It is almost morning and Luana stands at the gate that guards the vampire city. She was now wearing her fighting gear of black pants, boot heels, and a brown leather jacket. Her hair was worn up.
Before her, several men stood with glowing cat eyes and fangs out. Their faces have the tribal identification Werecats are known with, stripes.
She grabbed two long swords from her back, one on each hand, and swirled them.
"Let's say we strike a deal, cats. You get outta here and I'll spare your lives or we do this the hard way." Her mouth twitched and her eyes were expressionless giving out an air of confidence.
"The only deal we shall strike, Luana," she heard a voice call out from behind the men and her face looked frightened. He walked up to her front and tilted his hat like a cowboy. "Is about the treasure."
"Shelbrooke?" Her voice was shaky as she saw the man with a deep-cut scar running diagonally across his face.
"Long time no see, my Lady." He smirked. "I've waited this day for a long time."
With that, his fangs shot out and his eyes turned into a cat's. He drew out a long sword and flung it towards her but she was faster as she dodged the weapon.
Some of the cats shrilled and ran after Luana to fight her, while the others turned into huge cats and jumped over the wall into the city. Luana was getting weak and so she had no choice but to call for help. As she turned to run using her vampire speed to the palace so she can alert the army, Shelbrooke cut her with his sharp sword, causing her to fall on her face. Blood splattered across the floor. Not just hers but other cats whom she had fought with and had had a taste of her thirsty weapon.
The only thing she heard was Shelbrooke's footsteps towards her. She felt him place his booted foot on her head.
"I've always wanted to see you beg at my feet as you gasp for breath. You and your father are the reason why I became this way." He ran his index finger across the scar on his face. "You both forgot that an angry lion can never be prevailed over. Today is not the day, Luana. I still want to watch you quiver," he pressed his boots on her face harder before releasing her.
"This isn't over Shelbrooke!" Luana managed to say.
"Ooh! But it is already. I have my men all over your city already. With time, we will strike!" He laughed harder before disappearing into the darkness.
Luana passed out.
The sun is in its best form as it shines over the South Jungle. Working hand in hand with the calm wind that dances over the grasses like one who is listening to her lover's serenade. Over the lawn, good-looking wolves stand at attention with Azrael standing before them and giving commands.
On the other side, the royal siblings move about giggling as they move to go to the breakfast room. They pass by the guest room where Zeidan stands by the window overlooking the garden that leads to the forest where he had first met Lyne.
"Your highness, what bothers you?" He heard one of his men, Bran says. After Wikh, Bran is the second closest. Although he is four years older than the young soldier, he seems to confide in him better than the others, including Wikh.
His golden hair was trimmed at the edge and made to sit across his forehead with wax laid over them. His face looked younger than his age.
"I'm just worried about her," he stated, hands deep in his pocket. His eyes not leaving the trees that spread out in a beautiful sequence.
"Who?" Bran inquired.
He turned to look at the boy whom he has taken to himself since he found him on the streets beaten to a pulp by a group of boys whom he later found out are his brothers who find it satisfying to bully him. He had picked him up and trained him to be a soldier so he could stand up for himself.
"Lyne." He answered after releasing a deep breath.
"She is so soft-hearted, I wonder if she can ever be able to cope with my lifestyle. I'll have no other choice than to let her live her life."
"Whatever it is you think she is feeling or passing through, just know that there is only little you can do to help. The rest lies in her hands."
"You're right. I know what to do." He walked outside after checking his wristwatch that stated the time was 9:03 am.
"I think it's time for breakfast." He strolled out of the room while Bran sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room lazily.
A few minutes later, a messenger ran in panting as he held a paper in his hands.
"Bran, we are in serious trouble!" He said almost breathlessly while Bran stood up abruptly.
"What happened?"
"The...the Werecats! They've taken a hold of Vampire city. Read this!" The messenger gave the paper to Bran who collected it and tore it open.
"I hope you'll answer me this time. The Werecats are around the city. They will attack anytime from now. Hurry up and come with the army." Bran read out aloud.
