{The Hencher Mistress’ POV} “It’s Anne. Can you tell a story— the story of how a mother had to give up her child for the greater good.”“You’re about to die and Ciril who is out there wandering through the forest needs to know about the beginning so make me the new narrator by telling me.” I heard those words and I understood. I had lost so much blood but then I could afford to tell the tale before my life quenched.I started…**[Flashback To 17 Years Ago]I have not always been the Hencher Mistress of the Palace…I once had a daughter and a sick husband. But then my husband died from his sickness. He had been a General in the Royal army, hence why I was a mistress, but then his sickness killed him. My daughter and I were left alone but then life was still good— I loved my daughter and lived for her and my responsibility in her life made the pain of losing my husband go away soon.And so life was good.I was one of the esteemed Mistresses of the Palace and I lived my life to the fu
{Prince Landon’s POV} We were in the Private Quarters. By we, I mean my mother, Abasha, Ivanka, Dylan, Anita, Balif, and some other guards. Weirdly, Anne was here too and I wondered what she was doing here since I had gotten used to her weird absence from our lives recently. But then I didn’t really care. Thinking of how strange Anne had become was the last thing on my mind. We were all together, and there was a momentary silence but then the uneasiness on everyone’s faces was screaming. There were also periodical bouts of outbursts.“How? How is this possible? It doesn’t make sense.”That was Abasha’s bout of outburst. “That slave doesn’t deserve it.” “Yes, you’re right. She must have done something to influence the process. She’s too wretched and filthy to be chosen! I mean, she’s a fucking slave!” That was Ivanka responding to Abasha. “This is bad, man. This is really bad” That was Dylan— standing before me and trying to get me into the conversation.I was seated on a woo
{Prince Landon’s POV} I was in my chambers now.Two days had passed and I hadn’t gone out. I was supposed to be out deploying scouting troops to go to distressed packs and help them with the Feral situation— especially now that they are growing in numbers, but I didn’t go. I didn’t feel like doing anything so I had instructed Dylan to take over that duty and similar ones for the time being, because…I was confused. I was disturbed.But I was mostly angry. I was angry at fate for doing this to me. It didn’t make sense to be angry at fate but then I couldn’t help it. I had to blame someone or something as I couldn’t blame myself. I was clean and ready on my part. I had made myself righteous for the moon goddess and she had freaking embarrassed me in front of the people of the Reigns— made a fool out of me. I slammed my fist on the stool next to me now. That was the fourth one I was breaking over the past two days. Thankfully, I had so many more stools in my Chambers. They were
{Prince Landon’s POV} I walked up to the man they were pulling towards me and then I realized he wasn’t really struggling. The warriors were just being extra dramatic. Nonetheless, I didn’t mind, or didn’t care. They dragged him and stopped him before me and I gave him a head-to-toe glance before looking at his face. “Leave us.” I told the warriors who were around us and they all bowed and left. But Balif, he’s been acting very prompt and faithful recently so I’ve grown a bit fond of him so that I’ve made him one of my escort guards. Lately, I’m easily piqued and don’t need entourage Guards who would annoy me when I issued them commands, and Balif was forthcoming in that aspect. “Walk with me.” I told the Seer as he straightened his cloth which the guards had roughened and soiled. He had a pure white cloth in his hand but he didn’t use it to clean his body. He only used his other hand. And then he promptly started walking with me after making a gentle bow. “What is your name?” I
{Ciril's POV} I was wrapped in a robe from head to toe, with my face scarfed.And then I was experiencing the hunger for three stomachs. I was very tired too but then all these things combined weren’t the most disturbing things to me at the moment. There are some other things. Strange things and stranger things have been happening to me recently. I don’t understand them, that’s why I’ve tagged them as strange.Let’s start with the strange.Strangely, I’ve been getting memory flashes of a scene. Well, maybe not memory, but I’ve been getting these flashes of a particular night— probably the night of the full moon when I had been with the Hencher Mistress.I was getting flashes of my eyes glowing and me looking very furious while killing someone. In these flashes, I don’t see the face of the person being killed by me as my hands are always placed on the person’s head… before I would smash the person’s head. It was unsettling that I was murdering someone— that brutally. But it was mor
{Ciril’s POV} Of all the visible things and people in the Reigns, I didn’t expect to see Clord. Heck, I didn’t expect to see anyone that I knew out here. But now I had seen Clord, and I was doing his bidding.We were running like a mad dog.I didn’t understand a single bit what was happening but then I was doing as Clord had said because considering everyone that was about me now, he was the one I knew to an extent. He was before me as we darted furiously out of the FogHoulst Pack and back onto the sandy paths that led to the forests and other locations. But then we headed for the forest. Clord was running so fast that it was hard to keep up with him— he was the madder dog. Meanwhile, I was getting tired now so I turned to see if the few people who had been chasing us had stopped chasing us and returned to being the people I had been admiring in the market area.I made a quick head swivel and what I saw next made me tense, even while running. I almost tripped and fell.The number
