The witch waited for her messenger to return with good news but after a while she noticed something was wrong. The smoke in the room became thicker and the lit candles were blown out by a mysterious wind. She soon got the message. She began to recite some incantations to cushion the effect of the failed mission but she was too late. The creature appeared in the room and swallowed her whole.“Noo!!!!!” Some members suddenly dropped dead while others had nosebleed.The one who had suggested the killing wiped his nose and said to himself “This means war.” ***The next morning, Amelia moved through the pack house with one mission.She was being hunted by something ancient and evil, something that lived in the darkness beyond the perception of this mortal world.And if she didn't learn to control the energy that flowed through her.It would soon consume her entirely, both body and spirit, before she can even learn to defend herself.She needed answers and she knew where to get them.She
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death." He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry. “My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me." Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light
Kali’s POVI waited patiently in front of the portal, the ritual I had offered to the Moon Goddess should have made the journey easier and smoother. The basket of food I had made remained on the ground untouched.Soon there was a sound that imitated that of a waterfall and Dorian appeared in front of me with the Moon Fang in his heard.He wanted to utter some words but stopped when he realized he couldn’t, he took a step towards me and fell flat on his face.“Don’t move. Just eat this” I said, handing him food from the basket. He looked at me in confusion before he slowly started eating.“To answer your unanswered question, you’re coming from a supernatural place. Your mortal body can only take so much. You need to eat to replenish your energy- and if you remember correctly, you weren’t able to move until the Moon Goddess told you to”He stuttered before being able to pronounce his words right. “I thought that was because of fear.”“No, your mortal body needed to be given a push from
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death."He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry.“My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me."Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light p
And through the noise, he heard it. His voice. Not thundering, not booming, but clear, firm and commanding. One of not the greatest, one of the inner dedication of himself, of his own volition. "Keep climbing." And of course, he did. Barging through the voices still whispering over his shoulders, hearing more distinctly the voice that told him to keep climbing, his unwavering will seeping out of him. He crawled up on enthusiastic arms, bellowing chest, thudding and whining hands. He kept on going even when he started bleeding; but he didn’t stop until he had stretched to the farthest distant point of the tower; until his hands spun on whirling vapor around the top of it. The instant he set his foot upon the peak of the tower, the tower disappeared, disappeared like nothing was ever there. He was once again standing on the ground, the wind dancing round him, cloud-like substance tugging at his ankles. And then the vision stole his breath, the earth of the world miles beneath him, b
Dorian watched, his own heart constricting in compassion and pity. This is the test. This is the "sharing" that the Goddess meant when she had spoken of "sharing." There was nothing whatsoever to do with the food here, but rather with the sharing, the reaching out beyond self for others in need. He rolled around, he bellowed at them with his parched-throat, "Come here." "There is food," he croaked in that voice, so off into the alley. They retreated though, in sore eyes, an incredulous disgust born of endless disappointment. People had promised them food before; but it turned out to be empty promises born out of soul-racking disdain for their kind. "Lies" wheezed the old man, the rough rasping breath, the broken voice of one who had lost all his hopes many moons ago. "There is nothing for us." He repeated. Dorian’s head shook, solemn eyes imploring. "Come," he urged. "You will see." They ascended step by agonized step, their bodies weak from hunger. From the alleyway and into th