"The King needs to hear of this," he muttered almost to himself.
"Hey, freak!" Lyne could hear her brother's voice behind her as she walked through the hallway to the breakfast room.
She rolled her eyes and stopped in her tracks.
"It's only a matter of time, Lyne. Calm down." She whispered to herself assuringly.
"You're going to the royal breakfast room to eat like royalty like you're even one." Reb chipped in as she clapped and laughed. Others joined in.
She turned to give them a reply.
"I hear people who call themselves royalty are supposed to learn how to bridle their tongue and behave appropriately, not like riff raffs." She retorted much to her siblings' amazement as they all gasped.
"You're calling us riff raffs?" Charles asked as he walked up to her and pushed her on the forehead. In fear, Lyne looked down.
"Hey! I'm talking to you. If you're as brave as you tried to prove, why don't you repeat that nonsense you just said." Giving her a resounding slap that sent her cheeks burning like a flame, he continued to say.
"Your mother left you alone in this world and we've been generous enough to give you all the basic things that you don't even deserve. Food, shelter, and everything. Yes! Everything your mother couldn't give."
There was silence for a while before Lyne raised her head to look her brother in the eyes. Her eyes were now red with tears. Her lips quivered as those words hit her heart like a sword.
He just mentioned her mother's name saying she couldn't give her all she wanted. But he is right. If her mother had been alive, maybe things would have been different but she cannot give in. Even if this will be the last thing she will say to reply to her obnoxious brothers and sisters, then so be it.
"At least she left fighting to her last breath," she replied, tears burning her eyes. "Your mothers cowered in the cave claiming to save your asses. They weren't warriors enough. I lived all my life without a mother's care. You all can't live a day without your parents. No battleground is as fierce as living as an orphan. Yes! An orphan because I have no mother or father. I'm alone and I've been fighting alone. None of you stubborn pigs," she pointed her finger at Charles and the others.
"None of you can ever survive it I'm sure."
Charles's hand came up again to attack her and she flinched closing her eyes and expecting it to land on her cheeks but was surprised when she didn't feel anything. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see Zeidan holding Charles' hand.
"Don't you dare!"
His eyes were turning black already in fury and it made her stomach churn in excitement. She has never seen anyone stand up for her, two times in a row.
Everywhere was silent until Bran came running towards him.
"Your highness, we've got more important issues to resolve!"
Zeidan was still staring into the other man's eyes, his hands almost crushing Charles' arm.
After another moment of silence that was uncomfortably awkward, Bran spoke into his ears, and immediately, Charles' hand was released.
"What?!" He exclaimed.
"Those bastards are testing my patience," his voice now sounded like thunder.
He moved to walk past Lyne and she thought he was only going to walk past her but was surprised when he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the breakfast room. The others followed him.
Styx sat down in the center of the breakfast room, a newspaper in front of him.
"I'm marrying your daughter tonight!" Zeidan called authoritatively causing the others to gasp and sending Lyne's heart into a spiraling condition.
