The night air is still and quiet, and for once, I can’t even hear the owls in the trees or the leaves rustling on the wind outside my window. There are no other noises around us, not even the ones of the house creaking, or the Munro’s coughing in their sleep, which is a little odd, but maybe I usually sleep through the night and don’t know the world sometimes falls silent.
“My story may not make sense sweetest child, but one day it will, and when you remember it, remember this night and this moment…. all will fall into place. You’ll know why I came,” Sierra Santo brushes a hand across my forehead gently, a simple yet affectionate touch of a mother, and I nod, not willing to interrupt her anymore, so eager for this story to begin even if I don’t grasp what she means. I love tales about witches, and magic, and brave hero’s, and hope this is going to be a good one. I can already tell as she’s playing with my hair, like we’ve started a great adventure.
I feel her sag and sigh against my thigh before her voice fills the air, still hushed, yet clear and true.
“Once upon a time, there was a special girl called Danya, who lived near some very beautiful mountains in a land filled with immortals. She was only small, barely a girl. She was unusual though, as before her no other of her kind had been borne that had ever survived beyond the womb. They say the fates blessed her very creation with a purpose in mind. That she was of two breeds united, who had lived on the land side by side for centuries; her mother a light walking wolf, fell in love with a dark creature who could never face the sun, a vampire. By their union they created a child of two worlds who could walk in either sun or moon and harness the best of both. You see these two breeds; they were once allies, co-existing together. One in night, and one in light, protecting the lairs of each, so other immortals and human hunters would never hurt them at their weakest, but a terrible king pulled them apart in the worst of ways. He believed the breeds uniting, creating a new kind, would overpower all of the immortals, outbreeding his wolves, and this girl with her special gifts, could show them the way. See, she was not just any hybrid child, she had powers unlike any we had seen before, and she wanted only unity among her people. That was her fated purpose.”
I gasp a little, and cover my mouth right away, so as not to disturb her, and utter only a breathless WOW as I become immersed in this tale. My little heart picking up speed with the wonder of it. Sierra smiles softly and continues.
“The Alpha king was enraged with the audacity of the girl, that she should one day rise up and derail him, taking his wolf kingdom away. So, he did what he thought would save his rule, and he slaughtered the girl Danya, when she was merely a child. Her mother too, who tried to protect her, was laid down in a pool of blood. The King, he was a liar, he blamed the dark creatures for the deaths of their own, and ignited anger in the wolf packs, to seek vengeance for the bloodshed of an innocent, while he denied the act himself.”
“He killed the little girl and her mommy?” I blurt out my outrage, unable to contain my angry shock, inhaling hard, and opening an eye to blink at Sierra. Sierra gently moves her hand over my face and closes my eyes once more with her delicate fingertips, pushing me back to quiet, and continues on. I try so hard to keep my eyes closed this time, the excitement bubbling within my veins.
“Now the dark walker, he was not just any creature…but he was what they call an original, much like the Alpha of the wolves was. An ancient; beings who were the first in line of our kinds and created many purebloods. Danya’s mother had lain with the King of Vampires, probably why her child took hold and came to fruition, as ancients are the purest of our kind. His broken heart and need to avenge his love, and his child, drove him to sheer madness, and he swore to avenge her death by slaying all wolves he deemed responsible in their demise. The Kings, they met in battle, and what were once allies and peaceable unions became bloodshed and death, and it spilled onto every land until both were forced to find refuge in parts of the world where the other did not stray. Those born of mixed breed, who came after, in the years following where unions were made in secret from those who didn’t want the wars, were hunted down, and slaughtered by both kinds for treason. Unions were forbidden between the two breeds. So those who were born of light and dark, they fled, and hid, and always kept their secret about who they really were, in any way they could. Danya was not the last.”
