AKSHA BEATRIX ASLENOVIE (Present)
The loud 'kring' of an alarm clock interrupted me from continuously building a dreamland. I lazily sat up in my bed with barely opened eyes and shut off the alarm. The beam of sunlight reflected in the window hit my face. Annoyed, I stood up and stretched my arms before striding to the kitchen to wash my face and prepare for our breakfast.My body feels sore because of the three boxes we carried yesterday at the coffee shop. We were not supposed to be the ones who would pick up those deliveries; boxes full of new sets of coffee cups and saucers. It's just that, Emilio wasn't there so our boss doesn't have any option but to dictate us to be Emilio's substitute for the meantime.Emilio is assigned to be a barista together with Feyra, and the pickuper of the shop's new sets of food utensils every 3rd day of each month. It's quite irritating to know that he left so early without even worrying about his job. I heard from my friend Feyra—and also a co-worker, that the reason he went missing was because he ran an errand for his girlfriend.Unluckily, Sir Ty was mad about what happened—plus, we had a lot of customers yesterday.Mr. Ty's enraged was too obvious yesterday with the way he spoke; it was full of authority, and he didn't even show his sweet smile and white teeth. In normal days, he was not like that. He only acts and communicates with us as if we’re on the same level, no boss-employee relationship—I mean, he's not that really bossy at all.Maybe Emilio triggered something in him. That's why Sir Ty went ballistic about his reason for not being around for the rest of his duty hours. You know, it was not the first time he did it. It was already uncountable but Sir Ty does have a long span of tolerance, and loves giving a lot of chances so…yeah!To tell you honestly, relationships are a huge distraction. Just take Emilio's story as a lesson, and focus on your career first before someone else—he isn't that stable enough, yet he's now on the brink of losing his job because of a girl.“Good morning, bestie!”I glanced at my friend who's now frying an egg. So she got up earlier than me, huh? It's good, I'm too lazy to move right now.I sat on the chair next to the round table and picked up the newspaper. It became my hobby to read the news every morning, that's why Feyra always gets me one.News Headline: A Vlogger, Brutally Died on the Roadside of Colambi.My eyes squinted. Colambi? That town was abandoned by people for ages with inexplicable truths. Well, I don't love history and ain't a bookworm so I didn't dig deeper about that issue.I darted my eyes at Feyra, she's now making an egg sandwich. Her red hair is tied in a messy bun while still wearing her satin night dress. Knowing that she's here with me is quite unbelievable. The last time I checked, I left home to be an independent woman. But here she is, behaving like she's a dutiful sister of mine.As an orphan who used to struggle on the street, I never expected a generous person to accept me. However, I was fortunate to come across Feyra and her parents: they are my so-called, "Good Samaritans". They welcomed me as if I was really a part of their small family. Without them, I bet that there's no longer Aksha living in this world today.I shook my head and turned my gaze back to the newspaper. The headline looks intriguing yet the content is entirely imagination. It said that the incident was possibly caused by a werewolf—theorizing that these creatures almost wiped out the Colambi in its history. The journalist describes the vlogger's body that the police officers saw; scratches in his abdomen, chopped legs, a hole in his chest with a missing heart, and lost eyeballs.I swallowed hard. The way he portrayed it was horrific. Was it real? The killer must be a psycho!The reporter also interviewed a few people who had a relative who were residing in Colambi years ago and experienced the dark days in the said town. They justified that the town was a curse, and a lot of wolves were lurking around the forest. They also claimed that werewolves want to rule the world until now—the vlogger's body is the proof of domination, a message from the wolves.Indeed, their overstatement is the reason why the world will come to an end someday, not because of those mythical creatures—"I already read that news."I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess, it caught your attention because they mentioned 'werewolves', right? And what else do I expect from a fantasy novelist like you, huh? Of course! You'll read this because this is fiction.""Such a meanie." She put the sandwich on my plate and filled my glass with milk. "Well, it's quite possible. As far as I know, Colambi has become an empty place because of werewolves' berserk to humankind years ago.""So werewolves are monsters, you say?"She purses her lips. "Not at all. Think about it, bestie…they're like us, humans, there's always a good and bad within us. You can't judge them so easily just because someone did that to them. I always classified wolves to have the cleanest soul and clear mind in the entire universe because they are the children of the Moon Goddess—""Alright! Cease that argument, it's too early for my brain to function what you are trying to tell." I sip on my glass. "You know, we're already in the 21st century. Such fantasies are just a product of our creativity. They should stop spreading that kind of fake news.""But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, the white wolf is the blessing from above—the purest of them all."She really wants to convince me about it. A debate like this? My winning rate is…zero percent."Let's end this conversation. It is only a tale so stop saying what-ifs. Because they weren't true.""Well, they saw a—""I don't care," I chimed in, and continued eating. She only scowled at me and sipped on her glass.The coffee shop is now packed because of the event in Hasila Museo, one of the famous attractions here in Easparian. The Museum will have an outreach program for the Madriato Orphanage by hosting an auction. As far as I know, some of the items that they're gonna auction are ancient porcelain, jewelry, and paintings of some notable artists. But the main thing in that event that even tourists crave to have is the Map of Colambi during the 15th century because it consists of the remarkable spots that were known to be enchanted. I've never been to an auction before but I know how the bidding works. If you're the highest bidder, the item will be yours. "Here's your coffee, Ma'am," I placed a cup of frappuccino on her table and smiled at her. She didn't bother to look up at me since she was busy typing on her phone and only muttered a thank you. "Miss." I was about to go back to the counter when a brown-haired guy called me at the corner with a smirk on his face. He looks like a rockstar