{Ciril’s POV} “Follow me!” I bellowed to Clord now as I started towards the fairly big hole I spotted in the rocky walls. We were running away from the Ferals and not looking back. Mad Dog round 2.“Where are you going?! Do you know where this hole leads to?!” Clord quizzed me loudly as he trailed hastily after me. The Ferals were just behind us.Their guttural and harsh growling allowed us to keep track of this. “I don’t.. I don’t know!” I yelled back. “But just follow me!” I voiced and he yelled back.“We are going to die!” He bawled just as we jumped into the darkness of the tunnel path. I could understand why he would think that. This could end up being a dead end… where we would be trapped and serve as food for the crazy bunch of Ferals.They were tearing up the tracks behind us and this ended up being a dead end, there would be no escaping for us. I knew this but I still wanted to risk it.. and for some strange reason, I trusted the risk. The tunnel-way was lined with glow
{Ciril’s POV} “So tell me how you knew there would be a Steam lake back there when we were still in those tunnels?” Clord asked me now.It was a new day and we had left that cave to go and search for something to eat since I was almost dying. And now he quizzed me even though he knew I was tired and famished.“And how were you so certain of where to go in those tunnels?” He asked me his second question when I didn’t respond to the question.I had my hood on and a scarf over my mouth so that while I looked at him now, he only saw my eyes. “I don’t know.” I responded. “It was more like a feeling I got.” I explained and he grew a slight frown. “That means that you guessed.” He muttered. “You’re a hypocrite. You know that?” He said to me and I grew confused. “Earlier yesterday when I guessed and landed us in that pond, you criticized me for almost killing us if I had guessed wrongly and landed us on rocks, but then you also did the same thing yesterday. You guessed when you ran throu
{Ciril’s POV} [TRIGGER WARNING: This Chapter might be a bit too violent and Gory… maybe.]The night was here and the crescent moon lit up the skies— along with the fairly numerous Palace lights.The wind was in the air and there were random cries of agony being heard. And I felt good.I had three hands with me instead of two and it felt amazing. Dolores's hand was in my grip and I stared at her now as she cried in pain. It felt so satisfying knowing that I was with the body part she once-upon-a-time used to smack me, pull my hair, punch me in the face, and so on.Just this body part— her hand, had caused me so much pain and tears at nights when I would go to bed bleeding, and now I looked at it with such amusement seeing that it had been this fragile all along.“You’ll.. you’ll suffer for this!” Ivanka yelled at my face now as she poured out heavy pants before me. I took my gaze off Dolores’s hand and looked at her.“You’ll pay if you hurt her or me!” Her voice came out even louder
{Ciril’s POV} I lunged at the Alpha Queen, wanting to grasp her and begin her own sequence of torture but then these idiots jumped in the way. These weak idiots who swore their loyalties to her. Her warriors.In her defense, a whole lot of them stormed at me even though it was pretty obvious they didn’t want to. They were scared but did it nonetheless and I saw it as bravery.I was impressed by it but then I was going to teach them a lesson for it.I bashed some bodies to the ground with two arm swings now and then I growled as more warriors came at me meanwhile the Alpha Queen was escaping. She ran further away towards the Alpha building. I hadn’t thought this through. I had wanted to scourge the Alpha Queen but then I had forgotten that I was greatly outnumbered and would have to kill my way through.Well, I’m not complaining.Killing has recently become my new and persistent hobby. The warriors surrounded me now and were spread out over a great distance, and taking in the sight
{Ciril’s POV} “Hi.”You know, I once quivered anytime I spoke to the Alpha Queen or Ivanka or any other esteemed bitch in this Palace… but now?I’ve never felt so confident. It felt amazing knowing that they dreaded my presence and not the other way around. It was a really incredible feeling. It felt amazing seeing Ivanka, the same vile Cunt that always reigned her devilry and aggressiveness upon me— it felt amazing seeing her tremble before me now.One word, “Hi” and I felt all their pulses rise. I decided to be as slow as possible in order to enjoy the moment to the fullest. I decided to take my time.— go to them one by one.I rested my gaze on Ivanka now, and I smirked. My first specimen. She was scowling at me and breathing heavily in her attempt to hide her uneasiness. She looked stupid. I wished I could tell her that. Oh, wait. I could.“Hi, Ivanka. You look stupid.” I said now and she tensed at me addressing her before she scowled.“You think being the Champion means an
