REVIVED: Vengeance of The Sun And Moon

Memories....Hitting It Off

    The bed having been too comfortable that morning wasn’t the whole reason that Aurora decided not to get up right away and leave at the same time as her niece. In fact, she laid there for three and a half hours after she officially woke up at seven o’clock that morning to ponder on what she should do-even after deciding that Godfrey, his father, and the Alpha were right about the suggestion of attending school to further her knowledge of not only her newfound self but the old as well.

    With a sigh, Aurora stared at her phone to see that it was around half-past ten and so she finally decided to get out of bed.

    Aurora took a quick shower and put on a pair of white leggings with a cropped blue and white hoodie and some navy blue and white sneakers to match. 

    She went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled so instead of doing something to it, she started to place it up in a messy bun.

    “Have you used magic since awakening?” She heard the voice ask her.

    It was actually….a reasonable question to ask as Aurora didn’t remember using it. “Well, not since the fight with the kid.” She said out loud. 

    “That wasn’t your magic.” The counterpart said. “That was me.” 

    “No, I’ve used that particular power before and-”

    “It was different this time, no?” The voice said teasingly.

    On this voice mentioning this, Aurora was suddenly brought back to the day in which she did first use. It was different-quite different than usual. She never remembered feeling such power in the past before she died. So, what was this power?

    “You have power?” Aurora looked into the mirror at herself as she spoke.

    The voice chuckled with an alluring air, Aurora could almost feel her teasing smile as she answered. “Of course, I do, darling.”

    Aurora found amusement in the counterpart’s words. She was just like her in a way and to be honest-though she hated to admit it, she was getting used to her.

    “What is this power that you possess?” She asked, curiously. Never had she thought that a completely different part of her being could possess a whole new ability.

    “Magnified psychokinesis.” Her counterpart replied. 

    “Magnified psychokinesis...what-I’ve never heard of that one,” Aurora curiously noted.

    “It wouldn’t be special if you ever had.” The voice chuckled.

    Aurora scoffed, suddenly curious about how this whole new endeavor with having a being in her head was going to be. “Guess I’d better get to this school.”

    “You mean we?” The voice said.

    “Yeah, whatever,” Aurora smirked before darting out of the door. On the way out, she saw Mrs. Linda. “Have a nice old gal.” She smiled at the older woman. She winked before heading out of the door.

    The school day had been in tow and it was the first lunch break for the day and so most of the students were either out on the large lawn in the back or in the cafe. 

    Kazmiyah thought that this would be the perfect time to go into the library and revisit her past. When she got in, however, she was reminded that Mrs, Linda was no longer working there. That also reminded her that she needed to go and check on her former caretaker whenever her mind allowed her to remember.

    The librarian that was now working for Crescent High was a man and he looked significantly young, though it should not have been worth pointing out, considering inhumans didn’t age like regular humans anyway. Mrs. Linda, though had been around for a few centuries, still was beautiful in her regal older age. 

    He had sandwich-regular meat. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t a wolf, vampire, or shifter. All inhumans sometimes enjoyed the pleasures of human food. So, it was hard to tell.

    She walked over to the guy, a small smile on her face before she approached him. “Hello.” She said.

    The librarian only glanced at her momentarily before he doubled back, realizing that she was standing there. His eyes widened and struggled to swallow the bite of the sandwich he had in his mouth.

    “Pri-princess Kazmiyah.”

    Kazmiyah laughed and cringed at the same time when hearing the name that he called her. “Ew, when did that start happening?”  She said. “I’m just Kaz.” She said. “Please just call me Kaz.” 

    “I-okay.” He nervously said. “I-I’m a big fan of yours.” He said.

    “Please...don’t-”

    “I mean, the battle at Blue Ridge-”

    “Please, don’t-” Kazmiyah shook her head.

    “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you! I jus-”

    “Stop.” Kazmiyah stressfully said but he kept talking. “Just stop!” And immediately, he did. It wasn’t on his own accord though. 

    He looked at her, paused mid-sentence, his mouth partially open in an attempt to talk. She felt guilty for doing what she had done, but Kazmiyah wasn’t fond of talking about the attack of Blue Ridge Fortress. She’d lost so much during that time and it only reminded her of what she needed to work hard to get back Her mother and her life.

    A shiver chased her spine as she felt her eyes flash over momentarily. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Thank you so much for your accolades.” She smiled. “You should take your lunch...outside, maybe?” She smiled.

    He nodded. “I’ll….take my lunch on the...outside.” He said with a small smile before walking away with his small lunch in tow.  

    When he was out of the building, she slid behind the library desk and went upstairs and into the back room where her room used to be.

    Kazmiyah turned around to make sure that she was alone before she rushed up the stairs and past the three rooms that would lead to her old place of residence.

    She approached the closed door and attempted to turn the handle when she noticed that it was locked. The last she left it, it was unlocked...and opened. 

    “Hm.” She sounded under her breath. He must have packed my things away, she thought, and locked the room up.

    Funny how when her mind would linger amongst the memories of the school, she never ventured into the memories of this room. Why? Maybe she just wasn’t prepared for the bad memories that would go along with the good. 

    As she thought further on those times when she remembered going through the memories of the school, she recalled seeing a girl going through the memories as well. One that didn't belong. She could tell by the ununiformed way that the girl was acting in the memory. At one point, Kazmiyah could have even sworn that the girl was following her. And when Kazmiyah acknowledged that she was aware of the girl's presence, the girl seemed shocked before she suddenly disappeared.

    “Hm, wonder whatever happened to her.” She muttered. 

    Kazmiyah then lifted her hand against the knob and telekinetically unlocked the door through the other side.

    When the door slid open, she walked in and a gasp held in her chest as she saw that the room hadn’t changed at all. 

