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Fiora (POV)
Shortly after Arnica found her composure, she resumed speaking. "Everyone else had answers to their questions except Fiora," she addressed the group. "You wanted to know about them. Well... They were considered the epitome of a couple in all of Ethera. Although Marcus wasn't unaware of Ebon flux, he knew who Arna was and we all admired the mutual support and respect they shared so deeply that many of us wished for werewolf mates of our own." Turning to the others with a warm smile, she added, "You all hold a special place in the hearts of Ethereans." Shapeshifters among us beamed with wide smiles, tinged with a hint of smugness.
"Is there anything specific you want to know?" Arnica inquired.
"No, I'm just relieved to know I wasn't abandoned," I replied, a broad smile lighting up my face.
"Aww... Why would you even entertain such a thought? You were dearly loved by all of us. Maybe not more than me, but still, we all cared deeply for you. We searched tirelessly, scouring every corner, but due to Arna's shield, we couldn't detect you. We feared the worst—perhaps she had inadvertently destroyed you or her magic had faltered... I'm sorry. We should have redoubled our efforts," Arnica responded, her tone apologetic.
"It's okay," I reassured her.
She enveloped me in a warm hug, marking the end of our evening. Despite my lingering curiosity about the black wolf, I sensed the community's aversion to rogues, prompting me to keep my thoughts private. Additionally, I pondered the telepathic connection Zack and I shared—could it extend to other wolves? Amidst these questions, numerous mysteries remained unsolved. Unsure of how to proceed, I resolved to confront them with unwavering determination before drifting into sleep.
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Over the course of a month, I immersed myself in the exploration of my own abilities while also delving deeper into the mysterious concept of Ebon flux. Along this journey, I had the privilege of meeting Our Samragyi, whose kindness resonated deeply with me. She generously extended her hand in guidance, and I gratefully accepted. Learning from her was not just an opportunity but also a great honour.
Under Samragyi's tutelage, I discovered the extent of my powers. It turns out, I have mastery over three elements: wind, fire, and water. Additionally, to everyone's surprise, including my own, I found that I have a little ability to manipulate Earth as well
Our Samragyi and Zack often engage in arguments that resemble the banter of children. Surprisingly, Samragyi is a mere one hundred and two years old, which is considered quite youthful in the magical realm. Despite her relatively young age, she is married and recently welcomed a charming baby boy into the world. Occasionally, her little one even joins us on the practice field
She also introduced me to the quintessential embodiment and explained that I am inherently connected to it as the successor of my mother. This revelation placed a significant responsibility on my shoulders, one that I should prepare myself for. However, the weight of this uncertain burden weighed heavily on me. Despite knowing that it is ultimately my choice whether to accept this duty, I found myself strangely hesitant. There's a turmoil within me that I can't quite explain.
While everyone else was occupied with their werewolf duties, I seized the chance to find solitude near the tranquil waterfall. "Can you still hear me?" A deep voice echoed in my mind, startling me. I swiftly turned around to locate the source and laid eyes upon a man, likely in his early sixties, with a robust physique emanating an enigmatic energy. His stern countenance and piercing black eyes met mine, and I nodded in acknowledgement.
He returned my nod with equal stiffness. Though I harboured a desire to converse with him, caution prevailed. There was a lingering suspicion that his intentions might not be entirely benign. As I made to depart, his voice, deeper than the one in my head, cut through the air. "Why, scared of me?" he inquired. I hesitated momentarily before responding, "No, but I've heard you're the leader of the Rogues, and I've been cautioned to keep my distance." My words were laced with innocence, masking the underlying tension.
"Good girl, staying away from strangers. You've been taught well," he commented, taking a seat near the waterfall.
Keeping a cautious distance, I ventured, "Can I ask you a question?"
"You've gotten stronger," he remarked, his tone inscrutable.
Confusion clouded my thoughts. "What was that supposed to mean?" I pondered, but before I could voice my query, my mind offered a cautionary response: "Maybe he doesn't want to answer it."
Sensing my hesitation, he interjected, "You won't ask the question?"
"you didn't say 'yes' so..." I trailed it
"Yes, fine by you," he replied, sounding a little irritated.
