"Oh, Wendell!"
A series of fists hit the big doors of the semi-detached house across the silenced street of Graham's Town. The busyness had dwindled as the people bombed the palace, celebrating their King.
All the people, rich and poor, had a feast going on for days now. Amethyst had no interest in taking part, her mission was finally at some point accomplished. She had no nightmares in days now—being the greatest surprise for her.
"Oh!" Wendell came into view with a smirk. "How are you doing dear!?" His acid, cold voice burst after he had let the enraged Amethyst in the house. "Don't you dear me! Sex spell? Really!?" Growling, Amethyst took off her hood and threw it on a black two-seater sofa.
"What can I say? You were so slow in finishing what you wanted to achieve." Replied Wendell while he went over to his dining room table, to fetch himself red wine. "I had to lend you a hand, it seemed like you had forgotten that Mauve had given you work." Wendell continued to elucidate, pouring himself wine.
There was a pause that summoned silence amongst the two shortly after Amethyst had thrown herself on Wendell's armchair. "By the way, what did you see?" Wendell tittered nervously, as he swayed on his black-coloured, rocking chair, in an attempt to break the silence that was miserably lingering.
"Dark Fey!" Amethyst whispered.
The wine glass slipped out of Wendell's slender fingers after Amethyst had aired the words.
"Are you certain that you saw Dark Feys instead of seeing…."
"I am sure about what I saw, why would a Dark Fey appear?" Intruding into Wendell's question, she averted her glance from him. "Which stone did you touch, Amethyst?" Instead of answering, Amethyst stood up to race to the door—which she failed to after Wendell blocked her way.
"Which stone did you touch Amethyst!?" Repeating the question, he fatherly held her hand to stare at her gleaming emerald eyes. "Why does it matter?" She asked, ready to push him out of her way. "Amethyst?" Called Wendell. "Be careful!" His eyes glistened with tears and commenced to clog them.
•••
[FRIDOLF PACK; Ephraim Castle]
"Are you sure that he's ready? We just lost LEVI." Sir Bernard voiced his concern as he gazed at the other three council members. Each of them tilted their heads in agreement.
"I thought Levi instructed you—"
"No one asked you to open your gob Liam!" Muriel, the elderly she-wolf, rose from her seat soon as Liam opened his mouth. "Whether you like it or not, you are bound to listen to us!" She continued to roar, her eyes looking directly at Liam's bruised face.
"Don't get me wrong Muriel, Levi chose me because she trusted me upon this!" Liam's sonorous voice delivered steel clamour, adequate enough to make the air shake with small, rapid movements to and fro.
"Whether or not I'm of the royal blood, each one of you has to respect her decision. Got that MURIEL?"
His grey eyes began gleaming with glee mixed with fury, he continued to elucidate—glaring at the older woman opposite his direction. "Alright there! It's decided….Liam will lead MELPOMENE."
Sir Bernard waved his hand, preventing the two wolves from biting each other's neck. "Who will stay behind to rule the Fridolf Pack?" Gino stood up in a hurry, just as everyone was gearing up to close the rendezvous.
"Don't worry yourself about that, Gino!" Sir Bernard said as his boots throbbed out of the council room.
•••
"Another training. I thought the throne would wake you up!" Elizabeth, a close friend of Liam huffed as she scrutinised his bruised face. "Really?" With less enthusiasm, Liam asked while he tried breaking free from Elizabeth's hands.
"It doesn't matter, just stop…."
"Adolphus, Sir Bernard seeks for your presence in his chambers." A guard called out, completely disturbing Elizabeth's examination on Liam's face. Huffing and puffing, Liam readied himself.
"Yes?"
Liam inquired as his footsteps exclaimed with violent, swift outcry—walking deeper in the chamber, to find Sir Bernard observing an owl disappearing in the dark outside his french window.
"It's easy to get lured into the Dark, don't you think Liam?" He smiled as sweetly as he could at Liam but dwindled a second he met Liam's face remaining as cold as solid ice. "You know, sometimes I regret agreeing with Levi for letting you become the Alpha of FRIDOLF."
Sir Bernard cried out while he shuffled over in Liam's direction. Drawing a breath, he kept his eyes on the black rug under his feet. For a second, he became dubious of his chances of stating why he had called Liam.
"The Darkness is born into him, he won't understand!" He said to himself. "I, unfortunately, don't have all night!" Keeping his utters short, Liam voiced. A brief smile appeared on Sir Bernard's face for a short while and then immediately deleted itself.