    It was still in pristine condition-the bed made perfectly with the dim wall light that she’d leave on all through the day when she lived in this attic by her lonesome.

    Nostalgically, Kazmiyah walked through the large room and took in what used to be her life. She went into the bathroom and the scent that used to emanate from the lavender and vanilla scented candle that she’d ignite before stepping into the shower. She ran her hand across the marble sink and then turned around to look into the shower. Then she stepped out of the bathroom and sat on her old bed. She ran her hand against the thick comforter when her hand ran against the plush blanket that she was found in as a baby.

    Admittedly, Kazmiyah was surprised to even see that it was there. As she looked at the blanket, she couldn’t resist delving into the recent memories of this room and the memories held before she made her return.

    When the memories showed themselves to her, what she witnessed broke her heart. She had visions of the memory going backward and in each memory, there he was-her father, sweeping, reading, and just sitting there in the room. Then there were the moments where he’d just...weep and she just couldn’t bear to look any further. She knew that seeing his first visit to the room would hurt her more than any one of the others because it would be just hitting him...that he’d lost his whole family. This is why she decided not to see the memories from the first up until recently.

    Finish it, a nagging voice said to her. She had already gone through every part of the memories and so she knew that she owed it to her father to see the rest, including the night that she resurrected and deserted her father.

    He rushed into the room looking around, yelling her name-searching every single inch of the room before he realized that she wasn’t there. It was at that moment that she felt an immense amount of guilt for putting him through this. Godfrey's reprimanding words about how she was feeling about her father smothering her. hit Kazmiyah's conscience hard.

    “I can’t.” She whispered to herself as she started to pull away, feeling too cowardice to go on when another memory forced its way into her view before she could detach herself from the recollections. This memory was not her father, however.

    He slowly walked into the room and just stood there, looking around. His hands shakily running through his hair.

    “Why?” He hissed in a near whisper, tears running down the length of his face. “Why?!” He bellowed so forcefully this time that Kazmiyah winced as she continued to look on. “Why did you leave me? Why...did you have to die for me, Miyah?” He fell to his knees and dropped his face to his hands. “I-” He scoffed and then harshly laughed. “Stupidly enough….I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on now.”  The large Lycan Alpha expressed. Kazmiyah watched him closely as he grimaced, clenching his strong jaw-line as he spoke again. “I….I'm not-I don’t know how to live now, Miyah and I know it sounds….insane….believe me! But….I felt a part of me die when you left. You’ve taken a piece of me with you when you left me and now….I can’t….I can’t turn a blind eye to you anymore-not that I was ever good at doing that in the first place.” He confessed. “I’ve always felt a pull toward you since the day I laid eyes on you.”  with a sigh, he stood from where he kneeled. “And now you’re gone...and I can’t stand it. And I hate you for it. Even though I know that I have no right to.” He cried.

    Kazmiyah pulled away from the memory and stood up. She backed away from the bed, tears falling down her eyes. She never would have thought that he’d feel so strongly about her death and she didn’t know how to take it. How to stand it. Falcon….Falcon missed her.

    So overwhelmed by the recollections that confronted her in the attic, Kazmiyah was relieved when the school bell rang for lunch to end. She headed down the hall, a sense of relief falling over her as she left that room. Maybe the next time she visited the room, it wouldn’t be so difficult to be there.

    “Kaz? You alright?”

    When she heard her father’s voice, Kazmiyah sighed, suddenly relieved to see her father standing there. She wrapped her arms around him and exhaled. 

    “I love you, dad.” She expressed gratefully.

    “I love you too, moroso, ” Warren said without hesitation. He then pulled away and looked at her, worry clear on his face as he stood there. “Is everything alright?” He asked.

    Kazmiyah stood there and simply stared at her dad for a moment, relieved and grateful that he was her father.

    “No, no I’m fine actually.” She smiled. “Just-this school holds a lot of strong memories.”

    “I imagine so.” He replied. “So how has class been for the day?” He asked.

    She shrugged. “Interesting.” She countered. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stares and the attention though.” She said.

    “Hm, well you’re somewhat of a hero around here.” H reasoned. “Not to mention...well….you are a goddess of the moon.”

    Kazmiyah rolled her eyes and chuckled. “I guess.”

    “Alright, princi-pal.” A voice said, interrupting the conversation. “When do I start these classes?”

    When Kazmiyah heard her voice, she knew immediately who it was. No one could achieve such a condescendingly uninterested tone the way she did. She didn't even know the girl and realized this immediately.

    When she stood face to face with the girl, she didn’t have much to say-or maybe she did and just didn’t know how to say it.

    “Well, well, well.” She said. “If it isn’t ‘the daughter of the moon.” She said with a small smile.

    Kazmiyah didn’t know how to respond to her at first, not knowing whether it was open hostility that she was sensing or just her natural sense of sarcasm. “And I guess, you’re the daughter of the sun then?” She said.

    “Oh, sweetie, I’m so much more than that.” She smiled. “And apparently,” Her small smile disappeared, but not into an expression that was angry or in any way conniving-just….unreadable. “You are too.” She said and walked away. “Aurora Valentine.” She introduced herself as she continued on. “Guess, I’ll catch you later principal Alpha.” 

    As she walked away, Kazmiyah looked at her father with an expression of concern on her face. “You think she’s going to be a handful?” She asked.

    Warren chuckled. “No more than you.” He returned. Kazmiyah grimaced. “Besides, I kind of like the girl.” He smirked. “I think you two hit it off pretty well.” He walked away with a laugh. “You already got one thing in common.” 

    “Oh? And what is that?” Kazmiyah asked, arms crossed. 

    “You both owe me a new truck.”