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Chapter 98 ~ {Prince Landon’s POV} I didn’t understand what had happened.One second it was here and the next, it was gone.The hall had flown up into a raucous mood but I remained calm as I tried to make meaning of what I had just witnessed.I didn’t want to believe that the moon goddess had rejected me.That can’t be a possibility.I was prophesied as the vessel. I was told to be the chosen one from my birth so there was no way that the moon goddess could have rejected me.— especially after coming so close to me.She was this close…There had to be an explanation. I turned and faced the elders once again and I watched them as they raced between one another, asking questions and seeking answers.I didn’t want to believe that they were confused too. I didn’t want to believe that they didn’t have an answer.I clenched my fists and then I crept down from the raised platform that had been built for me. I climbed down and then I stopped before the area where the elders were perched, c
{The Hencher Mistress’ POV} “It’s Anne. Can you tell a story— the story of how a mother had to give up her child for the greater good.”“You’re about to die and Ciril who is out there wandering through the forest needs to know about the beginning so make me the new narrator by telling me.” I heard those words and I understood. I had lost so much blood but then I could afford to tell the tale before my life quenched.I started…**[Flashback To 17 Years Ago]I have not always been the Hencher Mistress of the Palace…I once had a daughter and a sick husband. But then my husband died from his sickness. He had been a General in the Royal army, hence why I was a mistress, but then his sickness killed him. My daughter and I were left alone but then life was still good— I loved my daughter and lived for her and my responsibility in her life made the pain of losing my husband go away soon.And so life was good.I was one of the esteemed Mistresses of the Palace and I lived my life to the fu
{Prince Landon’s POV} We were in the Private Quarters. By we, I mean my mother, Abasha, Ivanka, Dylan, Anita, Balif, and some other guards. Weirdly, Anne was here too and I wondered what she was doing here since I had gotten used to her weird absence from our lives recently. But then I didn’t really care. Thinking of how strange Anne had become was the last thing on my mind. We were all together, and there was a momentary silence but then the uneasiness on everyone’s faces was screaming. There were also periodical bouts of outbursts.“How? How is this possible? It doesn’t make sense.”That was Abasha’s bout of outburst. “That slave doesn’t deserve it.” “Yes, you’re right. She must have done something to influence the process. She’s too wretched and filthy to be chosen! I mean, she’s a fucking slave!” That was Ivanka responding to Abasha. “This is bad, man. This is really bad” That was Dylan— standing before me and trying to get me into the conversation.I was seated on a woo
{Prince Landon’s POV} I was in my chambers now.Two days had passed and I hadn’t gone out. I was supposed to be out deploying scouting troops to go to distressed packs and help them with the Feral situation— especially now that they are growing in numbers, but I didn’t go. I didn’t feel like doing anything so I had instructed Dylan to take over that duty and similar ones for the time being, because…I was confused. I was disturbed.But I was mostly angry. I was angry at fate for doing this to me. It didn’t make sense to be angry at fate but then I couldn’t help it. I had to blame someone or something as I couldn’t blame myself. I was clean and ready on my part. I had made myself righteous for the moon goddess and she had freaking embarrassed me in front of the people of the Reigns— made a fool out of me. I slammed my fist on the stool next to me now. That was the fourth one I was breaking over the past two days. Thankfully, I had so many more stools in my Chambers. They were
{Prince Landon’s POV} I walked up to the man they were pulling towards me and then I realized he wasn’t really struggling. The warriors were just being extra dramatic. Nonetheless, I didn’t mind, or didn’t care. They dragged him and stopped him before me and I gave him a head-to-toe glance before looking at his face. “Leave us.” I told the warriors who were around us and they all bowed and left. But Balif, he’s been acting very prompt and faithful recently so I’ve grown a bit fond of him so that I’ve made him one of my escort guards. Lately, I’m easily piqued and don’t need entourage Guards who would annoy me when I issued them commands, and Balif was forthcoming in that aspect. “Walk with me.” I told the Seer as he straightened his cloth which the guards had roughened and soiled. He had a pure white cloth in his hand but he didn’t use it to clean his body. He only used his other hand. And then he promptly started walking with me after making a gentle bow. “What is your name?” I
{Ciril's POV} I was wrapped in a robe from head to toe, with my face scarfed.And then I was experiencing the hunger for three stomachs. I was very tired too but then all these things combined weren’t the most disturbing things to me at the moment. There are some other things. Strange things and stranger things have been happening to me recently. I don’t understand them, that’s why I’ve tagged them as strange.Let’s start with the strange.Strangely, I’ve been getting memory flashes of a scene. Well, maybe not memory, but I’ve been getting these flashes of a particular night— probably the night of the full moon when I had been with the Hencher Mistress.I was getting flashes of my eyes glowing and me looking very furious while killing someone. In these flashes, I don’t see the face of the person being killed by me as my hands are always placed on the person’s head… before I would smash the person’s head. It was unsettling that I was murdering someone— that brutally. But it was mor
