Who Are You

Aubrey’s POV

With a loud gasp, I jerked up to see myself in a dark place. It felt as though I had just been pulled out of water. I closed my eyes in a bid to try remember how I ended up here but came up with nothing which meant one thing I was either dead or a miracle had taken place.

Unconsciously my hand moved to the position where I had bashed my head against the rock while battling with high tides, as my hand traced over that spot it surprised me that I wasn’t bleeding anymore neither did it hurt like before.

Seeing the place healed and not bleeding, without being told anything, I stood gently gazing around everywhere which by the way was pitch black and upon every step I took the darkness surrounded her me.

Memories of myself drowning flashed making me wince and shut my eye, it was dark and I could feel myself sinking down below with his words surrounding me and clouding my mind.  This point it then hit me that I did what I have always done all these years…I ran and let him win when in the first place Kendrick wasn’t worth dying for.

This was definitely not a miracle, I had died like a coward and weak person that I had always acted like, I opened my eyes in regret before staring into the abyss of darkness surrounding me.  just then I heard a drip echo in darkness causing fear to take grip of my body.

I was convinced that it was my mind playing scary tricks on me so I tried focusing my mind on positive things, my curiosity wanted to know if I was indeed dead or in between but above all what laid in the darkness that surrounded me.

"Hello!" I called out, gazing around although it looked like my eyelids were closed due to the darkness. I heard a very light whisper making chills crawl up my spine as I wondered what it could be.

"Is anyone here!" I yelled louder, this time her voice giving an echo, I wasn’t going to let fear define me anymore removing the scary thoughts of what laid around me I walked carefully trying to find a way out.

It seemed endless like an abyss because the more I wandered the darker it became if that was even possible.

"Child" A gentle melodic whisper suddenly said, it sent shivers down my spine giving me a sense of calm that I had longed for. “who’s there?” I asked, not letting my guard down as that voice could even be a trap. I looked around even though I could see nothing, trying to trace where the voice came from.

Could it be that I was indeed I the middle? I haven’t crossed over to the other side?

I heard stories of the thin line in between life and death, could it be that this was the place because I still couldn’t understand why I was here doing nothing and alone.

A pang of hope and desperation filled me, it could be that maybe I was taken back in time to Kendrick’s embarrassment and was given a second chance to prove myself to the world.

“Aubrey?” I heard her call out once more, this time she seemed closer and it was almost like she was walking towards me.

"Who Are You?" I breathed out shakily. My instincts just told me that whoever this person was close so I reached out my hand out in the dark.

"Aubrey'' Her voice got closer.

"I can feel the yearning of your heart child but I wonder what you are searching for here?" From the dark a light bloomed out, then a figure stepped out as she said the latter.

The lady was an epitome of beauty, her skin smooth and glossy, her face perfectly sculpted with cat-like beauty eyes and hair like a sunray.

In her presence, I felt calm and peaceful beyond explanation.

"Who are you?" I asked in awe.

"I am Lyla" the woman replied calmly making my heart thump hard, I didn’t any magician to inform that I was dead and was never saved, my tears dropped, as I hoped that she was dreaming or hallucinating.

"The Angel of Death?" I questioned finally after staring so intently at her with eyes so full of wonder and fear.

"Why are you here? Who am I kidding you are Death. I mean why am I here? I am supposed to be dead and you had allowed it too so why am I here?" I questioned loudly that my voice had an edge to it.

“Your soul longs for something I owe you” the lady began with a soft voice, one that melted away the anger that was beginning to fill me up.

“Revenge?” I asked with a soft smile appearing on my face.

“No” and with that it went dark again, before I could say another thing, I was pulled down making me let out an inaudible scream and for the second time, my eyes flew open.

Confusion filled me up as I wondered where I was again, I tried jerking up like I had down earlier on but strings of pain shot up my arms making me gasp.

I struggled to stand up one more time and suddenly two beautiful women rushed to my side to help me, I frowned as my eyes took in my surrounding.

I was in an all-white bedroom with two women that looked like angels, my mind immediately toyed with the thought that I was dead and this was heaven. The two women constantly asked me how I was feeling whilst using the word princess making me more confused.

Seeing I was not giving a response, they both began whispering before finally excusing themselves after taking permission from a very shocked me. My thoughts were still running wild women suddenly a woman barged into the room with the woman behind her.

