The Slayer

20 Years ago

Royal castle

The Alpha King sat upon his throne, his elbows resting on the armrests. Lightning was illuminating the throne room occasionally as the pitter patter of the heavy rain continued on the giant windows. Everyone, including the Alpha King, was waiting on the edges of their seat for the arrival of the high priest.

As if mere thoughts summoned him, footsteps echoed in the huge throne room and men wrapped in dark maroon clothes walked down the carpet spread from the herculean doors to the front of the throne. Leading them was the old bald man, his wise crinkled eyes holding worry, in though of what was to come. The old man's followers stopped behind him and the priest stood in front of his king and bowed deeply in respect followed by all his pupils.

The king nodded in greeting, and rose a moment from his seat. "My greetings, high priest. Now tell us, what is that you have foreseen this time." The priest visibly swallowed and a frown appeared between his brows.

"I happened to see a she wolf this time, my king." Priest started. "Her face bright as the sun. Her gaze sharp as of a needle's point and her aura…like the

And she…was our future queen, my King. You mate." He said his eyes holding the ones of his King's.

The King's heart fluttered in his chest, but his willed himself not to show any emotion.

"I'm having a feeling that it is not the part for which you came running in this torrent rain to me. Tell me what is it." The King stated.

The priest sighed. "You are right. The true matter is that she… she was fighting you. Even dominating you. She is a threat that cannot be ignored nor obstructed. She is… the end of your being, My King." The fear mixed with worry was dripping from his expressions as he intently watched the King's reaction.

"Why in the world would she fight me? She is supposed to make me even stronger as my mate, isn't she? I think you have mistaken a dream as a prophecy." The King states even though he could barely contain the anxiety and fury inside him so he fisted his palm tightly as his nails elongated and pierced his skin. Beta Somer, who was standing beside him put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"There is a remarkable distinguishable properties between a prophecy and a mere dream and trust me when I say that I've mastered the skill of pointing them out. This, is not a dream. It is a prophecy, it will come true in time." The priest said clasping his hands and bowing his head.

"We shall talk about this after the storm is calm. You should take your leave. The court is dismissed." With a flick of his hand, everyone present in the hall dispersed out of thw gates, except for the beta.

"I can not understand anything right now, Somer. If what the priest said is true, then what shall I do?" The King asked turning in his seat to look at his friends face which held empathy.

"Whatever you choose, I know it will be wise and good for this Kingdom. I trust your judgement." They both shared a half-hearted smile before the darkest of thoughts started approaching the Alpha's mind. That the only solution to keep his Kingdom alive, would be the death of his mate.

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2 Years later

Rygona Village

"We couldn't save the mother....your daughter....she is a bad omen." The old woman handed the man his just born daughter. He was torn. That day, he got his angel, his life, but lost his soul. His daughter being the very cause of his misery. He couldn't even look at her.

He knew it all along that it was to come, but he never accepted. His mate used to tell him that she was having dreams of her demise. That her mate would live in sorrow but living, nonetheless, for their daughter. Her mate raising their daughter in a fierce warrior. Her daughter.... standing with her head held high im a battlefield between the living and he dead while everyone knelt in front of her. Submitting.

He knew what he had to do. He finally looked at his daughter, her ocean blue eyes, just like her mother's, looked backa rhim, blinking. His heart constricted thinking of what he was going. How could he blame this innocent bundle of blood and flesh for something it wasn't even aware of.

Right then, he took a pledge for her, that he shall give his life to her. He was going make her what she was meant to be.

The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world.

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Present day

The cool water flew through the gap between my toes soothing the pulsing nerves beneath the skin. It always had held that magic. It always gave my rushing adrenaline and aching muscles an instant calm, That I always seek after a whole day of unrelenting training.

The sun was about to set behind the smokey clouds, casting a pink shade over the horizon. I lifted my palms and looked at the rough skin covering it, and then at my side. My sword and dagger were lying there uncovered simmering in the last remnants of the light. Sometimes I think if there are other female, too, who have scarred skin, rough hands and who train all day to accomplish their sole purpose in life. To kill, not to nurture.

I splashed water on my face to clean all the traces be of blood, although the wounds were already healed and collected my weapons heading back to home.

My home was a small cottage of stone at the edge of the village, near the forest. That was because of the villagers. My father couldn't train me in front of the them due to the old beliefs and traditions that implied that females aren't supposed to bear weapons. They're meant to do household, bear pups and to please their mates. But, my father never regarded me as a daughter, a female. He always saw and teach me to be his son, a warrior.

I reached home before the night fell

Opened the wooden door and stepping in, I was welcomed with the sounds of fire crackling and aroma of freshly roasted lamb, which meant father was cooking in the kitchen. "I'm home father." I calledl him.

"You are right on time. Food is almost done. You should change, we shall eat then." He said. I replied with a yes and went to change into a more comfortable shirt. I came back and sat in the one of the four chairs at rhe table as he served food like a mother a would to her family. And actually, he is both a father and a mother to me since birth.

"You remember that you are going to your grandmother's coven, yes?" Father asked, pouring soup for me.

"I remember father. I think I would be departing in the morning. Is there anything I'm supposed to do before that?" I asked.

"No. Nothing at all. Everything is alright here. Now eat your food, it would taste better while it is hot." I gave him a small smile and set about to ravish the delicious meat that only he could make. I thanked father for the meal and fell on my bed to sleep off today's exhaustion.

If I start my journey tomorrow early in the morning, even in my wolf form, I shall make it later in the afternoon. Grandma's coven is on the other side of the border of our village's forest.

My grandmother was a witch as was my mother, that's why I have traits of being a half blooded witch. I can brew potions that nees magic and cast minor spell to atleast protect myself if it comes to use my magic for it. I train here with my father half the year then practice magic in the coven for the rest.

Signing and deciding it was time to sleep I blew out the lamps beside the bed pull thw blankets above my head and succumbed to darkness of slumber.