Summoning my courage, I asked the question that had been weighing on my mind, "Are you my mate?" He let out a deep sigh before turning towards me. In the moonlight, his wrinkles seemed softened, yet his face bore traces of weariness and sorrow, evident in his eyes.
"Are you aware of what mates are?" he inquired, his tone carrying a hint of condescension, as though addressing a child. Despite feeling slightly affronted by his tone, I responded, "Yes, I do. What do you think? Am I twelve? I'm a twenty-four-year-old grown woman," I scoffed
His laughter filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment. It was a mesmerizing sight, and despite myself, I felt a warmth spreading inside me. I almost teared up at the sheer beauty of it all. However, as his eyes met mine, he swiftly composed himself, straightening his posture and clearing his throat before speaking.
"You're still a baby according to our world," he remarked, his tone now serious.
I narrowed my eyes at him, taking a few steps closer and pointing my finger at him defiantly. "I'm not a baby, I'm a grown-up adult," I asserted firmly.
He smiled and nodded his head sideways before turning his gaze back to the waterfall. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, big girl," he remarked teasingly. I pouted in disappointment but held my tongue.
"So, am I or not?" I pressed on.
He sighed heavily once more before speaking. "Do you know how old I am?"
"Yeah, a little over two hundred," I replied nonchalantly.
"What?" he exclaimed in shock. "Girl, I'm still a hundred and sixty. Where do you get these absurd notions?" He shook his head in disappointment.
"Am I or not?" I asked, growing increasingly frustrated.
"No, I'm more suited to be your father than your mate. Furthermore, even if you were, I'm not a paedophile; I would have outrightly rejected you," he replied, maintaining his composure, though a hint of frustration lingered in his tone, perceptible to me.
"So, why can I talk to you like this?" I inquired, closing the distance between us but ensuring not invading his personal space.
"I've no clue," he responded.
I settled beside him in the tranquil silence, unable to contain a sudden question that popped into my mind. "Why are you not hurting me?" The words slipped out before I could censor them.
He simply looked at me and smiled. "And you say you're an adult."
"How does posing a question relate to being mature or naive?" I silently chided myself for my impulsiveness.
"It doesn't," he conceded, "but sitting with the rogue leader does. Believing he won't hurt you does. And asking such a question shows your maturity level," he added, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I'm new to this world. It's normal for me to ask questions," I retaliated defensively.
"Why? Your friends don't answer your questions? What about your parents?" he questioned, his tone probing.
"If you don't want to answer the question, then don't. No one is forcing you," I stated firmly, turning my gaze toward the waterfall and pouting as hard as I could.
"We all have our dignity. We don't harm just anyone. We simply dislike blindly following orders and enjoy stirring up mischief, which isn't always welcomed by organized society," he explained.
"But rogues attack established society, kill people, and commit all sorts of atrocities," I countered, my voice tinged with scepticism.
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"Hmm, they do, but there's a distinction. I'm the leader of the Maverick, not the rogues," he clarified.
"Same thing," I retorted.
"No, we don't harm people without cause, whereas rogues do it for fun," he elaborated.
"Then why are you called a rogue leader?" I questioned, puzzled by the apparent contradiction.
"Because we share similarities with rogues, except for our aversion to causing trouble for amusement. Hence, we're often mistaken for rogues," he explained calmly, his demeanour sending chills down my spine.
"You're boring. How does your mate stand you?" I blurted out, causing a smile to spread across his face.
As he smiled, he sighed heavily and rose to leave. "How can we meet?" I asked hastily, sensing his imminent departure.
"There's no need," he replied, preparing to take his leave.
Refusing to let him go so easily, I hastily conjured water chains to restrain him. "No, I have questions," I insisted.
He turned to me, his expression stern and his imposing figure commanding attention. "Please," I implored, lowering my voice and releasing the water chains. "You're going to get in trouble for meeting me, child," he warned, his tone devoid of emotion.
"You asked why I don't ask my friends and family. Well... all of them hide things from me. They only tell me what they want me to know. My foster parents are humans—sorry, manipulators—and according to my real aunt, my parents are dead. She also hides things. I understand I'm an outsider, but how can I become a part of something when half the time, I don't even know what's going on?" I lamented, a mixture of frustration and resignation colouring my words.
"So, you're willing to trust a Maverick?" he remarked, his tone scolding.