She had a look in her eyes I could decipher, she stood studying me for a while before taking baby steps towards me with tear trailing down her cheeks as she stared at me, “My sweet child” she said as she got to here I staring at her and as though she had waited so long to do this, her soft palm found my face.

“Who Are You?”

“Princess Emerald, this is your….” One of the women started but was interrupted by the woman who had entered behind her, without warning she rushed to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, I held back from letting out a scream due to the pain in my joints.

“Emerald?” she whispered and before I could ask who this Emerald they were referring to was she added, “I can’t believe the day when you would be in my arms would ever come my way”.

Unable to stop her, I just let her cry in my arms despite the fact that I was feeling sore. She stayed like that for a while and as though she remembered that I was hurt she immediately let m go before letting out series of remorseful apologies.

“Emerald” she squeaked hoping to get a reply from me, “who is that?” I finally asked tired of being referred to as girl she had obviously loved and maybe had died. It did feel good to be loved after dying but I didn’t have the heart to take someone else’s identity because I was searching for love.

Before she answered my question I added, “Who are you? And why do you even keep on referring to me as princess?”

She gasped as I said that before shaking her head but my curious nature just couldn’t help but ask more questions, “where am I?”, “my head aches so badly and honestly I can’t think well now!”

“I am sorry we let you go” she whispered before busting into more tears, “if by any chance I hadn’t lost you due to my carelessness then maybe all these wouldn’t have happened to you my baby”.

“I am sorry but I am not your emerald, I am….” I was Interrupted by a figure I didn’t even know had entered the room, I raised my head to meet his eye and felt a spark of recognition but I still didn’t know hum. My eyes searched for the other women only to realize that they had left the room.

“you are Emerald”, their persistence made feel as though there was something they knew that they weren’t telling me at all which angered me.

“you are a royal lycan, that’s why you didn’t completely give up the ghost after jumped off the cliff”.

I stared at him like he had lost his mind, “and who are you?” I asked in confusion making him smile softly.

“I am the Lycan King and your dad, (pointing at the woman who was sobbing, he said) she is your mother”

I gave her a long hard stare and the more I stared the more she looked like an older version of myself, I was then handed a paper which I opened in a haste.

“your father was running alongside the river when he had smelled you, you had a distinguished smell and only a royal member could ever have a royal smell, we took a test and the results of DNA testing was 99% positive”

Unable to stop myself I busted into tears as everything that bad happened before I had jumped off filled my mind, “why would you ever think of ending your life?” I heard my mom ask making me bust into more tears.

They seemed to understand because they both pulled me into a hug and I felt at home.

In their arms, I stopped crying under my birth parents’ comfort, “I thought I was human” I began amidst sobs making my mom join me in sobbing.

“I had to rely on others for protection amidst attacks” I continued and this time they gave me space and let me tell my story, “my friends and family treated me well but that didn’t prevent me from being an outcast in others eyes”.

I found myself yearning for my mom’s warmth and she gave it, in her arms I told them what had led to my emotional breakdown, from Kendrick’s rejection to my adoption news, when I was done Mom began apologizing for making e go through hell.

After I had calmed down, dad then said “our lycan get to choose our mates, which is different from normal werewolves who have fated mates, and there are rare cases where a lycan is mated to a werewolf just like yours”

“I am sorry we hadn’t held you tighter when you were younger, we were scared because of the war and had thought hiding you would keep you safe, words can never explain the joy your presence had brought back here”.

“we may have missed out from the beginning of your life but never again would any harm come your way my princess”.

Lying in bed, my mind did a quick review of what had happened from the time Kendrick had rejected and embarrassed me until now, I had died and come back , I had also learned from them that she was lost in her childhood, they found everywhere but failed finding me.

Their faces told me how excited they were to have found me even though I was jo an adult, I felt safe especially in my mom’s arms, it almost felt as though there lied my peace.

I had also learnt from my father that Lycan are completely human before we turn, and the turning process would take nearly two years. Then I will have my own lycan, I was excited but also felt afraid to learn that I was going to be trained as the next leader. I was afraid that I couldn’t be a qualified lycan king with a lack of training for years.

I was afraid but the thought that I could exert my revenge on Kendrick was enough to have me motivated. They would never see me coming.