Alexander. She’s wedged in between two rocks at the riverbank, covered in various tree fronds and weeds that have been flowing down the river with her. She looks so very pale, dressed in what was once a white dress which was now in tatters and blotched by brown stains. Her long, dark hair falls all over her face. As soon as I see her, I’m almost certain she’s dead by how lifeless she looks. But upon moving closer to her, I realize that she’s breathing, albeit weakly.We turn back into our human forms immediately.“Holy shit, that’s a girl,” Matthew, the wolf who initially found her, hisses, his eyes wide.“Yeah,” I mutter, stepping closer to her. This is truly a bizarre thing to witness, “She looks like she’d been swept down by the river.”“She’s still alive, isn’t she?” Avery questions, “Because I think I just so her chest move.”“She’s alive,” Craig confirms.He then walks towards her, “Help me get her out of the rocks,” she tells me, and I rush towards him. Together, we pick the gi
The girl by the river. I see things.I’m aware that most of them aren’t real, and I’m also aware that I am not awake. I am asleep, although the sleep is not present, rather, it’s tumultuous. I am dreaming, I am hallucinating. These images don’t make sense half the time, same as the emotions they invoke within me. I see the moon, shining high up in the sky. I see wolves running in the moonlight through a forest full of old, titanic trees that loom over the wolves as their protectors. I see a river, gushing down the land, and when I see it, I feel fear. I see a black wolf staring at me from the distance, its red eyes angry, and the wolf transforms into a man with black hair and even blacker eyes, glaring at me. I want to run when I see the wolf and the man, I want to flee far away where they can’t hurt me.I see another man, with hair the color of straw and eyes the color of the sky, tall and strong, handsome and tan. He makes me feel safe, I like seeing him. I don’t know who he is, in
Alexander.The girl we found by the river is finally awake.The message comes to me while working at the forges, moments after I had gotten the fire going. I had a tough itinerary today, with many a weapon from the weaponry needing repairing and sharpening. There was also an order for a custom sword which I had been excited to get my hands on since yesterday when I got the order.But today, my mind couldn’t focus, because the girl was haunting me.I do not know what about her had struck me so hard. She looks impossibly young with her moon-kissed skin and long, dark brown hair, along with her small stature. She reminds me of a bird, a magpie to be precise.My father was pretty shocked when I turned up at the back with a girl in my arms. Her clothes had still been wet and I had made my way back to the pack as fast as possible, fearing that she would develop hypothermia. Wolves were pretty thick-skinned against extreme temperature drops, but I had no idea if the girl was a wolf or not, an
Alexander.I rush to the room the girl is occupying. Lost her memory? I think, how could she have lost her memory?And then I remember the gash on her head.Years ago when I was still schooling I had learned that when one gets an injury on the head such as a nasty hit, or a deep cut, they would sometimes lose their memory. I didn’t know the name they gave to that condition, but I had been fascinated upon hearing that. I have to admit that I hadn’t given it much thought after that day because it never came up in my life. The girl had clearly been swept down by the river, and I knew that there was a region in the Genecy which was littered with heavy rocks. The cut must’ve come from her hitting her head on one of the rocks. Maybe it had been multiple rocks. Her dress had been tattered, so I believe it was the latter.I feel so bad for the girl. I can’t imagine losing my memory like that. She must be so frightened after waking up in a strange place with no recollection of who or what she w
The girl by the river. “The problem regarding your memory is complicated,” The physician replies after a beat of silence in which he’d scrutinized me and I listen to him carefully, “Are you sure that you remember nothing? Nothing at all about your life?”I shake my head regretfully, feeling utterly sad and sorry for myself, “Nothing. My mind is like a blank slate. I do not know my name, nor my age. I do not know where I come from. But I remember words, I remember how to talk, how to sit, how to eat and drink. All the …information, however, isn’t there.”And I’m surprised at how I’m not panicking over this. I literally have no idea about myself, and everything around me is new and strange, and intimidating. But the panic isn’t settling in yet, instead, I feel like I’m still in a dream. Like at any given moment, I would wake up, and my life would get back to normal.But what was normal? What was my life like? I got no idea.I turn to sneak a glance at the blond man standing in the doorw
The girl sent her a smile.“Sure! Let’s go! We may continue this later.” she looked back at Ryan.“Lydia, I…”“No, it’s enough. I don’t want to talk about this right now. Thinking you do not believe in me is…” she stopped.“What?”“Never mind.” she sighed “We will talk later,” she said as she joined Caleigh and they left him on the training grounds.The woman walked in quietly, but Lydia knew her new friend couldn’t wait to ask her about what she had just seen. The huntress removed her clothes and walked into the river. Lydia was hesitant. She just kept standing there in her underwear. Caleigh turned around and sent her a smile.“Come on princess, don’t be so shy! It’s just us, girls! Come on in!” she turned back around.Lydia removed her clothes and then walked into the river. The water was cold
Ryan was already having dinner. And at his table there stood Cassandra seemingly in a good mood. Caleigh sent her a comforting smile.“Don’t worry about her. It’s over between them.”“Then why is she in a good mood?”“Who knows? Who cares? Look at Ryan! He’s definitely bored. He would not even invite her to sit down. He looks so said, like a wolf pup.”“I don’t know.” she shrugged.“Hold on!” she looked back at her “Are you jealous?”“Of Cassandra? Of the girl, I could scare to death? No.”“Oh, by the way, that was priceless! So, what’s the big deal? Have you ever been in love?”“No, I don’t think I have been. So… what does it feel like?”“Have you heard anything I have said at the river?”“Are you in love?!”“Keep quiet!”
The arrow disappointingly penetrated the dirt. Lydia looked surprised but sad as Caleigh burst out laughing.“Hey, that wasn’t nice of you!”“I apologize, okay?” the huntress looked at her “Did you believe that you will hit the target on your first try?”“Just a little bit.” she sighed.“Well, keep on practicing then! This is not the end! You have plenty more arrows, go! Keep practicing!”Lydia picked another arrow. She tried to focus more this time. She waited a little bit more before she released the string. The arrow penetrated the ground again, but it was closer to the target this time?“See?” Caleigh asked “Keep on practicing!” she whistled to the raven that landed on a nearby branch of a tree.It was a messenger raven. She read the message and smiled to herself.“Oh, does the secret admirer want yourattention?” Lydi