{Ciril’s POV} Of all the visible things and people in the Reigns, I didn’t expect to see Clord. Heck, I didn’t expect to see anyone that I knew out here. But now I had seen Clord, and I was doing his bidding.We were running like a mad dog.I didn’t understand a single bit what was happening but then I was doing as Clord had said because considering everyone that was about me now, he was the one I knew to an extent. He was before me as we darted furiously out of the FogHoulst Pack and back onto the sandy paths that led to the forests and other locations. But then we headed for the forest. Clord was running so fast that it was hard to keep up with him— he was the madder dog. Meanwhile, I was getting tired now so I turned to see if the few people who had been chasing us had stopped chasing us and returned to being the people I had been admiring in the market area.I made a quick head swivel and what I saw next made me tense, even while running. I almost tripped and fell.The number
{Ciril’s POV} “Follow me!” I bellowed to Clord now as I started towards the fairly big hole I spotted in the rocky walls. We were running away from the Ferals and not looking back. Mad Dog round 2.“Where are you going?! Do you know where this hole leads to?!” Clord quizzed me loudly as he trailed hastily after me. The Ferals were just behind us.Their guttural and harsh growling allowed us to keep track of this. “I don’t.. I don’t know!” I yelled back. “But just follow me!” I voiced and he yelled back.“We are going to die!” He bawled just as we jumped into the darkness of the tunnel path. I could understand why he would think that. This could end up being a dead end… where we would be trapped and serve as food for the crazy bunch of Ferals.They were tearing up the tracks behind us and this ended up being a dead end, there would be no escaping for us. I knew this but I still wanted to risk it.. and for some strange reason, I trusted the risk. The tunnel-way was lined with glow
{Ciril’s POV} I stared at Ivanka as she growled furiously at me.Once upon a time, her growling or the sound of her voice used to be intimidating and scary to me, but now, if I’m being honest, it was funny.Oh, and she looked stupid.I remember the time she used to smack me in the face for the little inconsequential things I would do… so I decided to start with that now.The Alpha Queen was still watching us stare at each other, and after a moment, Ivanka lunged at me. She meant business. The force with which she stormed at me revealed her determination, but that word meant nothing out here. It meant nothing on me.I timely shifted out of the way just as her claws came for my face, and then I slapped her on the back of her head so that she staggered forward.I shifted back a little while she turned to growl at me now. “You Wretch!” She bawled in anger as she rushed at me again. She swung two swift blows at my face, and I decided to stop playing around, so I blocked both blows with
{Ciril’s POV} With the Alpha Queen’s voice, My mother shot up to her feet but then she staggered and threatened to fall so that I timely held her.I helped her balance herself and stared at her to see if she was okay but then she wasn’t looking back at me. She had her gaze directed down the path before us, the path where we had chained the Alpha Queen and Ivanka— and kept Balif. I didn’t bother chaining Balif because he was l maimed to the extent that he couldn’t escape. My mother had her gaze in that direction and she looked alarmed and frightened. I started to stroke her back gently.“Mum.” I said. “You’re okay. There’s nothing to worry about. They are restrained and under control.” I told her comfortingly but my words didn’t seem to calm her down. “You.. you captured them?” She muttered now. “Yes. I did. You are properly safe, mum— It’s them that should be panicking.” I said now but she kept staring in that tense manner.“You captured h-her— it’s really her…” she muttered and I
{Ciril’s POV} The air was calm. I was holding my mother in my arms..I was staring into her eyes..And then we were both shedding tears, making this the best feeling or moment in the entire world.I felt this heavy sense of relief upon me that she was finally here with me, that she wasn’t dead— that I hadn’t been too late in my attempt to save her. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself had it been otherwise.She had her hand on the sides of my face and it felt like the most warming gesture ever… and the way she stared at me?I felt like I was made of gold because she was staring very lovingly so that I could see compassion in her every gesture. Seeing her shed more tears broke me so I attempted to make her stop. “Mum. It’s enough… you can stop crying now.” I said, trying to wipe her tears from beneath her eyes even though it was an overwhelming attempt as her tears were more than my hand swipes could handle. But now, she shook her head in refusal to stop crying and then sh