"It's okay. Just go where you were heading. Consider you didn't hear anything," I responded, my heart heavy with disappointment.
After a period of silence, the old man spoke again, retaking his spot. "That... That white wolf... wasn't he your mate?" he asked, his voice tentative.
"I don't know," I replied quietly.
"How did you know that the concept of a mate exists in this world?" he asked cautiously once more.
"He was the one who told me. But, about the ritual I learned from the book in the library at Mr. and Mrs. Black's kingdom," I responded, still speaking in a subdued tone.
"Did they know who you were?" he questioned further.
"No, yes, maybe... I don't know. Now that I think about it, they may have known. Zack took me there for restoration in the library..." I paused, puzzled, as something didn't seem to add up.
"Something's not right," I remarked, furrowing my brows in scrutiny.
"Hmm, was King Alpha aware of who you were?" he inquired.
"I don't think so I told him,... but wouldn't it be possible that he noticed my unusual behaviour and figured out that I'm not just a mere human?" I suggested.
"Child, do you realize that every manipulator who comes to this city always has questions about something unusual they've noticed or experienced? Do you think King Alpha has enough free time to personally attend to all of them?" he questioned, implying a sense of scepticism.
He continued, "Let's assume he did take an interest in you. Why, then, would he bring you to the most significant place for any shapeshifter?"
"Perhaps he simply trusted me?" I innocently suggested.
"Hmm... If only it were that simple," he mockingly turned his head.
"Do you suspect he might have an ulterior motive?" I worriedly asked.
"It's possible, or... he could be your mate. But if that were true, why would he keep it a secret? What might be the reason?" He pondered deeply.
"Maybe he just doesn't care for me, or... he's simply not my mate or, He might have some hidden agenda," I said nonchalantly.
"I don't think so. There is much more to this story than what it seems like," his face brimming with experience.
"Can I ask something?" I asked cautiously.
Still lost in deep thought, he nodded his head with a soft "hmm."
I hesitantly asked, "What do you want in return?" After posing the question, I lowered my gaze, pretending to play with the grass.
"What I want, no one can provide," he replied, stretching himself.
"Maybe I can help," I stated, fully concentrated.
"I want my wife and baby girl back," he said, gazing at the stars.
"I can help with that! Tell me where they are. I'm very skilled in combat, and together we can defeat the bad guys and free your wife and child. I know kung-fu, and now I can use my powers very effectively. Come on!" I said enthusiastically, fully prepared for action. In my mind, I was already in full anime mode, ready to take on anything. I couldn't help but think that I could be a great anime actress—I'm just that good.
Seeing me so animated, the old man laughed hysterically. "You have a beautiful laugh," I complimented him.
He continued to chuckle. "Oh God! It's been ages since I laughed this much. Where did you even learn all this stuff? You looked like a very high hyena. It would be best if you tried comedy. You'll be successful."
I wasn't sure whether to be offended or flattered. I think he called me odd in a very sophisticated manner.
"Were you a high-ranking officer?" I asked.
With his laughter fading, he asked, "Why?"
"Because you poison people very sweetly—typical high-ranking officer behaviour," I responded, feeling offended.
He chuckled again under his breath. "Well... It's hard to get rid of age-old habits."
Amidst smiles and lingering laughter, he began, "My... ahem... My wife and child are dead."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I replied, with genuine sympathy.
"They died in battle. So, I left my pack and became the leader here," he shared, looking at me as if seeking confirmation that I was listening.
"I simply find solace in caring for these lost souls. In my pack, we've built a diverse community with every kind of shapeshifter where we support each other, cherishing whatever memories remain," he shared, glancing my way with a hint of amusement. "Don't give me that look, kid. I'm not sure why I'm even opening up to you."
"Perhaps it's because I'm cute, and I admire your strength. If I could embody even a fraction of your resilience, my life would feel complete," I responded with a smile.
Returning the gesture, the old man said, "Child, since you've been kind to me, I'll impart some age-old wisdom. I believe the people around you aren't malevolent; they're just overly protective of you. I'm being optimistic, but if I'm even slightly wrong, then you're in a very deep conspiracy. Keep your guard up all the time around everyone."