{Ciril’s POV} I spilled blood and I reigned chaos… .. but then I was only just getting started.Weirdly, there were only a couple of warriors left for me to kill— a litter of about fifteen of them after I had just killed dozens. It was weird because I expected the Alpha Queen to send the entire Garrison after me since she knew I was here.Anyhoo…I punched my claws into the throat of one of the warriors just as he tried to attack me, and with the force of my bashing, his head instantly separated from his body and just stayed there on my claws.I used it to smash into the head of another attempting Cunt— skull collided with skull and they both cracked.“AHHH!” I heard the yell of a new warrior who was trying to be brave as he raced toward me with every aggressiveness he could offer. He got to me but just as he swung his blow for my head, I bent down and swept him off his feet with my hand grabbing his leg. I held him up in the air and growled at the rest of them so that they tremble
{Ciril’s POV} “Woah.”“Oh my...”Those, among several others, were the comments from Clord and Feryt. It was a few hours past midday and the once-clear clouds had suddenly gone dark… because of me. I was raging as I focused my eyes on these very walls that had caged me with gloom and torment. I was heaving now and as a result, Clord and the others knew that the sky’s fury was my doing— a reflection of my grief and rage. It was thundering loudly now and the wind all around us was beginning to grow wilder. I reveled in the pending ChaosI was about to resume my trail towards the Palace but then a voice stopped me. “Ciril?” The voice said beside me now and I instantly veered my gaze to the side to see Feryt. She trembled slightly with my gaze.“What do we do now?” She asked me. She spoke loudly since the wind was getting more fierce by the second and crowding the silence as a result. The skies thundered again.“Stay here.” I said now with my scowl evident on my face. “Stay here until
{Ciril’s POV} I didn’t say a word.I didn’t say a word to any of them. All I did was walk, trek, trudge— all of them. And this made us go faster.At the pace we were going, I calculated that we might actually get to the Palace in a day— or not. After some hours of my ignorance and my fast traveling, they stopped me.By they, I mean the democratic bunch— Feryt, Clord, and Gordius. Feryt was their leader or representative this time around and she crept before me to prevent me from moving forward.I scowled at her when she suddenly appeared before me. “Ciril, we need to talk.” She told me. I shifted to the side and slipped past her, continuing onwards but then she was stubborn so that she trailed after me and blocked my trail again.“Ciril, stop! Just stop and listen, okay?!” She said with a stern tone and was immediately joined by Gordius on her right and Clord on her left. As usual, Gordius was annoyingly confident with his old face while Clord looked frightened by me but then the
{Ciril’s POV} “What?”“What?”Anika and I said simultaneously.Her ‘What’ was the first one. I looked at her just as she looked at me, and then we both looked at Gordius who had initiated the confusion.“Oh, I’m going to like this.” Clord said as he sat down on the ground beside one of the Bears. It growled at him so he shifted away to a new position before refocusing his gaze upon us and smiling.I glared at him. “Stand up. I told you we’re not stopping yet.” I said to him and then I turned to Gordius.“For the last time, stop messing with me, Gordius.” I told him and then I looked between Feryt and Anika. “Let’s keep moving.” I said and then turned to continue on my way. “I’m not messing with you, Ciril.” I heard Gordius’ voice again. “This girl right here is the one who will train you.” I halted. And then I spun around and started trudging to him with my bashful intent— I clenched my fist tight. I was done hearing his voice so it was time to shut him up… since he didn’t want to
Chapter 145 {Ciril’s POV} Morning came, and with it a new creed.A vengeful one. I got up with my heart evidently beating— it knew today marked the beginning of something significant. Something chaotic.I sat outside on a log of wood in between the guards of both of my Bears. I sat there motionlessly and waited for the rest to wake up. And eventually, they did. After several minutes, they strolled out simultaneously to see me seated motionlessly with my eyes closed. I was now meditating. I hated the concept but then yesterday had made me realize that it was an important concept and that Gordius was right. My emotions were controlling me and I needed to work on making it the other way round. I need to be the one in control. But then at the end of the day, I didn’t really care that I was being ruled by my emotions since I could still kill my enemies in that State. I only cared now because I didn’t want anything to jinx my fighting over at the Palace since Gordius said that meditati
{Ciril’s POV} I touched the twin half-love-shaped metal bracelets on my wrist now Erin just gave me the most shocking but relieving news.The Hencher Mistress was alive. All this time I had just been hoping— praying that she hadn’t died that day, but then over time, realization started to sink in and I started to welcome the fact that I may have lost her.— since I had recalled how fatal-looking the wound on her belly was, plus she had betrayed the Palace by helping me and I had left her in the hands of those wretches. All these conditions put together didn’t seem like a combination that the Hencher Mistress would survive in her condition and so I had spent frequent nights crying about it and hating myself for leaving her can there that day. … but now it turns out that I had concluded wrongly. All this while, I had grieved and beaten myself up in vain for the Hencher Mistress was alive.My mother was alive.Fresh tears glossed up my eyes now and Anika and the others noticed this a