolf’s who have something special beginning, and I hope one day that will be me too.
The notes and melody fill the air, like a beautiful serenading ghostly echo, calling on our ancestors to help pave my path to slumber, and I black out completely as voices begin to invade the room in which I lie.
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