You Are A Tribrid

Dragana POV



The sun was shining brightly, the smell of seawater and sand hitting me as I was waking up. A large white canopy tent was around me, however, inside it looked more like an ornate and very elaborate living room. Beautify decorated red and gold cushions with intricate designs were everywhere. Fresh flowers of all kinds and glass and gold ornaments stood around me, catching the sun and sparkling in reflection. Crystal chandeliers were hanging as if suspended in mid-air by sheer willpower. I was laying down on a very large white and gold ottoman, a light blanket on me. I heard people and sensed their presence but really saw nothing. Sitting up, I was trying to recall where I was. “You have woken up child!”. I heard the voice belonging to Solomon, whom now I understood was my great grandfather, my family.



“Where am I?”, I said groggily. “You passed out child, summoning and traveling through Silver Gate took a lot out of you”, he said with a smile, although I could sense concern in his words. “Silver Gate??”, I asked, confused. He nodded, walking towards me, his hands crossed in front of him. He looked every inch the King of The Witches I read about and heard. He was not extremely well built like Roman or any werewolf really, but his aura and his power were evident in every step he took. As if by magic, several servants appeared carrying trays of food and teas and coffee. Two very large men brought in a long silver and glass table they now placed in front of me and were laying out the food.



“Coffee??? Tea??” Solomon asked. “Tea will be lovely, grand..” I did not even know what to call him, it felt odd and I was embarrassed. “You can call me Solomon child, if that is more comfortable for now”. I simply nodded.



As he sat down, two beautiful women with ebony hair and olive skin dressed in light green and gold robes placed the food and poured the tea, briefly smiling and nodding in my direction. “Would you like anything else, Princess?”, one of them asked me, her green eyes looking at me curiously. I simply stared at her. I was not a princess. My mother was, but when she left her coven, her title was more honorary if you will. She was technically still a princess, but we were both captives in reality.



“I understand you have many questions. And you have every right to be right and upset with me, and quite frankly, the whole family”, Solomon said, looking at me intently now. “Whole family??” A weird sensation was spreading around me when he said that. Is it possible that I had a real family??? I knew so little of our past and while mother shared some things, she died way too soon, way too young to teach me, to explain. And nobody ever showed up in my life. I simply presumed we had very little family that wanted nothing to do with me or that they did not exist.



“Where am I?”, I said again, sitting up now, noticing I still had the same clothes on as when we left the pack house. Jasmine, I thought to myself. What of her and Beta Art? The attack was so violent, I was not sure they survived. I looked down at my leg, but there was no injury, nothing was showing up – not even a scar was now visible. It was as if nothing happened.



“I healed you”, said Solomon, noticing my glance.



“What do you want from me? And again, where is this place? Why am I here????"



“I want to help you”. His expression was impossible to read, but I somehow understood and felt that he truly meant that. “As for where you are, you are in one of my homes. This is the Ramil Palace, on the coast of what those in the human world call the Arabian Sea. You got here by opening a Silver Gate”, he said simply. “Silver Gate??? I do not know what that is”, I stated, looking at him more and more bewildered. “The lullaby Dragana, the one you sang, the one your mother sang to you. You used it tonight, right?” he was asking.



“Well yes, I did. Lady Jasmine told me what to do, although I was very surprised as to how she knew about this! I could barely remember it myself, and I just met Jasmine today, in fact”, I blurted out.



He was nodding. “Your mother was extremely powerful”, he said wistfully. “You may not understand it just yet, and I know you think she hid a lot from you, which she did. But she was training you in the process, teaching you too”, he was saying while sipping on his tea. “And you, my dearest, are even more powerful then she ever was!!!”, he said. I nearly chocked on the tea I was drinking and it took me a minute to catch my breath. “I am what?!!!!!?”



“More powerful child, more powerful indeed. And that, my dear, is probably because you are not just a witch. You are a Tribid!"