All Chapters of A WEAK SLAVE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

The world was bathed in a golden light, and there, at the end of what seemed to be a vast meadow, were my mother and Selene, holding hands. I approached them, my heart full of admiration."Good job." My mother smiled. "We knew you could do it."Selene clapped her hands. "And now, because you believed, you've opened yourself to the greatest gift of all." My eyes gleamed as she handed me a ring with a unique moonstone."Whenever times get tough, dear daughter, plant your lips on this stone," she whispered, placing the ring on my index finger. This will connect your heart to mine through a silvery thread.I was momentarily blinded by the ring's glow, then my mother tenderly kissed my forehead. In this realm, she was very tangible."It's time for you to go."I looked at her eagerly, savoring every little detail. I had to store her in my memory, to cling to every bit of beauty her form contained."I wish I could take you with me." This was the child in me, saying things that reflected the

The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches twisting and turning like gnarled fingers. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decomposing leaves. A low-lying mist hovered, obscuring my vision and making navigation on the winding path ahead challenging. It was as if the forest were alive, watching every move I made, waiting for me to let my guard down.A strange energy pulsed in the air, a low, almost inaudible hum impossible to ignore. Sometimes, the mist would dissipate, revealing glimpses of strange and deformed trees that seemed to have been shaped by ancient magic.Whispers in the wind, voices that seemed to call my name. It was as if I had stumbled upon a secret world, a place where the veil between the living and the dead was thin and permeable.The sun began to set, casting long shadows on the forest floor. "Let's camp here," Aaron whispered, uneasy. "It would be imprudent to hunt witches in the middle of the night." Nodding, I anointed the grass around h

**Chloe"You may have power, Wendell," I said, "but I have something you'll never understand. I have loyalty, love, and the strength of my pack behind me." With a roar, Wendell attacked me, his eyes blazing with fury. But I held my ground, ready to face him head-on.We clashed, each of us using all our strength to gain an advantage. Wendell was a formidable opponent, but I refused to back down. As we fought, I could feel Rhea vibrating in my chest. She was eager to join the battle, eager to sink her teeth into our enemy.Finally, Wendell stumbled, and I saw my chance. With a flick of my wrist, I sent a fireball at him. It hit him square in the chest, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. I approached him cautiously, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what I had done. I never wanted to kill, but sometimes the only answer to evil is to end it."Why, Wendell?" I asked, my voice softening. "Why did you do all this?" He looked at me, his eyes filled with pain."My family," he sa