"Levi gave you that position for a reason, and I would suggest you use it wisely!" Sir Bernard blurted. "I don't believe in Prophecies... that is the reason why, I'm still alive, Liam!" He continued to air whilst he paced back and forth.
"Don't get me started, old man. Whatever that you want to begin, will be the death of you!" Liam cooly huffed, smirking like a Cheshire cat. "Is that all you called me here for?" He asked, preparing himself to walk away.
"She is dead and so is HE, you—" Sir Bernard yelled, motivating Liam to laugh his eyes out after sensing the emotions that were already pervading Sir Bernard. "Trust me, you don't want to wake him without my permission!" Liam grunted as his eyes were becoming dark.
After a brief time, hewalked out the door smiling from ear to ear. Chuckling all to himself, he unconsciously bumped into an old woman. "Please pardon me! Are you–"
Liam's world instantly became too blurry, his heart began throbbing straight to his throat—ready to pop out.
"CORVUS is yours to mate with!" The old woman said in a husky voice as she squeezed his wrist so hard, that he lost his strength to fight back. "What-t-t-t!?" An articulated enquiry aired out Liam's lips, clogged with pain that was swimming down his system.
"Hey! What are you doing!?"
Mario came running. Liam's eyes focused on the old woman's figure with sly, observant eyes which were slowly blocked by the blurriness. He kept watching but it became an unfortunate thing as the old woman disappeared into thin air leaving behind Liam whose world was sinking.
"Adolphus? Are you okay?"
Voices surrounded the suffocating Liam whose visions blackened out after a pair of emerald eyes displayed before him.
•••
"A DRAWING MAN WILL CLUTCH AT A STRAW!"
[Prompt morning at the FRIDOLF PACK] A lump rose in Liam's oesophagus that eventually caused him to cough out the water Elizabeth had just given him. His half-opened grey eyes peaked at the confused figure that was leaning in front of his sweating face. The first thing his bloodshot eyes caught was the haggard face, and a pair of vivid blue eyes— eyeing him with pure worry. "What is wrong with you? I'm not dead, am I?" He asked, helping himself up. "Are you joking right now? You passed out and yelled all night in your sleep!" Elizabeth's dulcet voice squealed while she ran up to give him a hand to stand up. The open window welcomed the sun's rays to flood and exert to overwhelm themselves in the room— accompanied by absolute intense glee. "I yelled? Tell me you're exaggerating! Why am I smelling medicine?" He questioned leaning towards his t-shirt. "Don't worry about that, you have a trip." Embarrassed to say, Elizabeth pushed him to the bathroom. •••
Amethyst's AdolphusAfter a long and weary tour, Amethyst has not yet grasped the information she was sent to discover. The day has been carried on to slouch and now the castle was flooded with more guests.Ford Model T's were seen squinting in with slowed motion. All of the guests were neatly customised as if they made a wager to look exceptionally glistening. Every man's woman wore the Victorian style and ensured to be the subject of the sumptuous night ahead. The urge to find the 'NORE' spell book kicked all the dignity Amethyst had."Humans are pathetic beings!" She laughed to herself whilst seated on a tree next to the big labyrinth, fifteen steps away from the garden. She was idly sipping on a Julep with less enthusiasm. After a brief pause, a black Ford Model T with a colour anomaly to the rest of the cars drove in. The driver was well-groomed and focused mainly on the details of driving in. On the back was a man who was wearing a black mask and two pairs of leathered gloves
'The Dark Forest—A witch and a Vampire!' [Prompt Afternoon] One cloudy afternoon, a shadow hid behind the darkness and permitted its gleaming black eyes to peek at the castle— slightly put where it would be out of sight of the naked eye of humans, there on the highest mountain of the Dark Forest. The wheels of the carriage of great age rattled against the wet, rough gravel— hitting the little stones every now and then. Tiny drops of rain lazily fell upon the carriage. As soon as it drove past the two, huge, lifeless trees the two black horses stopped marching. Before them were the gigantic gates coloured silver and black which unhurriedly opened with a screech to make way for the carriage inside, granting it to shuffle across 'that' lane enveloped by despair and obscurity— that in hushed utters led to one's doom. Looking up— ahead was a towering castle that was covered with melancholy and no sense of hope. Menace and gloom lurked freely as the crows flew high and down the castl
