CHAPTER 8

The gate finally reached Alexander's line of vision and it made him delighted. Finally, he was going to be free from the illusion he called home.
He ran towards the gate, his heart beating hard against his ribcage as he neared the gate. After living like a fool- Even though he did not remember the parts of him that were foolish, he could feel it in his soul that he did something foolish.
He had dreams that he killed his family and the dreams were almost as vivid as his sight. He hated himself. No, he hated the things he did in the dream. He wasn't sure it was real but he lived quite a long time without memory and having something such as his dream to hold on to made him feel a certain way. A stirring in his chest that made him feel like he could take control of his life.
He wasn't sure how but he felt like change would begin once he stepped out of the gate.
And he did. He jumped as high as he could and his fingers clutched the metal of the six feet tall gate that was erected into the ground. He looked around and saw that there weren't any people around, although he could very much smell them.
He moved away from the gate and braced himself for the fall.
He landed on his feet and looked at the empty spaces around. He had crossed over the gate but he still felt trapped.
There was something bugging at his soul, telling him that he shouldn't have done something.
He had no idea the path he should take. He thought he would know once he got to the other side of the fence but now that he had crossed over to the other side of the fence, he had no idea what to do.
It wasn't like he remembered the paths he once took. The only thing he knew were things that directly linked to his natural state.
Wolf.
He knew how to hunt, protect, kill, and survive.
Those things were instincts.
Howl.
A wolf's cry.
Alexander followed the sound. Why was there a wolf here?
His feet stumbled upon a broken branch, he stared down at the branch. It looked like it fell recently.
He sniffed the air and looked up to the tree. Simultaneously, a werewolf jumped on him and he was quick to dodge it.
'What the hell?' He thought.
"Why do you attack me?" He said with a growl.
He could have done many horrible things in his life but now, he was ready for redemption.
He let out a growl.
He was angry. But at himself and his pathetic excuse of a life.
Alexander heard another growl and the next thing he felt was his back hitting the ground. The werewolf was fast. How did he not see it coming?
He rose on his feet quickly. And he felt chills on his skin.
He heard loud screams and footsteps coming from the distance. The earth shook and Alexander felt his legs stagger on the ground.
He tried to count the number of werewolves racing in his direction.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Seven,
Twelve.
Twenty.
The numbers kept rising and now he could see a multitude of wolves racing towards him. He was their target.
All the seven tribes united to get him. He laughed. From he knew, even the tribe that he became a killing machine for opened the gate and attacked.
Before Alexander could decide on what to do, he was attacked from every angle. Their claws tore through the barriers of skin while some others directly jumped off his back and ripped the flesh off his skin until blood was gushing out.
"ARRGGGHHHH!" He cried and fell on his knees as claws, sharp teeth, weapons ripped off his skin.
He was being eaten alive!
He cried out loud and started to get memories.
An older man who usually passed by the front of the ratchet he called home..
Blood!
His mind directed him to the day he awoke in a weird room along with a slender woman who looked sly and wicked.
That day, he was only thinking about spilling blood. It was almost like someone was chanting 'Spill blood' repeatedly in his.
That day, he was totally out of it.
He remembered the faces of those he killed without mercy. They were his family, his people.. His.. Birth mother.
"No!!" He cried loudly and desperately, "How could I.."
As they ripped his flesh apart, he screamed whilst remembering the look of agony in the faces of all those he killed.
He snapped out of self-pity and let out a loud growl, slapping aside the fools that were feeding on his flesh.
"WHY?" He roared in anger and a single lightning appeared in the sky.
Then droplets of rain started to fall and the coldness of the rain burned him. He could feel the veil between him and death fading.
Every living things were a weapon for source.
If they had to die after fulfilling their mission, then the source would benefit from it. But he had to at least know why..
The insides of his stomach were being eaten raw.
"Why.." He whispered as he fell into the pack of wolves who ate him alive while he breathed his last.
That was the reason why..
He asked for redemption and the only way he could redeem himself was to die.
He had hurt many people in his lifetime emotionally and physically.
Many people knew him and wanted to be close to him but he couldn't remember who they were even though they had fun times together.
That was problematic and because of this, people refrained from telling him their feelings because they knew it wouldn't be reciprocated. They could only love him in their hearts.
Physically, he was a killing machine. He not only massacred his entire family. He killed those Alpha Killian wanted dead.
His entire existence had been incredibly painful. He neither lived or loved well. He wished he was never born and maybe the greatest gift the moon goddess could give him was killing him.
After sucking Alexander dry, the wolves decided to test their new powers.