I sigh heavily, letting out a tiny noise, but Sierra is making sure I keep my eyes closed and I picture such a pretty girl with white hair, saddened with little pangs in my heart, that she was ended in such a cruel way. In wonder that a wolf can be both like me, and one of those creatures out there, mommy is fighting. I wonder if this story could be a little bit true and wouldn’t it be sad that all these wars were because a bad man killed a little girl, because he was afraid she would take his crown away. What a silly man.
“Stories told are a funny thing, as they change and grow, and details are forgotten, or exaggerated, and soon that story of years gone by are lost among the wolves, visionaries too afraid to correct the tellers. We witches became enemies, because we held truth and sight, as alphas removed traces from our history and beheaded witches who spoke out. The wars raged on, decade after decade, for hundreds of years, until no wolf or vampire knew anymore why we came to hate one another with such passion.? The witches still uttered the secrets though. All was to be forever that way, quiet secrets, until a visionary, a seer, saw something that changed everything, and she sacrificed her life by spreading a prophecy to any who listened. Neither side trusts the motives of the witches, but we have always been the peacekeepers and the healers among you all. Our hearts were open to love all kinds, and we only wished to serve the needs and cure the sick, but this hatred has pushed some of my own kind into a terrible darkness who use their gifts for bad. And we no longer tried to right the wrongs of your people.”
Sierra again lifts her hands from my eyes, although I keep them closed, poised, and waiting for her words, and she returns to twirling my hair.
“This Seer, she saw an end to it all, in the form of a white wolf with the blood of a vampire running through her veins. A direct descendent of both blood lines, both ancients. The prophecy was clear, that only a femme could carry the gifts needed. She would rise up and lead her people…. not in war, and hate, and death, no, that was never the prophecy, but she was to unite and repair the bonds between the two, because a warrior she may be, but her truest gift will be the love she has inside of her, and her power will be used to reset the balance. She isn’t going to wipe out the vampires… she’s going to find something among them that will show her how to fix the rift. They possess something she needs from them. She’s a healing balm.” Sierra sighs heavily, fatigue overtaking her voice, and a sense of hopelessness dulls her tone.
“A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she would make him rise as the chosen one.”
I wonder if our Alpha Santo is that king? If Sierra is the magical witch in the story, then maybe she means Juan Santo is the evil king. How silly. Juan isn’t a bad man, he’s the one my mommy went to war with. He is our people’s king now.
“There was one who shone bright and started to lead a better way. Turn the battles in our favor, but all too often she was letting the vampires live and showing mercy. She believed she could end things if she was allowed to meet with the Coven King of darkness and put an end to it all. She said she had a way. A future with peace. The Alpha king was furious, but the witch Luna had affection for the white wolf, and she begged him to leave her be. The king knew the white wolf was too strong for him, and that his witch mate would try and intervene, so while he pretended to allow her to travel alone to find this leader of the vampires for a solution to the fights, he struck down her family, and her mate, putting an end to her own life too. He used the bond link to his advantage. He thought he had ground down to dust the prophecy once and for all, with no more traces of white among our kind. There was devastation in the air, and a broken witch wolf in heartbreak. The king, however, was reminded of a child, who stayed behind, and had not yet come to turn and show her true colors. A femme child with the possibility of her hybrid mother’s gifts. But you see, the king’s mate…. she is a witch, bound by a bond to him yet she does not support his actions. That wolf was her sister in friendship, maybe not in birth, but she adored her as though blood, and her heart was broken by what he’d done. The betrayal of his people, and the murder of his own, the betrayal of his bond to her in hurting her closest. That witch, she knew that he would come after the rest of the white wolf’s pack and end any chance of another rising ever again. She chose her people over her bond, she chose her love of the white wolf’s child, and it brought me to you.” Sierra stops stroking my face and her words make me jump. So caught in the wonder of her tale that it’s a surprise for her to say that.
“Why me? What am I to do?” I try not to open my eyes, as she said not to, and screw them shut as hard as I can while holding myself still. My little heartbeat rising again, with awe, and yet excitement for this amazing story.
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