Ambrosia Lyrics Alesana Novels & Stories

"I didn't know he would… I didn't know it would be so cruel…" "I kept a recording," he said, pulling out a small device. "Of the Alpha giving the order. I was always too afraid to give it to you, but now… I think you deserve to know the truth." I pressed play. The old Alpha's deep voice filled the hall, every word crystal clear: "That half-breed is in the way. She's making Kaelen weak, unfit to be Alpha. Contact the Blood Moon pack, tell them to move tonight. Remember, I want her unfit to ever be Luna."

Her next words sounded like both music and poison to my ears as my chest burned with so many feelings that I couldn’t understand. “Alessandro?”

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

“Never cut your hair. The gods have commanded it.” “Why?” Samnom asked confused. “That’s how it is,” Alysin replied. As Samnom watched a soft breeze stirred and Alysin began to disappear before his eyes. Her legs seemed to become glowing embers which blew away on the breeze. She seemed to dissolve from the bottom up. “May the gods bless you,” Samnom said as he watched her face disappear on the wind. He thought he heard the breeze whisper, “Thank you.” Alysin’s arms disappeared last and the embers seemed to race down her arms until her hands simply blew out of his grasp and he was left alone with the dying embers of the fire.

In the background of this trance like state that Ambrosius and I were currently in, I could hear Alveric awkwardly clearing his throat. “So, um, anyone mind telling me what is going on here?” Alveric asked out loud only to be ignored because Ambrosius and I were too busy doing our own thing. “My sweet amor. You are so beautiful. I have waited so long to find you and now that I have, I am so happy I waited for you. You are so worth the wait. Such a sweet name, Achlys (Ak-liss). So dark yet so wonderful. We shall celebrate tonight!” Ambrosius exclaimed as he threw his arms in the air and turned around as if an awaiting audience was behind him.

Ambrosia was angry about something and it showed as the pheromones she realized were bitter and sad. “My lady, does anything trouble you? You are distressed?” Michelle said as she served her more wine as Ambrosia took the wine glass, twirled it in her hands and swallowed the content in a single go, and dropped it to be refilled. “Trouble me. Of course I am troubled. Why wouldn’t I be when nothing is going as planned in this accursed place. Haven’t you noticed that I am being treated as invincible around here?” She said as she spat it out with anger.

Alayna began glancing around nervously. "Alayna. I'm glad you're here. I wish for you to meet some friends." Elsewhere "HAHAHA!" Ah yes that's it! Oh I haven't felt such grief and agony since our contract was formed! I warned you! I warned all of you! You arrogant bastards!" Alesia began laughing hysterically sitting on a rock overseeing the city. "Aaaaah it's -" She began but froze as she felt a tingling sensation creep up her spine. A dark mist ankle deep began creeping forward surrounding her and the surroundings.

Aldus said, voice deep and sharp as ice. Amber’s laughter cut immediately. Her eyes snapped to Aldus—burning. Slowly, she began chanting under her breath, “Aldus. Aldus. Aldus…” Her grin widened with each repetition, “I’m surprised you’re still here,” she said. “And that you haven’t sensed anything.” Aldus’ brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” Amber gasped theatrically, covering her mouth. “Oh! Didn’t you know?”

He was scared that her injuries must have been hurting her. “Yes, I am,” she replied with determination. Alyssa looked at the valley, at the white flowers that the equine was trampling, and beyond. She remembered what Fenris told about her father’s ashes being spread in the valley. Those flowers were called alyssum. She was named Alyssa. She felt so close to her father that for the first time a shiver ran through her body at the connection she felt. “Fenris, can you halt for a minute?” she requested. “Sure,” he said with an alarmed look. “Is your head hurting? What about your ankle?”

Aislen was gestured in by a smiling Daisy, and her hands taken by the women on either side, their thoughts on the spell and their own personal prayers. Their song changed as they began to move, a step followed by a shuffle and then another step, in and then out and around again in the opposite direction. With the singing, the darkening sky, the scent of the herbs and flowers in the baskets, and the roaring fire, Aislen found herself laughing and smiling in a wild sort of euphoria.