THE REVENGE OF A WEREWOLF

HOPE IS NOT WEAK

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(feint calls)

“WAKE UP!” A voice shouted in aggression.

“hhhhh” I deeply inhaled. “HHHHHHHHH” and then exhaled.

That sounded like. VALIDUS. Is he here?

I wondered as strength slowly slipped into me, I sat up slowly with Liaris at my side.

It was hard to breathe, that already hinted at my ribs probably broken.

“Lidus” I said as I looked around but I was calling out to the air. Maybe it was a dream. I concluded as my stare shifted downwards.

I am the sole reason for my mistakes and pain, I know I should make mistakes to learn but I wonder what I am to learn from the death of my own family, I can still remember the caucus of my father and mother on the couch, I remember vividly the blood stains on our ever so green table cloth, I remember, I see it all, over and over

The rain eased in noise as the sound of each drop calmly echoed. I could barely move but I managed to, walking bit by bit as I gasped for air while still dragging Liaris deeper into the cave.

As I walked in, I had a look at the place. I sensed no threat even though my senses were trash but they still remained active.

Walking in deeper heaved my shoulders with guilt but the warm hand of my sister began to give me hope, I have done a good deed. I managed to save liaris, at least, I said to myself on repeat as I walked in.

I could barely hear the rain outside but the whistle of the wind still met my ears.

That’s how I know I had gone far enough; I was most likely in the middle of the cave. I let go of liaris, setting her in a corner.

My weakness caught up to me in folds, I couldn’t walk any further.

But I couldn’t rest now, not when questions continued to cripple my peace.

‘What if there was another exit?’ That was my main concern. That alone kept me moving.

My body heavy as my legs shook with every contact it made with the earth.

I walked, then began to crawl. The deeper I wondered, the louder I heard, the wind, the sound of water gently flowing, until I found it, the other opening.

I sat there on all fours, my hand and legs to the ground as I looked at the hole but what can I do?

How will I cover up a hole so big, it can fit me in my werewolf form?

I gave up, lying on my back and then looking up.

There was dirt at the top of the cave ceiling, with rocks of all kinds, pointy and large, round and diverse, they were all up there held up by the dirt.

My body had given up but my mind begged to differ as ideas began to spark.

“If I can get that down then I can cover the hole” I said out loud, barely audible to myself.

Yet this was a plan, this was my purpose, a purpose that gives my blood a chance of forever.

Upholding the mantle, I forced myself up. My focus, the wall at my side. If I were to punch it hard enough then I could create a reaction.

Facing my target, I stood, finding a depth of focus deeper than the pain of my bare existence.

All I have been through, all the pain and betrayal, this is my last chance to make it make sense I merged it all, preparing to manifest my art.

“Boulder!!” I shouted, manifesting an art that would triple my body weight causing every attack to be three times its power, force and 3 times more catastrophic. I clenched my fist and went for the target.

A loud boom echoed on impact leaving a hole in its wake but still nothing happened… A gut wrenching “c***k!!” followed close after. My legs shattered; my bones jutted out through my skin as I fell to the earth.

For every art has a negative effect if the right conditions are not met before its manifestation and for boulder its law states. Based on the level you can double the weight of your own body the body must be at the same state it was at the awakening of that level or greater to Manifest the art with no consequence or clap back. (In human form)

My body, in no condition to handle 3 times its weight, nor even double its weight cracked under pressure yet what I sought to do failed. The glimmer of hope I harbored began to slip away until. There was a rumbling.

A smile came upon my face as the cave shook, the dirt began to fall first and then followed the pebbles and rocks. I could save one, that was all that mattered. I knew as I laid there, I will be caught in the crossfire of one of the rock piles falling directly to me and indeed just like I predicted some headed for my body. The pain of my demise was mild for I had accomplished my task. The fear of death clung to my eye as tears leaked from its sides.

A boulder headed straight for my head and I knew this was my end. I closed my eyes in anticipation and acceptance of my very dread as my memories replayed in my head.

My ears gave out, muffling all sounds, my response to pain Numbed, this was a fever dream... I could hear my heart beat and my slow but steady breadth, it was quiet.

“dunk” I barely heard as the Rock shattered on impact to my head, I could feel the pressure through my hollow skull.

And what if I hated you, Rebecca? What if I didn’t show you myself, would I still be alive? For all I was taught was to love and when I extended my hands to you, you loved back or so I thought, was it all really an act?

With my eyes closed I witnessed a light, so soft and kind, it stretched everywhere as far as I could turn my eyes.

The ground beneath me felt farther and farther as my memories played, as my smile and the smiles of my loved ones engraved, it all began to feel blank, my heartbeat my breadth, I couldn’t feel nor hear them anymore.

I had lived and now I will die, I have sung my song and though sad it ended, it was still mine.

I am STREN the second son of the house of DEVOVEO. I am a disgrace to my Kind, an embarrassment to my generation but at least this won’t be the end for my father’s name but may be the end for mine.