Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
There was a very large Willow tree with glowing blue flowers, surrounded by row after row of short bookshelves. In front of me was a pond, the deep blue water was glowing, I was standing in front of the bridge that went over the middle of the pond. If I walked over the bridge I would be continuing on strait at the willow tree, there was a bright full moon and stars lighting up the sky. vas
Looking across the lake next to the bridge were two figures sitting on the ground. My daughter, the chain was leading right to her, it went into her chest, then out of her back to split into two chains. One connected to a very large and intimidating wolf sitting next to her. The wolf was nearly double her size, it was a white so bright it glowed in the moon light and sparkled. The wolf had a necklace, a crown, and bracers around all four ankles, above massive paws with sharp black claws. I could see a black Crescent
Moon and Star shaped marking on her rear flank.
That mark, the tip of her tail and ears were the only black markings I could see. The second chain lead away from the girl into the woods to the side and behind the Willow. It must be connected to her Vampire sprite. A sprite was a vampires inner self, a
Vampires power, the more powerful the Vampire defined the sprite was, to be able to transform with your sprite was the highest of a Vampires Power. Only the strongest could do it.
The sprite though, was independent of the Vampire, like a Werewolf’s wolf. The sprite would take on the appearance of the
Vampires inner power and soul, a vampires wounds and scars would be carried by the sprite. The fact that the sprite was hiding from what was essentially her own self did not bode well, how much did my baby go through already, she’s only eighteen. That sprite being apart of a Vampire makes her another part of my child, in essence it was my child as well, just as her wolf was, even though I was a Vampire. 2
The fact that the life chain connected to both proved that. I study the girl, my daughter. She had tan skin, made all the more apparent in her white shorts that fairly glowed, and the same silver jewelry on her as it was the wolf. Her hair was an ocean of black trailing down her back, trailing onto the ground it was so long, there were thousands of tiny bright twinkling dots winking in and out of sight all throughout her hair. Both she and the wolf had Violet eyes.
‘She has black hair.’ I comment to myself. Bettina had blond hair, so she had her grandmothers dark hair. I start crossing the bridge, still observing the two sitting on the dark earth of the shore. This must be their ‘space’, a Supernatural’s inner plane.
Those that had one as well defined as this one were immensely powerful. Her ‘space’ had a discernable climate, with wind, a temperate temperature, and scents in the air.
She was holding onto the chain, studying it, her wolf looking down at it. I don’t think they’ve noticed
‘She has black hair.’ I comment to myself. Bettina had blond hair, so she had her grandmothers dark hair. I start crossing the bridge, still observing the two sitting on the dark earth of the shore. This must be their ‘space’, a Supernatural’s inner plane.
Those that had one as well defined as this one were immensely powerful. Her ‘space’ had a discernable climate, with wind, a temperate temperature, and scents in the air.
She was holding onto the chain, studying it, her wolf looking down at it. I don’t think they’ve noticed the other two chains yet. The wind changes as I pass the halfway point on the bridge, I notice the fish in the pond, they were brightly colored Koi. I notice there was sound, this was an extremely well developed ‘space’, more so than I first thought. The fact that she could allow me into it spoke of more power than almost any other Vampire besides myself, some elders, and maybe two other Vampire Lords. Pride filled me, she was strong, and already amazing.
With the change in the wind it carried my sent to them, they both looked up at me. Seeing me they both jump up into bracing poses, readying themselves in case I was an enemy, but not being antagonistic should I not be. I see glowing purple eyes staring out from the forest directly behind the pair, the sprite was watching. I get to the end of the bridge and onto the shore of the pond before the wolf growls. “That’s close enough.” said the girl. 2
Her voice was a musical alto, it was beautiful. “Who are you.” Demanded the wolf in a deeper Alto then the girl. This surprised me, I guess I was able to hear her because I was in their ‘space’. I look at the girl “My name is Sebastian Night Dayblood.” I tell her softly. “Can I ask your name?” I ask her. “My name is Alora Luna Heartsong.” she said. “Alora.” I say her name. “By chance would your mother be Bettina Frost Northmountain?” I ask her. Her eyes narrow, “Unfortunately for her, yes.” she says, confirming that Bettina had indeed hidden my child from me.
King Sabastian’s POV con’d
I look at her, taking in the sight of my daughter for a moment longer, then I point at the chain she’s holding, she looks down at it.
“That chain is called a life chain.” I say to her, she looks up at me her brow furrowed. “That chain connects a Vampire to, his and or her, children at the moment of their live birth.” Then pointing to my end of her chain. “You are my daughter, this chain is proof of that.” I say picking up the chain. “Bettina was a one night stand with what I thought was an unclaimed wolf.” I pause. “I was told you had died, and that you were a son.” I reveal to her. A shocked look comes upon her face.