What is happening to me? Is it normal to have hairy palms? I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up, hoping that this was only a dream. But the hair is still there which makes me disturbed. When did it grow? This is crazy!Instead of screaming out my confusion, with trembling hands, I instantly opened the hanging cabinet and grabbed the razor out of panic. This isn't normal! Who would have a kind of palms like this? It is acceptable that hair can grow thicker in my arms, but not in this area. Why didn't I notice it earlier?I started shaving my palms, reminding myself that all of this is normal. The unsteady feeling almost smashed me. As soon as I finished it, I put back the razor on the cabinet. "Aksha!" An abrupt knock startled me.“Aksha, are you done? I need to pee now.”“Yes! Wait a minute.”I put the razor back on the cabinet as I fixed myself before going out of the bathroom. “Thanks!” Feyra blurted out and immediately got inside the bathroom.We do not usually eat dinner
I don't know what's on my mind, I just found myself walking deeper into this forest. It's gloomy, and the only light here is coming from the m oon. What if something happens to me? Like what happened to that vlogger? However, thinking about those wolves' things, monsters, or whatever they called it makes me the biggest joke in the universe. They aren't real. It's just that, I'm curious where those howls came from earlier. Is there someone here, a psycho maybe, playing a radio, or does he have a huge sound system to make it real and audible in the whole town of Colambi? I quickly snatched the thick stem on the ground as I kept going. I'm getting far from the road so there's no turning back, and I should verify my theories about that incident. If I figured out that I was right, I'd smack it to the face of my friend—kidding aside. What if I saw a rite here? You know, something like witchcraft or encountering some cannibalistic humans.I swallowed hard as the air embraced me with its c
An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie."I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes. Why does it feel…different? I darted my eyes at the woman in front of me. Why does it look like she became taller than earlier?"How does it feel, Aksha? It was delightful to know that you accepted your wolf that fast." What is she blabbing about? Wolf? My nerves quivered as I recalled the white wolf's eagerness to be close to me. I don't want to be intimidated by it, it's just that this dream feels so natural. What if that wolf devours me alive? I'm not afraid of dying, it's the thought of departing the earth because of a mythical beast that makes me pee in my pants. "You're
"What really troubles you, Aksha? I've been observing you ever since you entered our shop earlier," Mr. Ty asked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ty. It's just that…some things really bother me." I bit my lower lip, diverting my gaze to Feyra's who is busy getting the customer's orders. It's kinda embarrassing to have a nonbusiness conversation with our boss right now. "If that really frustrates you that much. Then face it, look for a solution—or rather know the cause of your situation. The thing that bothers you will always haunt you if you only set aside it." He sighed and patted my head. "Your problem must be tough to deal with to the point that it keeps distracting you." "I'm sorry." He smiles at me. "It's fine. Let's get back to work." It's just that, the problem is…supernatural. Instead of attending to the customers in line, I walked straight to the comfort room and locked the door. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I removed my contact lenses and untied my hair. My skin became fair
It's as if we have a staring match here, the brown wolf looks confused at me. I'm assuming that he's thinking how on earth I understand their wolf language. "Let me try again. Can you understand me, human?" I bobbed my head. "Yes, clear as water." He took a step forward which made me step backwards."Wait! Stop right there or…or…" I scanned the area and grabbed a thick stem. "Or I'm going to hit you with this stick!" He scowls at me. "Do you think I'm some kind of scaredy cat?" He stepped again. "How come you understand me? Are you a wolf? If so, what color? Don't try to trick me, little human. I have my own ways to identify if you're lying." "I'm a white wolf," I responded. But instead of seeing a satisfied wolf, he went ballistic as he jumped on me. Pinning both of my arms on the ground. "What is your problem, Wolfie? It hurts!" "You're lying." He squinted his eyes. "You are one of them, right? What are you up to, Viloscarian?" Huh? My brows furrowed. "What do you mean by Vil
I sneezed as the pixies showered me with some glitters for the final outcome of my dress. I'm wearing a white glittery ruffled dress that is above my knees, white sandals, and my hair is braided by Azaloeri. She also put some light make-up on me. According to her, the make-up was brought by her to the mortals' world which made me smile.She's so cute and innocent. "Gorgeous!" I grimaced as I heard the pixies' chuckle while Azaloeri retouched my hair and face. When we are finally done, the pixies bid their goodbye. Azaloeri guided me on the way to the Misagonia River, and explained that the ceremony of being a member of this pack will be held there. "You know, this is my first time meeting a goddess-like wolf like you, Aksha. And it makes me shy, though I'm quite talkative. I just want to be honest that I still feel a bit of embarrassment while talking to you, especially when staring at your gorgeous face. You also remind me of Lunaria when I first met her during the wolf ceremony."
The illuminating crescent moon filled our bloody night as we winced in pain. Burning houses and trees in the middle of the night awakened our fears as we sprinted away from the scene. The agonies of each and everyone have scattered in the wilderness, leaving us a terrific momentum. "Faster, Aksha!" I want to despise myself for running away, for being a coward, and for the fact that I can't protect our pack...pains me. A sudden loud howl echoed in the forest which made me halt. The throbbing feeling inside me slowly rose as I turned my gaze to the wolf. It was doleful to see a magnificent beast under the brightest moon. He was gawking at me darkly, yet it didn't make my knees tremble, even in the slightest. His shining black fur as well as his aureate eyes are begging me to reach him and hug him. A tear fell on my cheek as I recall our last kiss under the moonlight. But his eyes...it is so dark, emotionless like he only sees the world in its darkest period, without any color. And a