{Ciril’s POV} “Mother.” I shot up to my feet and the word left my mouth even before I could even think of saying it. I immediately shifted close to her and with my sudden motion, the others gathered around.I was breathing heavily now.I was sure I saw something— or at least I hoped I truly did.I stared at her eyelids for a moment and that time continued to stretch as I kept staring and waiting for something to happen. — waiting to get a confirmation of what I thought I had seen. Kiba and Kora were still licking her fingers and face respectively and I watched intensely, not trying to stop them or interfere.After a moment, tears glossed my eyes as I was beginning to realize that the fluttering I had seen was just something my mind created out of my intense hope, but then… just as I was about to claim disappointment and intense melancholy, I heard Clord’s voice.“Her eyelids twitched.” He voiced and I shook my head in rejection. “They didn’t…” I muttered in my despair. “No, Ciri
{Ciril’s POV} People had been dying around me, but then I had no other choice than to escape. I had to save the people I cared about— the people that mattered to me.Plus I had been holding my mother in my arms, someone who was barely breathing so there had been nothing else that was more important to me than her life.We had raced towards the north gates of the Palace and I had gone into Celestial State after handing my mother to Feryt for her to carry. I had done this so that I could break down the gates that were never open.I ended up breaking through the thick Palace walls as brick was easier to punch through than metal. So I successfully created a path and we all escaped, but not before I had killed a fair number of Ferals that had sniffed us out. Afterwards, I had sent the group running and had stayed back to make sure no Feral would follow us. Fortunately for me, the Ferals around that axis weren’t that many so I was done dismantling them in little time, but then I remembe
{Landon’s POV} I couldn’t rip my attention away from the fact that I had just seen her. That I had been standing so close to her.She was gone now and we were currently surrounded by doom in the form of fierce and breathing dead bodies. They were storming the Palace and tearing it down and still my mind was ruminating over Ciril. She had been so fearless— so majestic and I just couldn’t stop thinking about her and the things she had done here today. I sound crazy. She had killed a lot of my warriors today. Heck, she took my mother away but then I wasn’t angered by that. I was only hurt.— hurt because I couldn’t have done anything to make a difference— hurt because I truly deserved all that had happened. I had tried to apologize to her but then she had made it strictly clear that she didn’t want to hear any of that. She had made it clear that she wanted to kill me instead— and I had seen it on her face that she had meant it.That she had truly wanted to kill me. It was hurtful
{Ciril’s POV} I was the first one to see them because I had gone into the Celestial State and my sense of vision had been heightened. But about some seconds later, I didn’t need the sense of the Celestial State to see them— Everyone could see them now and realize that a huge wave of Ferals was the cause of the earth's trembling.But even with the realization and the dread that claimed us, we were all frozen. Our feet were glued to the ground and we remained staring like that because we were stunned.The Ferals weren’t coming from just one direction.They were coming from every direction— racing towards the Palace in wildness and brutality, giving no room for the slightest hint of sanity.I could already hear screams of the inhabitants around filling the air and Landon’s men were equally befuddled as they were all panicking and contemplating their next move. No one was on their knees again. My heart was beating fast and I was struck with the highest measure of confusion and shock.
{Ciril’s POV} My guise switched at once.If I wasn’t furious before, I was furious now. Landon was walking towards me with an army behind him and all I could think of was ‘kill’‘Scourge’‘Rip apart.’I had no other longing. My growling grew louder as he got closer and Feryt and the others joined me in readiness since they knew I was preparing to attack. Landon should be crawling on the ground before me— shedding blood and tears after all he has done to me.My countenance became more fierce now and I was heaving furious in my pending attempt, but just as I was about to storm at him, he raised his hands slowly in the air and halted.“Ciril.” He said my name.He said my name and I was momentarily distracted by the sound of it as his voice and intonation sounded like how he used to regard me calmly once upon a time. And so, my scowling disappeared for a moment but then when it returned, it came with an aggressive pump of energy.I trudged up to Landon with ready claws in order to wip
{Ciril’s POV} [TRIGGER WARNING: This Chapter might be a bit too violent and Gory… maybe.]The night was here and the crescent moon lit up the skies— along with the fairly numerous Palace lights.The wind was in the air and there were random cries of agony being heard. And I felt good.I had three hands with me instead of two and it felt amazing. Dolores's hand was in my grip and I stared at her now as she cried in pain. It felt so satisfying knowing that I was with the body part she once-upon-a-time used to smack me, pull my hair, punch me in the face, and so on.Just this body part— her hand, had caused me so much pain and tears at nights when I would go to bed bleeding, and now I looked at it with such amusement seeing that it had been this fragile all along.“You’ll.. you’ll suffer for this!” Ivanka yelled at my face now as she poured out heavy pants before me. I took my gaze off Dolores’s hand and looked at her.“You’ll pay if you hurt her or me!” Her voice came out even louder a