I was adorned in the finest jewelry, my dress was changed into a different attire that screamed wealth and something ancient. I felt like a queen, a ruler, something more than what I was. What I felt was the opposite of what my family had wanted me to feel. A tramp, nothing, trash. I winced as the memories of my father's voice came flooding back. The last words I had said to hm before he joyfully ended my life like it meant nothing.
The people were eager and excited to meet me. It was a foreign feeling that I couldn't quite place. I had never felt this way before.
"Great xaaji" I froze as I recognized the voice.
I turned sharply to see modi kneeling down before me, her head bowed and facing the ground "modi" I whispered.
I killed her friend. I killed makia.
I stumbled back, my excitement completely gone. Every positive emotion I had felt a second ago was replaced by something simister. My hand flew to my lips as I tried to stifle a gasp.
I felt out of breath, suffocated. Like I was locked in my stepmother's trunk again.
Modi doesn't like me, she wouldn't want me here. How could she ever like me when I killed her friend. I killed makia and she would always hate me. I drew in a shaky breath.
Wait, everyone here knew makia. They all knew her and were close to her. How could they truly want me when I killed one of their own. I killed someone they loved dearly and deeply. Being their master doesn't mean I'm free from that hate. Being their master meant I was responsible for every action I took. That was the one thing I had learnt from my father.
A single wet tear slipped down my cheek and my throat felt closed off. I clutched my chest tightly, my heart beating erratically. I can't breath. I can't breath. I can't breath.
Modi stared up at me, her brows furrowed together "are you alright great one"
"I'm so sorry" that was all I could say. That was all the comfort I could give her. An apology.
She seemed even more confused at my words "great one....." Her mouth opened and closed as her eyes darted from me to lylena in confusion "are you...."
"I'm so sorry" I said more softly.
I didn't deserve this, this wasn't mine to have.
"I'm sorry" I whispered again as I let my feet guide me away from everyone. In an instant, I was breezing past trees covered in snow.
I could hear the sound of my newfound name being called from behind me, but I didn't stop. I allowed my feet to move on their own accord.
My father had always told me that I always brought bad news. That I was the one thing the world shouldn't have created. A mistake. A bringer of destruction. The darkness at the end of a tunnel.
He was right.
I had spent only a short time with them yet I had brought death to their door. I had killed someone precious to them. There was never a WE, there's just ME. I could never be a part of anything. Who would want death at their door.
I have always been surrounded by people my entire life yet I felt completely alone. My family didn't want me, my mother didn't want me, even my mate didn't want me. I am forever destined to be desperately alone. Forever cursed to bring bad news.
I stopped running as my lungs gave out. I was exhausted. My knees buckled beneath me and I hit the snow covered ground. I stared up at the sky, my eyes blurred with tears that I held back. I clutched harder at my chest as a scream tore through my lips.
It hurts mother.
What was the point of anything. The war. my family. My life. Living. What was it all for? What was the point if I was made to bring destruction everywhere. How can I live if I must die in the end. What is the point of living when the final straw is death.
"You're immortal" lylena's words rang through my head. I was immortal, yet I bleed red.
"I give up" I muttered in defeat.
I closed my eyes as I let my wolf fangs out.They were short for an alpha's daughter, almost looking like an omega's fangs. But they would get the job done, swift and clean. I placed the sharp edge against the soft flesh of my wrist. Such a fragile being. Easy to create and easier to kill.
Father was right. I am a mistake.
"Mistakes need to be corrected"
BANG!
BANG!!
My eyes snapped open. A knot twisted in my stomach.
"Xaaji!!" Someone screamed in desperation.
Like a mother ready to defend, I stood up and In an instant I was moving through a force field. Every thought and plan I had earlier had been forgotten.
I had moved back to the village faster than I had left. It felt more like I had teleported. Every fibre of my being was screaming to protect.
"Great one!!" Another scream, this time more desperate.
"Lylena!" I yelled out, my voice echoing through every wall in the village. It had such power in it, that even I found it unbelievable.
I was at the centre of the village which seemed oddly familiar. My eyes scanned through the open clearing and my eyes lingered on one thing the most. it was a statue of a woman with white waist length hair and a snake crawling down her left hand. She was kneeling and her face was faced towards the heavens in despair, she looked fragile, delicate but the oversized sword she had in her right hand was a contrast to that image. She looked like a warrior in battle. Beside her was a black wolf, it was in a protective stance with its teeth bared out and ready to pounce. While the woman faced the right, the wolf faced the left. She was white and he was black. A contrast to one another yet they were a pair.
The villagers came out and surrounded me in a circle, their eyes holding a story untold. The jubilation and the feeling of festivities in the air was replaced by a feeling of sadness. Their sadness.
Something had happened in the few seconds I was gone. Something bad. Something dreadful.
What had happened? What was that sound I had heard? And most importantly, who called my name?