The kingdom was a sight to behold. As I made my way through its winding streets, the layout was reminiscent of a grand chessboard. Immaculately paved roads branched out in all directions, leading to various parts of the kingdom. Lush gardens adorned the pathways, bursting with vibrant flowers in every color imaginable. Statues and fountains graced every corner, depicting historical figures and mythical creatures, bringing life to the kingdom's rich heritage. The main house stood at the heart of the kingdom, an impressive structure that exuded elegance and power. Its towering turrets reached towards the heavens, and its stained glass windows caught the light in a dazzling display of colors. Guarded by tall, imposing gates, the main house seemed impenetrable, a symbol of the monarchy's authority. As I hurried through the grand entrance, I found myself inside a vast atrium. Marble pillars lined the walls, lending an air of grandeur, while chandeliers hung from the c
In the middle of running away from the kingdom, I accidentally bumped into an old man which resulted in both of us stumbling to the ground. The wooden large basket he carry on his head also fell into the ground. Pieces of apples, tangerines, and mangoes were scattered all over the place. "I'm so sorry," I uttered while helping the old man pick the fruits and put them back into the basket. "No, it's all right, young man." humbly says the old man. "It's also my fault. I wasn't watching ahead of me. I'm so sorry." Right after putting the fruits back into the basket, I approached the old man cautiously, aware of the worry etched on his weathered face. The wrinkles deepened as he studied me, suspicion lingering in his gaze. I could feel his apprehension, mirroring my own unease. Underneath the weight of our shared concerns, I mustered the courage to break the silence. "Excuse me, sir. I'm lost and in need of some guidance," I said softly, trying to hide the an
"They're here, Ethan!" Hunter uttered. Despite him having the hard to breathe because of the deep wounds all over his face, he still manage to crack his lips and turned them into a smile. "You mean, the villagers?" I asked back, my voice barely above a whisper. Similar to Hunter Grey, I could barely move my arms and legs at the moment. We got beaten up a few times. Stumbled to the ground just to dodge their weapons being struck on us. To our immense surprise, some of the king's men plummeted to the ground, cries of pain and surprise cutting through the chaos. Right after that, the ground shook beneath our feet as if an earthquake was rumbling through the battlefield. Yet, it was no earthquake that shook the ground—it was the courage and determination of the villagers, Hunter's loyal friends. In a stunning display of unity and bravery, the villagers rallied to our aid. They charged forth, armed with whatever makeshift weapons they could find, their eyes filled
He even preceded me to ask the question. Even though we are still in the middle of a crisis against the king and his men, it was undeniable that Aiden got excited as though nothing happened between us in their time. My wolf still has tons of questions for him but his overflowing excitement also brought me faith and hope. So instead of bombarding him, I shrugged off and walked side by side toward our horses. As soon as the four of us are settled on our respective horses, Luciana and Hunter led us the way to our uncertain journey toward the future - the only place we call home. The horses' hooves clattered against the ground as we began our journey, leaving behind the comfort of familiarity. We traversed mountains, rivers, and forests, the changing scenery a testament to the vastness of the world. The wind tousled our hair, and the scent of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of the forests. Days turned into nights, and yet we remained committed to our quest.
"It seems that we are in the right place," Hunter replied, his voice calm to help us ease our trembling nerves. "We are here to seek help from you, old witch." "And it took you ten years to finally give me a visit, future boy!" the woman replied before she chuckled. "You knew about me, don't you?" Hunter frowned. He then helped us up and lit up our torches, giving us the perfect view of the woman's awful appearance. "How could I not? I have been a witch for centuries," she said back. "It was written in the prophecy that a middle-aged man from the future will be lost in our time and will bring two more." Aiden and I did not get the chance to ask her what was bothering us when the woman, with a croaking voice, asked how she could be of help to us. Hunter Grey mustered his courage and stepped forward and asked her, "How we could harness our magic in this world? We need to get back to the future as soon as possible before the king and his men find us." With
"Are you really our mom?" were the faint words that came out of Aiden's voice, however, his voice was mixed with confusion and doubt. That was why even though I was standing next to him, I could barely hear his voice. The room was filled with heavy tension, as Aiden and I stood face-to-face with Luciana. It was an unexpected revelation that shattered our world, leaving us grappling with a mix of overwhelming emotions that were hard to absorb and process. Luciana herself seemed stunned and dumbfounded as if the weight of the truth had taken her by surprise. We were barely able to speak, our throats constricted by a thick veil of emotions. But our tear-strained eyes spoke volumes, revealing the trepidation, confusion, and surprise we felt. Amidst the deafening silence, Luciana finally found her voice. "The second I caught an eye on you back at the holding cell, I sensed something," she confessed, her voice trembling. "There was something about my blood, a leap that I cou
"What about the pack?" Aiden highly suggested it. "Perhaps if we go there, we could find Alpha Romulo. After all, he is one of the most powerful wolves I have ever known. Or at least one from the pack, right?" Everything began with Romulo's pack. His mansion has been the haven for the witches. They come and go without being noticed. And as far as I could remember before these terrible incidents happen to our world, the witches were furious at me for breaking the deal. I involved everyone, including Romulo's pack, believing that my plan of saving humanity will work, but it didn't. Perhaps this was the result of what I did. So I highly doubt Aiden's claim to be true. The pack, I believed, was the first target of the witches. Even if Romulo is a powerful alpha, his claws and fangs, or even his wealth don't stand a chance to someone who can cast magic. However, we can't stay in an empty school either. We need answers as soon as possible. I need to find someone to ask
"Yes. He's pretty alive." Dexter replied, his voice calm. "If you have more questions to ask, please, address them to Alpha Romulo. I am not allowed to give you more information about anything. My wolf was simply tonight's in charge to keep an eye on the mansion." Indeed, I had a lot of questions to ask Alpha Romulo. Questions that he was the only one who knows the answer. On the bright side, knowing that he was alive gives us faith and hope. Who could have thought the protective spell I cast two years ago remains strong and become their source of protection? But two years? Sorry, but it was pretty hard to believe when we just stayed in the past for weeks. Meanwhile, Aiden and I walked side by side, our spirits high, as Dexter confirmed the incredible news. Alpha Romulo and some of our werewolf guardians were still alive. For the past two years, they believed we perished in the battle against the witches, but now there was hope shining through. Dexter had confir