Sometimes when one thinks of the past, moving forward to the future seems hard for them. Every night, Dad would always come to tell me tales of how they fought with a magical stone called the Onyx. He said it was what brought us together as clans all over the lands, excluding the Werecats. The breeze blew my light brown hair which was slowly bleaching into blonde like my mom's as I kept writing my journal. Although I still haven't believed there was any such thing as magic, I still needed to find out. I jumped down the fence, in my leather top and jacket with boots, my two long swords clasped to my back as I walked back to the training field. I looked at the people fighting and some bowing to me. With pride and elegance, I swerved my hips past the boys, while my four friends followed from each side. Tracy, Eretria, Romena, and Sasha. Two of them were hot blonde chicks in their mid-twenties, while the other two were brunettes. We are the Angel Squad and we rule the United Clan Train
"What's wrong, Lyne?" Zeidan asked looking up at her. She now had strange eyes and he wondered if she still recognizes him. Lyne opened her hand and he could see the Onyx on her palm, green and glowing. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was Lyne's nose bleeding and her eyes returning to normal. His hands quivered and loosened around Luana which made her grab the opportunity and kicked him in the stomach while he tended to it, she kicked him in the face turned, and stabbed his stomach with a knife.Awareness dawned on him as the object sank into him. He looked at Luana with shock and his eyes were getting blurry."You had every chance to be happy with me. But you ruined it all." Luana said and further twisted the knife inside of him, making him scream out.Lyne still lay on the floor, bleeding from her nose. He gasped and was finally released so that he could sit on the floor, weak and helpless. He raised his arm but no help came. "Die, Zeidan. Goodbye." Luana left him with Sh
Lyne looked at Luana, a smile curving her lips as she resolved to fight with all her might no matter how good she may be at magic. Or using the Onyx, but she sure is good with her claws. She stretched her fingers, eyes intent on Luana whose black eyes were also fixed on her. As they both snarled at each other, they also did the same with the charge and attack. Lyne swooshed her claws at Luana's face which she moved slightly backward to avoid and in turn twirled on her heels and hit her stomach with her knee. She bent and held on to her stomach as she felt the sharpness but only for a while before she was back on her feet. Luana threw a punch from the left to the right side which she dodged and grabbed her wrist, then right to the left and she grabbed the second wrist too, then holding both wrists captive, Lyne hit her forehead with hers, not minding the resounding bang she felt. Luana cried out and she released her so she could nurse her bleeding forehead. "You bastard!" Luana swo
With blazing eyes and a torn-apart soul, Lyne glared at Luana and the stone in her hand. "You know, if I were you, as a mother who has empathy for her daughter," Luana began to say as she walked in circles around Lyne. "I'd dive into that water and save my baby." Lyne looked back at her daughter who was still afloat, her tiny arms unable to hold her on the surface for long. "You may have won this time but not next time," Lyne hissed, looking into Luana's eyeball. "And that next time is soon."With that, she jumped into the water and swam her way to her daughter, arms and legs fluttering the strong current. She grabbed her daughter by the waist and held her tight to her body, swimming back to the shore. She climbed back to the surface and bent to check her daughter who sat on the floor, weak. "My baby." She muttered, hands running over Aurora's face and body. "Are you okay?" Aurora breathed heavily. Lyne felt guilty. She was the reason her daughter passed through all these. If she
Shelbrooke was too engrossed in staring at Lyne that he was unaware when Zeidan turned and grabbed his ankle making him fall. As Reyns moved to attack him, Zeidan grabbed his spear on the floor and pointed it at Reyns who chuckled and drew out his long swords."I'm sorry that you got played not once but twice, Zeidan. However, we can't blame you but the bitch that always thought she saw the good in you." Reyns said as they turned to the center of the field, each of them stretching their weapons at the other."I didn't ask her to find the good in me. I was already good to myself." Zeidan replied, his eyes not leaving Reyns and his swords."Then, it's obvious, you had her under your magical spell. Once we have the Onyx, I'll have the power to break that stupid spell you placed on her." Zeidan huffed. "Admit it. You like her and you're just afraid that she'll reject you if you let your true intention known." The other man held on tightly to his swords now stepping forward. "That's neve
Amber and Effinton stood gallant in front of Lyne and Zeidan, already in their fighting wear. Amber was placed as leader of the archery team since Chloe had died. She was also as good as the former leader, which makes it a win-win situation. Effinton also wore his black leather suit and pants with his boot heels. They all stood at the council table, all focused on the map before them."We need to come up with a better strategy than before. A unique one that will disassemble pure enemies before they even get closer to the field that separates Vampire city from the rest of the clans." Effinton spoke up and Zeidan nodded."You're right. But what do we come up with? We have exhausted the rest of our strategies on past wars." Zeidan replied but Lyne was seeing a different thing."Maybe we don't need a new strategy but ones we have used before and can put together to fight. They won't know what hits them by the time we strike.""I think the Queen is right," Amber spoke up, pointing to a sm