“By pulling on this chain, you were able to call me to you.” I tell her. “It wasn’t till today I knew, that Bettina not only lied about you dying, but about your gender as well.” I inform her. She is still looking shocked, her wolf has sat back down. She stayed silent for a while before turning to her wolf. “Tell me this is real and not a figment of my imagination Xena.” she said. “If this was a figment of your imagination it would be mine as well, I see and hear him too.” said the wolf I now knew was called Xena.
They look back at me. “Your life chain is also connected to your wolf.” I tell them “May I address you as Xena as well?” I ask of the wolf. She looks me in the eyes. As she stares I feel the connection, it’s like a snap in my mind as I connect with her wolf, this must be a mind link. “Yes, you may address me as Xena.” she said after the connection came together, her reply echoed in my mind as she spoke. I smile, grateful I was granted her leave.
“Look at the chain that connects you and Xena.” I tell Alora, she looks at were I’m pointing. She reaches back and touches the chain connecting her and Xena. Her and Xena looked at each other after examining the chain, they both have furrowed brows.
“There is another one, look to your right.” I tell her, she does, sees it, then grabbing ahold of it looks off as it trails into the dark forest of the bubble that was their ‘space’. “It’ll be connected to your Vampire Sprite, a Vampires power, like a werewolf’s, lies mostly in their sprite.” I tell her. (2
“You’re a Vampire Werewolf hybrid, so you have two physical manifestations of your inner supernatural self, instead of just one if you would have been born either a full Vampire or Werewolf.” I tell her. “Your sprite is supposed to take on your appearance,” I pause, because she’s still hiding. “A Vampires sprite also absorbs all the scarring that would normally be worn on a Vampires skin, a Vampires physical skin will never scar.” her head snaps to me and her look is horrified. The bottom drops out from my stomach, ‘No, please no’, but I knew my denial wouldn’t change what was fact.
I look back towards the shadows of the forest, a dark shadowy figure starts walking in our direction. I can see the glimmer of the same jewelry on Alora and Xena. Her eyes glowing out of the dark. As she gets closer I can see the same twinkling dots of light
in her hair that was in Alora’s hair, and Xena’s fur. She’s walking slowly towards us. Her skin is obsidian black, she’s wearing a black spaghetti strap dress that went down to mid thigh that looked made of a night sky bursting with stars. Other than her coloring she looked exactly like Alora.?
As she walks closer I see streaks of shiny silver everywhere her skin was exposed, everywhere except her face. The sprites eyes haunted me with a deep ocean of pain. My fears being confirmed and worse as I look at every scar.
Whip and blade marks in varying depths and lengths everywhere. Agony invades me, I failed to be able to protect my daughter, and look what happened. I look at her eyes, then Alora’s, then Xena’s. I failed all three of them. I push the pain back for a moment. I needed to hold on for a little longer.?)
I look at the sprite, Xena and Alora do to, Alora is looking at her with pain filed horror. “May we have your name little one.” I ask the sprite. “Selena,’ she says her voice a musical alto a few scales higher than Alora’s. “Selena,” I say, my voice husky. I swallowed then I look at Alora. She’s looking at her sprite in fascinated curiosity, as is Xena.
“You look as if you three have never seen each other.” I comment to them. All three look at me and say in unison “We haven’t.’ was said. “How is that?” I ask them. Selena looks at them then at me. “Until today I’ve been chained to the ‘space’ that was in between their ‘spaces’, half was Xena’s, the other Alora’s, until they broke the chains binding us.” She told us. “Since they were broken, our ‘spaces’ were able to combine into this one.” she gestures in a half circle at everything. “This is what our ‘space should have been at our birth.” her voice was soft as she explained this to us.
“I was unable to connect to Alora and Xena, I couldn’t call out to them, I was completely bound from them.” her voice sad. “All I could do was learn what they knew through the books that appeared on their shelves.” she looked at the shelves. “In the in between ‘space’ Xena’s shelves were dark gray, Alora’s bright white, I learned what they learned.” she looks at her arms. “With each scar that appeared I felt how weak it made Alora, and Xena.” her voice sad. “I couldn’t protect them, so I called out to the
Moon Goddess.” she said.
“The Goddess answered when Alora, still bound from us, had almost given in to death.” What she said strikes me to my core, the pain and shock visceral. “The Goddess said she could only unbind one of us,” she says “To unbind all of us would have gotten us killed by mother.” my anger at the pain my daughter has gone through is building, as is my anguish. I should have been there for them, my daughters had needed me. “To unbind me, would have gotten us killed.” she went on “So I asked her to unbind Xena, and for access to knowledge to cultivate our magic.” she’d protected them by staying bound.
“The Goddess gifted me with my own shelves, filled with every kind of book on magic out there,” she points towards the Willow.