Chapter 38

A/n: This chapter will have 3 parts. I didn’t even know I wrote that much…. It gets *really* bloody too. Just a head’s up.
Samira
“Except today….all I’ve done is cry and be weak.” I admitted.
I couldn’t even look someone so strong in the eyes… Queen Gweneth also fought in the war… She became a moon colored wolf and aided the Wolf King… There’s stories of her healing the souls of entire cities at a time…
However, the only person she can’t heal, is herself.
It was said that she could even mend the break of a bond, that the living party didn’t mourn the loss of loved ones….
“Forgive me. I try.” I mumbled. It was all I could say.
I felt like I was a foal, running around a real mare….
She chuckled, but it was the sweet kind. “Don’t worry of your bark and bite little one…. You do well enough. Your bark and bite are tender now, but I see the makings of a wolf. But that is not what I am here for. You need to learn how to use this.” She motioned the well…. “You have a natural talent. You’ll never be able to properly soul mend… only I can do that, but you will be akin to a… a soul field medic if that makes sense.”
“I’m not a wolf.” I said. “All I did was twirl around and be happy…. And I let the women off with a warning.” The Queen shook her head.
“But did they need to be beheaded?” she crossed her arms. “My grandson would have gutted them both in front of you. Is that what you want?”
“…No.”
“Then I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t possible. Now get a pillow, and get comfortable. I need to become solid.” She said like mom. “I’m here *because* of your twirling around.”
“Of course your highness.”
“You are my grandchild. Call me grammy or gram-gram as the rest do.” She said putting her right hand in the water… and she glowed for 15 minutes until she was solid. “I Think I’ll only need an hour this time.”
“Then I’ll make sure I memorize it in my heart. Thank you for taking time out your rest for this.”
I had a feeling this shouldn’t be on paper…
“It’s worth it. You are a Warrior; you just don’t allow yourself to see it yet… None of my other children showed this much promise either…And I honestly do not want to wake anytime soon….”
“I didn’t know that.”
Another Queen has essentially told me they aren’t coming back… I will keep this secret as best as I can…
“Because you block your own growth.” She said firmly, not ‘hearing’ me. “I see your timid stance and gentle smile… Many forget that unicorns are powerful creatures because they *appear* docile. Just because you don’t have fangs, doesn’t mean you can’t bite.” She grinned. “Tia, can you bring Jang? His pain is nearly bottomless… Even before my retirement, I had to treat him once a week.”
“I heard that you didn’t like Jang…..” I mumbled.
“I don’t, but we are immortal… I have worked with him since the war. My tastes don’t matter if he can serve our people. Don’t forget that… You *will* work *with* your enemies to keep the planet figuratively spinning as well.” She said like a Luna. You could look at her and tell that she led the wolves. I will not dishonor her position. “Put your hand in the fountain. Do you know how to absorb magic?” She asked.
“Mama- I mean mother taught me.” I tried to say this stoically… and failed.
She giggled.
“I can see Sagrinal in you. In private he was damn near as sweet as a unicorn himself. What you saw from them both was all hot air.” Queen Gweneth smiled.
I could see the water glow silver, and I could feel… almost blessed after 5 minutes.
“Do you feel blessed yet?” She asked.
“I do… It’s like a heartbeat.”
“I finally convinced him my lady.” Said Tia.
“Good… Come here.” Gweneth pressed her forehead to hers, and she glowed. The hole in her chest was still there… but it looked as if it were healing, becoming less jagged. “Did you catch that?”
“It looked like the little glow passed from you to her.” I mumbled.
“Now I understand….” He bowed.
“Stop being so formal! Gods all of you are getting on my nerves.” She growled. “Your body should be ready. I see your hands are the most healing…. So I want you to take both his hands in yours, and pass the fount’s energy to him.” She instructed.
We were both hesitant… but I could see the thin thread between him and Tia thicken. After all, her heart was taken by the Realm King…. If not for the thread, I doubt she’d be able to feel love.
That isn’t how the heart *actually* works, since in reality it only pumps blood… but for some reason… it truly is connected to emotion… It’s why the undead are so cruel… Their blood is black from their hatred and non-beating hearts.
Everything went black before I finished healing him …. I saw it all through his eyes, start to finish.
…I felt all the emotional and physical pain as he did… I *was* Jang…. And I understood how much he hates himself….
How slimy his soul feels…
I learned now why there is only ONE Soul Mender…
----Jang----
/Do not do this!/ Shouted Xùnsù, my wolf.
I think… I think this was the last time I heard his voice. He has not really spoken with me since…
The poison was delivered… The silver weapons were molded…
It was almost time... I just wanted to wait until after Harvest. I would honor the Night of Peace.
“Be careful baby.” Said Tia… she kissed me goodnight outside our room. “Try to take those other pups out too. It’s too late for the father, but no King of mine will be a damn dirty demon.” She hissed.
“This plan will work.” I said running my hand through her black hair… I made sure she was asleep, because I didn’t want her involved.
This plan *had* to work…
A demon must not rise to power…
We worked *SO* hard to protect this world *from* demons, *only to hand it to them* with a crown included…
The King’s eyes are clouded because the Horned One found a way to become his kin, and my lord won’t have the heart to do this… I would lie and say that I didn’t, but the age of life lost does not matter to true council…. Not when they have horns.
There was almost a satisfaction from this. We guard his majesty… He is only the wolf, so I know he will not see reason.
My wolf growled. He too was fooled….
Everyone is… They think someone like Bryson the Beast or his blood will do good. They will up to the night my king is defeated or retires… Then the tyranny will begin again, only *worse* because he will be awake with help…
They will be like… like *him*…. The master…. The Tyrant King.
In my office I felt watched…
“Come willingly.” Said a Shadow Wolf… An Assassin. He appeared from nowhere inside my office behind me, evidence in hand….
I knew him… Obsidian was one of the elite ones… I cannot best him.
Shit.
Each Council is appointed a few Shadow Warriors… This wolf was from the original Third or Fourth Seat, and got transferred after Brutus’s death…
If I didn’t miss that low-born halfbreed…. He was useful. He was the only one smart enough to see the big picture… Lupe and the others are just ‘yes’ men.
No ambition, nor wit other than being good dogs who did what they were told.
“I know your work Obsidian…” I said allowing myself to be put in cuffs.
I did not let my pack stop him…. I didn’t tell Tia. Let her sleep… It will be the last peaceful one she gets when they behead me.
We drove all the way to Missura in one go… He did not even stop for gas, since he had nearly a trunk full in a large specialized can….
Early morning became day, and day became the Harvest Night…
I don’t know how he didn’t side with me. That *fucking monster* should *stay* asleep…. Xaxas killed, fucked, and destroyed across the world…
My King could not stop him…
Every King making a last stand together made him laugh…
I watched him destroy an entire country… The destruction was so great, and it was so hot, that we had to wait a year to have a team survey it, and Queen Diana had to *beg* the Earth Goddess to repair Mongoliya… even the Earth Goddess was afraid to touch the master’s work….
Yet now, I sat in a cell….
Now it was harvest night…
The Tyrant is waiting on a mate… One that if she wasn’t born, he wouldn’t have woken…
That was the plan…
Find and kill her…
Make her repeatedly reborn… then kill the incarnation for good measure….
If she isn’t’ born, he can’t get up… He can’t do as he did before.