The Visions

Despite Jasper's answers, Isabella was still not convinced and she asked him again

"Why?” Her voice was soft but sharp with curiosity.

“Why help me?”

Jasper simply replied saying

“I have heard about the prophecy and what is coming scares me, and you are a part of it. The least I can do is to help protect you”

“The enemies of a new and united werewolf kingdom are everywhere and they will stop at nothing to stop all these from happening.”

“Who are these enemies?” she asked

He shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but they’re closer than you think. Be careful.”

As he was leaving he turned to her and said in a voice laced with warning.

“Trust no one, Isabella. Not even those you think you can.”

As Jasper left, Isabella was bored and she began to walk around the sanctuary until she came to a room filled with books. The room smelt damp and the books were all old obviously from age and use. As she looked through the books she found that they were filled with books and ancient texts from leaders of the packs who had been here before them, their stories of victories and losses and of wars fought in the past.

One book in particular caught her interest and she picked it up. The book was very old from years of use. As she opened it the book seemed to whisper to her it's ancient secrets. She could not understand most of the writings as they were written in codes. She opened it and the first words that came to her which she could understand made her shiver. She read the words aloud even though the room was empty.

“The Pure Alpha’s blood, in unity, will restore or destroy the fractured kingdom.”

Her voice trailed off, she remembered her father's words, and thinking about the prophecy which she was tied to began to give her a headache. Each time she thought about it all, her thoughts always ended up drifting to her mother and how she had disappeared mysteriously years ago, all Isabella had of her now were vague memories. She didn't know why she always kept connecting her mother to the prophecy or why she was having this deep feeling that her mother's disappearance was connected to the future that was now the burden she carried.

She closed the book while staring at nothing in particular. Wondering about the future of her child, the one upon whom the fate of the kingdoms rested.

Suddenly, the air in the room felt totally different and Isabella felt goosebumps on her body, as if someone was in the room watching her. She stood up immediately and was ready to fight if the need arose but the room remained silent. She looked around her, her senses at alert and just then she saw it. It was a faint outline of a figure standing at the far end of a corner in the room.

“Mother?” she called.

This was definitely her mother as she had seen her so many times in her dreams just like this, though she looked much younger now as Isabella looked at the figure. It's lips opened but no sound came out. Isabella moved forward her feet making no sound at all on the stone floor and reached out but the figure disappeared, leaving the scene of lavender and fresh earth.

"Mother?" she whispered, her voice trembling in the quiet.

But there was no answer. Only silence.

Isabella was shocked as the sanctuary seemed to have come alive with its memories and Isabella wondered if that was even possible.

She sat down as her legs were beginning to shake and she didn't trust them to not give way under her. Her mind filled with lots of questions that she didn't have the answers to.

It was now clear to Isabella that this prophecy wasn't about just protecting the child, there were a lot of things she had to first understand about the prophecy and she needed guidance on how to go about helping the child use his powers properly. She found that she was exhausted from all this thinking. She had come here away from the world to find some peace and quiet but the peace never came instead she was constantly on alert as she almost always felt she was being watched as if someone or something was waiting for the right moment to attack.

Just then she had another vision, she just found that she couldn't move and images began to flash before her eyes. This time it was the vision of a child, her child. His eyes glowing with power stared back at her. With his hands to the ground the world around him seemed to move. The child had great power, a power that was raw and untamed. She saw the future in its beauty and also the destruction that could come if he wasn't properly guided on how to use his powers.

The child could heal or destroy the packs. She saw it in the flames of war, in the crumbled remains of what had once been kingdoms. She saw packs fighting, dying, torn apart by their own greed, by the desires of those who sought to control the power her child would hold. But she also saw something else—hope, unity, the possibility of peace.

But the weight of the future was too much. The vision shifted again, blinding her with its intensity. She saw Tristan, his eyes flashing with the same power she had seen in her child. She saw father and son together, together they had a force that was stronger than anything the world had ever known, but she also saw that they could be torn by the conflict inside them.

“Oh no,” she cried, holding her head, overwhelmed by the vision.

It was then she realized that the future wasn't just a promise, they would need to fight for it and it might take everything from her if she didn't tread carefully.

Finally, the vision stopped. Isabellas hands shook from all that she had seen. Her child was definitely going to shape the future but she didn't know if it was going to be a future of peace or of destruction.

“The destiny of the child is not in your hands. It's in your heart”

She heard a voice whisper and she froze wondering who had spoken it. Was it the Moon Goddess?. She was terribly shaken from the vision and she was tired as the vision had only added more questions with no answers in sight.

And the truth was, she was not ready for the future that awaited her.