After the world went dark around me, it felt like I was encased in a massive block of ice. It consumed me with each passing moment I remained there. Strangely, it brought me a sense of peace. Should I surrender to it, close my eyes, and give in to the comforting numbness? I was so tired; I doubted I could stay conscious much longer. But then, out of nowhere, something warm reached me. It began in the hand Kaden had held in his death grip, spreading to my heart, and from there, it gradually permeated my entire body. It melted the frozen ice that trapped me in the depths of my mind. I could breathe again. The warmth called to me, drawing me in like a moth to a distant light. The light grew brighter the closer I got to it. I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of Kaden’s sleeping chambers. Memories of Kaden rushed back, igniting my anger anew. As I tried to sit up, I felt something heavy on my feet. I lifted my head to find Merilla curled up at the end of the bed. Turning slig
Merilla wagged her tail, happy to hear I still wanted to explore with her. “ Very well, but remember, you’re staying at your own risk,” he said harshly. “ From now on, I won’t bother you. Deon and the others are at your disposal if you need help with your search.” “ Thank you, Kaden.” “ Just promise me you’ll take them with you if you decide to explore the kingdom.” I nodded, giving him a friendly smile. He stared at me blankly for a moment, lips parted as if to say something, but then he left, leaving me somewhat disappointed. What had he wanted to say? The next morning, I was disappointed to see the chair next to the bed was empty. He hadn’t returned. I must be insane; I wanted him to leave me alone, but now that he was gone, I missed him. His dark, mesmerizing eyes with splashes of red haunted my thoughts. Pushing the feeling aside, I turned my attention to Merilla, who was still on the bed. She stretched comfortably when one of the healers entered. “ Oh, you’re up! That
I sit beneath the ancient oak tree, the only witness to my mother’s passing and my own silent cries.The sound of the wind whirling through the grass is like a soothing hum, like a lullaby to my soul, calming my nerves and making me feel relaxed. I looked at the farm, the place that had been my sanctuary and my burden. The weight of my grief felt crushing, like a heavy fog that refused to lift as every corner of the house seemed to whisper memories of my foster mom, leaving me gasping for air, searching for a glimpse of the comfort and love she once provided. The loss of my foster Mom was a heavy anchor of grief dragging me down, its heavy chain wrapping around my heart, making every breath a struggle, every thought a painful reminder of what I’d lost. I have been juggling my career and trying to run the entire farm on my own, but lately the farm has gotten in the way of my career, and I do not want to lose my job at the vet. I like my job and I love working with animals, bu
It felt like I was destined for something else, like I didn't belong here anymore. Whenever I would get that feeling I would just push it aside and ignore it. I had a life here and I had the farm, what else did I need, and where else would I go? The more I pushed the feeling aside, the more I would hear the voice in my head. It will always say the same thing over and over again, telling me that it is coming for me and that it will be here soon. Fear would creep up on me, making it difficult for me to sleep at night.“ Meara…” I jolted, glancing around, but there was no one. The fields were empty, the only sound the rustling of wheat and distant calls of birds. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “ I’m going mad.” I muttered to myself.The voice was clearer now, a gentle, melodic sound that tugged at something deep within me. I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. “ who’s there?” I called out, but only silence answered me. The whispers continued, drawing m
Without warning, I went to sit down on an old tree stump covered with moss. The moss covered over the stump looked like a soft sheep’s wool blanket spread across a neatly made bed, making it ever so tempting to lie down on. The fox noticed that I was not following her anymore, making her stop dead in her tracks, retracing her steps back to me. “ Come Meara, we must keep moving.” She said, but I was too tired to even move. “ It is not far anymore. You just have to hold out a little while longer. The waterfall is just on the other side of those tall trees.” “ I understand that you want to continue walking, but I am just too tired to go any farther.” “ I understand that you are tired, but just think, when we reach our destination you would be that much closer to finding a nice comfortable bed to sleep in.” Hearing the fox say that, bought me a new found energy that I did not know I could conjure after walking almost the entire night. “ That’s the spirit!” S
Being tired and drained from the long nights walk, I did not notice approaching a huge stone wall with a big wooden door. Without realizing, I find myself gaping at the sight. It looked like it had been here for ages as it was covered with moss and vines. Merilla stood in front of the door as if waiting for someone to open it. I was just about to reach for the door when it opened, revealing two guards dressed in full armor, looking like something out of an old medieval book or movie. Without any questions, they let us in. Merilla simply nod her head and walked past them like they knew her for ages. The two guards closed the door once we entered and stood guard in front of the door again. Peering my gaze away from the guards, I now realize the magnificent place we are at. It was like we traveled back in time centuries ago when there was no cars and phones. Some people have wooden wagons for transporting items through the small farmers-market, and others carry items by ha
Sitting down, a wave of exhaustion sweeps over me like a heavy rainfall. My eyelids grow heavy, and despite my best efforts to stay awake, I find myself dozing off on the bench.( Kaden )The past few months, I could feel the darkness surfacing from inside me, clawing its way out, eager to consume what little good I still had left. The council members had warned me to find a mate before the darkness completely overtook my body, but their words felt like a distant echo in a void of despair. They believed that finding a true mate would save me, prevent me from turning, but I was skeptical, filled with doubt and frustration. Finding a mate was one of the rarest and most elusive quests, and I had searched tirelessly for the last thirty years, my hope dwindling with each passing day. The council’s relentless nagging over the past few years had only added to my burden. They had paraded countless suitors before me, hoping one of them might be my destined mate, but my heart remained unmov
When I went outside, I saw someone lying on a bench by the fountain. I didn’t know who it was, but I noticed they had very long hair that was as white as snow. It was hanging down from the bench, blowing gently in the breeze. It looked like a white sheer curtain waving in the wind. It looked so soft and silky, almost making me want to reach out and touch it. I felt drawn to the person on the bench, so I quietly walked closer. With each step, my heart beat faster and faster. Then, I saw her face, and my heart almost stopped. It started racing like crazy. It was like I was under a spell. It was her, my mate! She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Her skin is as smooth as porcelain, and her lips are full and inviting. All I wanted to do was kiss her. Before I knew it, I was kneeling beside her, gazing at her lips. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. She’s got me under a spell. The moment our lips touched, my desire to search for her disappeared. It’s lik