Rejecting His Queen

The King and Queen smile down at their new born daughter that lays quietly asleep on the large cushion displayed for all to see under the candle light in the dimly lit cathedral. Their five-year-old son fidgets beside them as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around.

 Alphas, Lunas and other high-ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace Witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one-month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals placed to the side of the princess.

 "A moon stone will protect her light and guide her through a challenge only select few will face." The witch loudly announces as the moon dust settles onto the round six-inch diameter moon stone and glows iridescent. The chanting continues, the audience anticipating the next declaration as the witch moves to the three objects – a scepter, a book, and a sword – watching the moon dust settle onto a bejeweled scepter and another iridescent glow surrounding the object.

 "A scepter states she will rule. As a Luna or a Queen, only fate will tell." The Witch's melodious voice calls out. The King and Queen look at each other with worry. It is common for a princess to be mated to an Alpha-born wolf and vice versa, but if Isabella were to rule the kingdom, what would happen to their young son?

 Deciding to shelf this worry to another time, their focus returns to the Witch and what power this Royal Born pup will wield one day.

When creatures hidden from the mortals decided to make their presence known and fight for their right to a home for themselves on Earth, the Moon Goddess bestowed a gift to the family who became the Royal Wolves and rulers of werewolves and Meng Bloed – halflings with wolf descent. This gift is the control of elements.

Queen Lisandra, being mated into the Royal family, did not possess any powers, but her husband, King Jonathan, did - the power of lightning. Prince Ryder - who had the power of water - could barely control his element at age five, but when he learned he would be a big brother, he slowly practiced his control in fear of harming the baby that has the attention of each and every person in the room.

 The chanting from the Witch grows stronger now, echoing around the room as she sprinkles more moon dust on different elements, but no reaction is seen. A frown forms between her brows in confusion as she continues the chant and once again sprinkles moon dust on the bowls that hold a symbol of the known elements that other Royals have posed - still nothing. The crowd begins to chatter anxiously amongst themselves, the noise mixing with the melodious chanting. There has never been a Royal who did not possess powers.

 No one notices the Princess, whose face contorts in discomfort as the many wolves focus on the Witch's third attempt, once again yielding no results. The noise of whispers grows louder in disbelief, everyone thinking that the Princess has no power, until a loud cry from the cushion where the sleeping Princess lays silences them, followed by a loud boom of thunder that shakes the glass windows threatening to break under the shock wave and a bolt of lightning lights the cathedral.

Everyone stared in fear outside at once was a beautiful sunny spring day, but now as dark as night, and the black clouds above released a torrent of rain. The chanting from the witch stops while she stares at the moon dust she had thrown and is now floating in mid-air around the newborn pup, her cries of displeasure of being disturbed growing louder as the storm increases in frightening strength. The witch observes the pup and the storm, a light of understanding flickering across her face as she approaches the Princess and takes out a crescent moon-shaped Moon Stone attached to a white gold chain hidden in her robe. She dangles the necklace over the Princess' torso, the stone shining in the light and catching the pup's eyes. The crying promptly stops, and so does the rain, but the dark clouds still remain low in the sky, ready to release a torrent of rain once more.

The moon stone, still suspended in the air, continues to glow steadily.

Then unexpectedly, Princess Isabella lets out a giggle, the sound like bells chiming in the breeze. The dark clouds outside disappear from the sky with each giggle the Princess makes, her tiny hands reaching for the sparkling jewel above her. The Moon Stone dust finally glows iridescent, and the Witch smiles.

"Unexpectedly, the element dear Princess Isabella Nightlock controls is something never seen before. Our little jewel of the werewolf nation can control the weather, and one day she will be a powerful force to reckon with." The moon dust slowly gathers above the Princess' temple at the Witch's declaration, swirling and glowing brightly as each particle floats gently onto the forehead of the new Royal wolf. The Witch continues to chant, and the crowd stares in shock. Imagine the leaps and bounds their nation can take with this Princess's power.

Finally, the moon dust settles and an insignia is left on the Princess' forehead - a golden crescent moon with a silver snow flake between the pointed tips. This will appear on her forehead each time the Princess shifts into her wolf form.

The chant ends quietly, and the crowd cheers, leaving the Witch smiling. She has seen glimpses of this pup's future with each new declaration, and her heart aches for the pain this little one will bear. But it will make this Moon Blessed pup grow stronger and bring a new era for the nation this Witch calls her home. With a nod to the King and Queen, the Witch retreats to her chair, but not before leaving the necklace in the hands of her Princess as a gift, her body drained of energy from this ceremony. She will need to rest for a while before performing any spells.

With the ceremony completed, the King and Queen thanks the guest for coming, maids and butlers ushering everyone towards the exit and down the halls where the ballroom is ready for the party, the Prince's personal servant comes and escorts the five year old to the elevator after he bids his parents a good night so that he can take his after noon nap and the two rules make their way to where their daughter quietly plays with her new necklace.

"Jonathan, what do you think will happen with our pup?" Queen Lisandra asks, carefully scooping the Princess into her arms and cradling her daughter close to her.

"I have no idea, Lisandra, all we can do is speculate and keep our pups safe." King Jonathan answers honestly, a sigh ending his statement. With a look of understanding, the King and Queen exit the cathedral and make their way to the ballroom with their daughter safely in the embrace of the Queen to introduce their pup to each guest. Today is about her after all.