[What Are You Called?]On a Thursday morning, Amethyst smiled as warmly as she could, whilst her glistening emerald eyes continued to peep slyly and observantly at the tall figure of Liam. He, who was slouching around the well-groomed garden with all the flowers— tulips, jasmines, lilies and orchids in bloom. A book was carefully opened on his right hand while the other was strictly forbidden to intervene and placed on his back. His black saddle oxfords throbbed on the leaves that were pattering on the gravel he shuffled upon— as if he scolded them to get out of his way. His raven, lustrous hair gleamed soon as 'that' ray of sunlight showered his unbothered figure. Having his grey eyes half opened, he slowly raised his eyebrows at the statue of king Howard. "Twit!" A hiss aired out his thick, peached lips. A sudden smile appeared on Amethyst's features. So warm and sunny, she ensured to showcase her white teeth. "What are you called?" Interrogating herself, her eyes continued to i
"Welcome To The Show!" [To tréchei— what's wrong?]The door whined with sorrow just as Princess Olivia manoeuvred to shut it. She froze, staring at the brown-coloured door in front of her teary eyes whilst her naked, slim-back faced Amethyst, who was unsure of what to do. Taking a series of deep breaths, Princess Olivia turned her blooming features in the direction of Amethyst, with her gleaming eyes with sadness, and watched attentively at Amethyst's figure. In brief timing, a smile so little and insecure appeared on Princess Olivia's features. Her tiny, slender fingers instantly clasped onto the dusty pink sleeves of her blouse, as she took shy footsteps towards a confused, wide-eyed woman before her. "My heart…I have never felt like this before! She couldn't find the spot but this one did!" Silently, Princess Olivia cried in delight. Her arms were visibly shaking behind the slit sleeves of her blouse. Her breath was suddenly uneven as she shuffled towards Amethyst. "Are you ce
"Man and Beast Dwell Together In Weal And Woes"Amethyst's POV:My eyes squinted like a bag of nails hastily after I had stopped in front of "that" white coloured door. There, where a man covered with gloom dwells. A beast in human form, that is close to letting its forked tongue flick in and out— readying itself to throw its bane on my soul. I stood still with a heart skipping its beats every time I thought of knocking. My face lacked emotion soon as I began cringing at the oppressive thought of walking away. My hands shuddered greatly under the tray I was holding. I was aghast when I felt a wave of miscellaneous emotions crawling with glee in my nerves. It was actually for the first time in twelve years since I was frightened by another being's presence. "It's now or never!" I whispered under my breath as I prepared myself to knock. Promptly after I had my eyes shut, the door creaked pitifully as it was opened— urging me to open them right away. Glistened by a sudden foam of mist
[Witches don't Cry!] Amethyst's POV: My gazes unhurriedly opened to meet a black vaulted ceiling facing me with agony that subverted my right to cry. I couldn't disguise my embarrassment at this passing time. My reddened eyes darted playfully around the room and caught nothing intriguing but darkness lurking around freely. I slowly raised my head and looked around the spacious room once again. My sights met with my coat hanging lifelessly on the door of the black-coloured closet, opposite the bed I was lying in. Shifting my eyes once again, I caught neatly folded clothes kept on the nightstand on my left. I took an instant deep breath shortly after my eyes landed on a drawing of a faceless woman on the wall. "Wendell." I puffed lazily after realising that I was in Wendell's house and with that, I shuffled towards the bathroom. My eyelids were heavy— I was disadvantaged to open my eyes wide. "Use it!"Reaching the bathroom, I glared at my reflection on the red-framed mirror as t
[ As You Sow You Shall Reap!]The golden rays of the winter's sun glowed upon the beautiful palace of the Norse Kingdom. Outside was a chorus exerted by birdsongs to the ears of maids who were running up and down in the kitchen. Tree leaves were lazily pattering on the ground whilst the sun allowed more of its rays to gleam throughout the Kingdom. It was not at all late but the kingdom was not yet awoken. Up, in the midst of the Norse palace, inside a white–doored room is a pair of smoking grey eyes fixated on a whiteboard before them. Amethyst was sunk quietly on a black chair with silver legs, three minutes away from the focused artist who was trying by all means to ensure that he makes a masterpiece. Her mind was momentarily caged in an abyss of memories that somewhat delighted her. ••• [ A Memory, Eating Into Amethyst's Vision]"Don't worry yourself, I love making portraits of those who intrigue my DEMONS!" Liam grumbled