"Hmm," lost in thought, I glanced at the time and panicked a little. "I need to leave, but..." I hesitantly asked, "Can I contact you in any way?"
"It's very strange. Why hasn't anyone taught you how to use mind link?" he questioned.
"I thought only Zack could use it, so I never questioned it. It's my first time learning that I can use it too," I admitted. What could I say when things are this complicated?
"Hmm,... understandable, It's easy, just concentrate and think about me. You can connect with me instantly. Though it shouldn't happen without a pack bond, I sense you're an exception. If it doesn't work, remember, I visit this fall often. I'll find you, okay?" he said, his voice carrying a comforting, fatherly tone.
After nodding, I rose from my seat. With a respectful bow, I bid the old man farewell and headed home.
During my journey, the old man's words continued to churn in my mind, I urged myself to refrain from cooking excessively in my head. Upon reaching my door, I was greeted by Zack's smiling face and a bouquet of flowers in hand. However, his smile quickly faded as he asked in a stern yet calm tone, "Where were you?"
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I responded, "At the waterfall. Why?" Then, it dawned on me, a sudden realization that Zack possessed a susceptible nose
"With whom?" Zack maintained his composed demeanour, his inquiry probing.
Contemplating whether honesty was the best policy, I unconsciously nibbled on my lower lip, grappling with the consequences of telling the truth. How would I explain it? Would he trust me if I did? "An old friend," I eventually replied, rationalizing that it wasn't technically a lie – the person was indeed old, and now, a friend.
"What old friend?" Zack's scrutiny deepened, his brows furrowing with suspicion.
I should have anticipated this line of questioning. It was clear he wouldn't relent until he received a straightforward response. "Why?" I countered, attempting to deflect
"What why?" Zack repeated, his persistence unwavering.
"Why do I have to tell you?... Just because I rely on you?" I responded, striving to maintain a calm demeanour despite the surge of emotions within me. But beneath the surface, anger simmered. I was furious – furious because important details had been withheld from me, furious because I was learning about them from a stranger. I was furious because I didn't know if I could trust them, and furious. After all, it seemed like anyone could stroll in and shatter the fragile trust I had in them.
"No, because I want to protect you, in case you encounter any unknown danger," Zack replied, his tone cute and calm, but with a hint of worry evident in his expression.
"If that's the case, then don't. I'm capable of looking after myself just fine. And it means I don't have to report every little thing I do to you," I retorted, my desire for solitude foremost in my mind.
"Now, that only piques my curiosity even more about who you were with," Zack persisted, placing the flowers on the centre table before advancing towards me. Instinctively, I took several steps back, halting him in his tracks.
"It's late. I should rest. If you don't have anything urgent, I would like to be alone," I asserted.
Zack hummed in acknowledgement and departed.
When he left, I immediately turned to booking flights and returning home. I was weary of the constant mysteries and puzzles surrounding me. I needed a respite, especially since there wasn't much keeping me here. I knew who I was; I had come to terms with losing my parents and gained control over my powers. I knew I wouldn't inadvertently harm anyone. My mission here was accomplished; I had been prolonging my stay unnecessarily.
In a moment of curiosity, I tested the old man's mind link lesson, concentrating my thoughts towards him. "Hi, hello. Can you hear me?" I communicated silently.
"Yes, child. Is something troubling you?" his response echoed in my mind.
Excitedly, I squealed inwardly, "Ahhh... this is so cool! Can I talk to you anytime from anywhere?"
"Yes, as long as I'm alive," he confirmed.
Feeling a pang of sadness, I confessed, "I'm going back home."
"Good, have a nice trip," he wished me well.
"Forever," I added solemnly.
"Oh, okay. Can I ask you why?" he inquired.
"Yes, you may," I chuckled softly.
"Just, the information I needed has been served. What would I do here? It's not like I have family here. Moreover, I miss my parents," I explained.
"Hmm, it's nice that we could be of help. I hope you'll find your path, and may your inner self find peace," he responded in a calm and reassuring tone.
"Do come on holidays whenever you can, okay, child," he spoke affectionately.
"Hmm, I'll miss you, my last-day friend," I giggled, and the old man joined in.
After packing, we continued our conversation until he eventually bid me farewell. Then, I left for the airport.
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Word count:- 3200
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Date:- 03/06/2024