It was all over the supernatural realm that if anyone had a taste of Alexander's blood, they would inherit his powers but now that many of them had drunk his blood.. Not one miracle had happened.
They were all.. Normal.
"You!" The Alpha from the crescent moon called Alpha Killian whose mouth was stained with blood.
Alpha Killian looked over his shoulder and gave him a dry look, "What?"
"You said we would get powers as long as we drank Alexander Firdaus blood. Well, guess what, we all did. But where are the powers, you bloody moron?!"
Killian slammed his fist into the Alpha's face, "Don't talk down on me, fool!"
The people of Crescent moon did not like to see their Alpha humiliated so they fought the members of Night Bliss who of course, wouldn't sit still and get bullied by a tribe they deemed lesser than them.
Like that, it went on. The fight.
Alexander's bones were crushed in the pandemonium and the werewolves took fighting to the next level.
They killed each other until it became interesting to them like a game, they wanted to see who would die first but it became endless.
They killed one another. Tribesmen or not.
Another lightning struck against the sky and rain poured down to the earth, making the smell of blood more highlighted.
The stench of corpses didn't stop the living werewolves from fighting either. In fact, it got more interesting because of the smell of blood.
Werewolves were ruled by their instincts and the highlighted scent of blood drove them wild and pushed them to hunt one another.
This went on until daybreak. Then the initial excitement was replaced with grief. Half of the werewolves population were dead.
Alpha Killian had died.
In the most brutal manner.
His gut had been pulled out of his stomach and his body was not a pleasant sight to see.
Alpha Killian was a wicked man so he probably deserved such gruesome but what about those that were innocent? They also died.
The realization crept into the minds of the living wolves and their actions haunted them especially those who killed their family and friends for the 'thrill'
As the werewolves had the same realization, an angelic presence surrounded them and they were in a daze.
People who were spiritually versed could see that the moon goddess was amongst them but they couldn't say it out loud as she somehow made them mute.
She was beautiful and translucent. Ethereal, like her origin.
She looked at a member of the crescent moon tribe and he suddenly began to sing a beautiful tune.
People wanted to cuss at him but his voice held a heavy yet kind message for them.
While the man sang, the moon goddess danced around the dead bodies, blessing them.
However, as she danced more aggressively the man's singing became more high-pitched and it brought the listeners to tears.
As they were consumed by the music, they became more emotional and receptive. The moon goddess's presence highlighted their feminine sides.
"Watch!" Someone cried in the crowd.
"Oh my goodness!"
A tree was sprouting from a body remains. The crowd went to take a look at the body and they quickly recognized it as Alexander Firdaus' body.
The scene was both magical and haunting with the man that was singing. He couldn't stop singing even if he wanted to. He was totally out of it.
The tree grew tall and beautifully with fruits but only gifted people could see the fruits.
The werewolves' hearts pounded.
Was Alexander truly magical that a tree could sprout from his body?
They were in shock but it soon turned to fright when they heard a voice but didn't see the person speaking.
Magic lies within the seven unified spirits.
The spirits that have left earth still linger.
What was the emotion behind his sweet dirge?
Find the answer to the Khoyata tree.
Those words echoed before it disappeared into thin air.
The wolves headed back
to their tribes to rebuild and they were surprised to see that the tree that grew out of Alexander Firdaus remains, were in their territories.
This story lived on for a long time.
Alexandra was a hero, by causing a tree to bloom from his remains, the seven tribes united. They felt they were equally treasured by the moon goddess for having the same tree sprout in their territories.
They named the trees according to the strange voice they heard that day.
The Khoyata tree.
Many tried to solve the riddle that the moon goddess gave them but didn't get what they wanted to learn.
Eventually, they gave up on solving the riddle. Months passed and the riddle the moon goddess gave them unfortunately was replaced by fake words but the story was praised no matter how long it took since it occurred. Thanks to the history books, it wasn't easily forgotten..
There were also different impressions of the trees.
Those who were spiritually inclined said they saw it bear fruits while those who weren't spiritually inclined said it looked like a normal tree.
But when those who claimed to see the fruit started to live better lives than their counterparts, jealousy started going around.
And the issue was fully investigated but no matter how hard they tried to get it. They didn't understand it.
While many gave up on it, a few didn't and this led to more unspoken secrets between the Khoyata tree so the legend mostly ended with The story of Alexander Firadus and how he'd beaten the odds despite being a slave.
Esther walked through the packed crowd, a cloak above her head in Night bliss town.
She'd told Alpha Killian a false message because she foresaw that he was going to betray her and out of all things, betrayal didn't sit well with her, so she plotted against him- It didn't take a lot of effort actually.