AGONIZING BURIAL OF MAMA AND PAPA

My eyes lit open. Everything was blur, but thanks to the sun, my eye balls began to dilate, making everything a little bit clearer.

   The first thing that caught my eyebeam was the huge clouds hanging in the sky, partially blocking the sun. Then, as I moved my head to the left a little, I saw big trees. They looked beautiful.

   It was day. Perhaps just sunrise, I knew this because I could no longer feel the goose bumps over me. The air seemed fairly warm. For a moment or two, I enjoyed the hot air that blew past my skin divergently. It felt good.

   Wait, where am I? It was then that I realized my movement. I was on a horse. I took my hands and felt the horse. Almost immediately, I sat up. Then and there, my whole sense became complete and came back to me. The guards, the fight, my parents...

   “Where’s Papa? Where’s Mama? Where is this place?” I began to cry as I saw about fifteen to twenty soldiers all strapped with swords marching in an assemble manner non-stop. They looked like they were just returning from a battle because most of the soldiers looked injured and were struggling to walk. 

   I cried again and attempted coming down from the stallion when suddenly, someone in front of the men halted all the soldiers and began walking towards my direction. He looked very much like my father. He had broad shoulders and was very muscular. His dark hair reflected the sunray. He was one fierce looking soldier I could tell. He looked a little scary, but some part of me liked it. Maybe, just maybe because he looked as reliable as Papa. As I thought of Papa again, I resumed my crying session. 

  “He’s awake sir”. One of the soldiers beside me called out as his master approached. I was already guessing that this was the Beta. 

  “Young man” he started as soon as he reached the horse. I felt taller than he was because I was on a horse. His voice still sounded like Papa’s. Deep, yet soothing and calm. He continued,

  “Papa and Mama are dead. Your Alpha has killed them. You are coming with us to see your new Alpha.” Those words sounded like the pain I felt when I hit my head on the ground the previous night. This man hid nothing about last night from me. He told me everything plainly. But that was no way to pass a message to a kid, was it? 

   “No! Papa and Mama are there, they are not dead, and I want to go back and meet them. Please, take me back home. I want to meet my parents. Please…!” I began to cry one more time, but this time, I wasn’t crying like a child. I cried the same way mother had cried the last time she stared into my eyes. 

  I hopped down from the horse, falling to my knees. Immediately, I stood up crying calling mama and papa as I ran back into the bush. 

   One of the men followed me and grabbed me by my waist like I was a single flea. I struggled to free myself, but to no avail. These men were way stronger than I was. There was no going back. Or was there?

  I bit the soldier hard on his hand, leaving him to scream a little. I was blinded with grief and pain. I was either seeing mama and papa or nothing, I convinced myself as I cried running back into the bush. 

   “Nathan I said stop!” The supposed Beta now demanded in a commanding tone. His voice this time wasn’t funny. It was followed with a loud growl. My father had taught me to respect my elders, especially those in higher position, like the Beta. 

    I stopped running and just stood backing the men. I was shock, dumbfounded. Did he just mention my name? There was no way I heard that right. How’d he know my name? I questioned in amusement to myself. 

   “Your dad was one of the strongest men we ever had. He was the best brother in my life too. It is his time to rest son.” The Beta ended, his voice now breaking as if wanting to cry. 

   What? He knew my father? How? Was this all planned? Is he really my uncle? My eight years old brain could not process what this was all about, but I was damn certain that I was to begin a real life. A new life. Probably like the one my may have father lived here many years ago.

   I turned to look back at the Beta who was already shedding drops of tears. He gave the command and his guards brought a big box. Big enough to contain two people. It looked just like a coffin. Oh, wait, it was a coffin. 

   I ran speedily over the box as one of the soldiers slowly opened it. What I saw there was not good. No! Not god at all. In fact, it was agonizing. 

  Papa and Mama lay in the box helpless, unable to move their bodies. Their eyes were closed. They didn’t seem to be breathing. Blood and deep cuts were covered all over the two of them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My parents, my both parents were dead! 

  The Beta approached me, bent over and grabbed me to himself, hoping to comfort me. My whole bones were weak, and I couldn’t even feel the hug. 

  Again, he gave the command, and there and then I was about to witness a tormenting scene. The burial of my parents. Everyone’s face grew dim as they laid the coffin eight feet below the ground. One of the soldiers gave me a flower, and I walked towards my parents’ grave and placed in on it. 

  It happened so quickly. The Beta again gave the command, and the soldiers re-assembled in marching formation, walking in two adjacent lines. 

  I didn’t drag, neither did I scream nor yell. I just followed them like a corpse living as a puppet. I only never stopped looking back at that spot where my parents were buried. All I could do was weep, but not wail.  

  My thoughts flew back to when our Alpha used to kill other people too, right there under my nose. It was brutal, painful and always a grief-stricken day.

  I suddenly felt a different kind of feeling. One that I had never felt before. It was a strange feeling of anger and revenge. These feelings were new to me, but I could swear that they were insanely strong, and I was willing to die just to act on them. 

  Soon, we approached the Kingdom. I said my last goodbye to mama and papa, hoping the wind would deliver my message to them. 

  We came walking past houses and shops and marketplace. I could see young pups. Many of them were born werewolves I thought to myself. 

  Soon, we got to the pack house. It was finally time to meet the new Alpha. Many questions running through my subtle mind. Would he be as wicked as my former Alpha? Would he treat me an outcast, considering I was an Omega? 

  As we entered the gate, I saw things and things. Many, many young children my age engaging in extreme training. They all followed their tutor as he swiped his hands and legs through the air in diverse directions. 

 At my left hand side were older kids doing even more intense fighting training. Were they all actually preparing for an upcoming war? I asked myself. Kids my age were working in fields and fixing chariots and stables. Some serving the wicked King and his cruel old Beta back in my pack. 

  “Welcome to the Leviathan Moon Pack. You will now go in and meet your new Alpha. He will tell you what to do. Don’t get him pissed, because he will take it hard on you boy.” My supposed uncle warned before he took me inside the appalling hall. The King’s Palace. 

  The first thing that caught my sight was big terrifying artworks and sculptures that my little brain couldn’t really explain to me. I saw different massive weapons hanging on the walls. ‘This man means death’, I thought to myself. 

  I suddenly stopped as I approached the Alpha. There was me, a ten years old pup standing right in front of a new Alpha hoping that my standing ovation doesn’t break any of the rules. 

   I bowed my head as soon as we exchanged glances. He was sure a mighty man, one could tell. His looks were terrifying. But somewhere deep inside of me felt that he was a good person. 

  He had some paper work he was working on. Someone was standing in front of him, giving him some papers that contained some information. The person looked familiar. I have seen these shoulders somewhere before. 

  “That’s all for now sir. More information would be available by tomorrow.” Said the voice. By now, I was certain that I couldn’t be wrong. I know this voice and I was very certain of that. I just needed to see the faaacee….

  I knew it. I knew I couldn’t be wrong. There in front of the Alpha was the man. My old Beta from my former pack. The Wicked Old Beta. 

  I wasn’t sure of what to do as he walked out, but I was sure of one thing. Exposing this cruel Devil for who he truly is.