“The existing bloodbound
Pov: Amira's mirage
Calmly touching and gazing at the alter my eyes went straight to the write-ups on the alter.
“ What could be the meaning of all these write-ups Silas?”
“Those are ancient monuments of the past kept for memories and records.”
Silas took me to his house which was located at the left end of the woods.
(At Silas house)
Silas offered me a seat.
I could barely eat due to the annoyance and flashes of the past hovering in my head.
“You have to eat something and rest your head Amira, you know you have gone through a lot to be still thinking of the past”
Silas said.
“Or maybe she needs something chilled to calm her nerves uhn”
That was the voice of Nyla voss coming from behind.
My head was seriously banging with flashes of memories from the past that I could hardly hear what Silas was saying.
“Hello pretty, how are you?”
“ My name is Nyla and it's a pleasure to meet you.”
Nyla was gazing at me with a faint smile expecting a “Hi” in return but got no response because my vision was blurry that I couldn't see her face clearly.
…………………..
Waking up all I could see is a figure sitting close at the side of the bed with an innocent smile.
It was Nyla.
“Ohh it's you again”
She went outside and within the period of two minutes she came with a bowl on her hands and kept it beside me.
“Eat my friend for you have rested enough”
She is actually the best friend to Silas and also her hidden love but doesn't know how to expose it to him.
Nyla voss is actually a nice and a caring person after all.
I thought to myself.
I was determined to find my true self and unravel the mystery behind those repeated flashes of memories and dreams I seldom have.
It was the late hours of the night when Nyla came into the room with curiosity written all over her face she sat beside me and calmly asked.
“ I'd be much grateful if you could brief me about your life and where you are coming from Amira”
Raising my eyes towards her I saw the eagerness to know more about me and I could also sense that suspicious look in her eyes.
“Well! I am Amira cross from the last bloodhound of my clan and I was rejected by my alpha because he thot I was cursed so I was banished from my land.”
“ There's a lot about me that I can't tell you now Nyla but as time goes you will know more.”
Nyla stood up went out and brought in a sharp blade and handed it over to me.
“This was given to me by my grandfather before he died.”
“This is my most treasured thing Amira.”
“I would like you to get a serious sleep tonight, we have a training tomorrow at the woods.”
Nyla left.
(The next morning)
Gradually opening my eyes just to see that it was morning already.
For a decade of time I haven't slept this great and enjoyed it and it seems like the sun should never rise but on a second thought I was fully ready for the training at the woods.
I got up to see the beauty of nature outside as the sun was already setting only to see Nyla about to come get me for the training.
So I just had to turn around and draw my new treasure given to me by my new friend.
And we headed to the woods.
“The existing bloodbound Pov: Amira's mirage Calmly touching and gazing at the alter my eyes went straight to the write-ups on the alter.“ What could be the meaning of all these write-ups Silas?”“Those are ancient monuments of the past kept for memories and records.”Silas took me to his house which was located at the left end of the woods.(At Silas house)Silas offered me a seat.I could barely eat due to the annoyance and flashes of the past hovering in my head.“You have to eat something and rest your head Amira, you know you have gone through a lot to be still thinking of the past”Silas said.“Or maybe she needs something chilled to calm her nerves uhn”That was the voice of Nyla voss coming from behind.My head was seriously banging with flashes of memories from the past that I could hardly hear what Silas was saying.“Hello pretty, how are you?”“ My name is Nyla and it's a pleasure to meet you.”Nyla was gazing at me with a faint smile expecting a “Hi” in return but got n
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