The future in the present!

Lidien's POV
I was requested to go to the Forbidden forest.

Illusions were created and here I was faced with one illusion which looked like me.

“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. I was created, just as you were. We are the same, you and me.”

My heart was pounding so hard as I closed the gap between us.

“See? There isn’t anything to be frightened of I am your friend" The creature said

Now inches apart, I put my haphazard plan in motion. Without giving it a second thought, I pushed my clone aside with a great deal of force and rushed out of the tunnel and into the space I wanted to go and check out.
It screamed a sickening cry and ran to me. Eventually, I no longer heard its feet touching the floor. I turned to see it levitating in my direction, just like the unfinished prototype before it.

In all my years of being in the pack, I had never been able to encounter this kind of creature which looked exactly like myself.

I ran out of Asher's office and navigated the maze of halls with sheer luck, successfully making it down the stairs and to the first floor. I called out for the pack officer to help me, but he was not at his post. It seemed I was on my own.

In a flash, I yanked open the front door and stumbled out into the cool, night air. There on the path, waiting for me, was the prototype, still floating above the earth. I dashed to my right and took off into the trees, desperately hoping the shrubbery would hide me to some extent.
It was no use.

I looked back to see both clones, honed in on my position, both flying into the forest. There was no way I could quickly run to them.

Thinking quickly, I developed a theory where my eyes were void of colour. I thought of the exchange I had with the clone in my room. It was a long shot, but I carefully took cover behind a tree, walking as softly as I could manage.

Now there were rogues seemed they all were in the mood to make my life miserable I followed suit, but dispersed at my last position, seemingly unaware of my way splitting up to find me.

My foresight was proven correct. They were blind; only able to react to sound. That’s how they were able to navigate the forest in the dark. If I was quiet, I thought, I might be able to leave unnoticed.

Putting as little weight as possible into each of my steps, I made my way to another tree, then another. I repeated this process until I accidentally stepped onto a fallen branch, creating a loud crack that rang through the woods.

My cover was blown. Within a matter of seconds, the two clones caught up to me and readied themselves for an attack. I was out of breath and energy; unable to run anymore. There would be no escaping them now.

This was it. My final moments. Knowing I only had a week left anyway, a week left for me to save my people and my pup from the damnation that came with us having to fight like our lives depended on it.

I wasn’t all that bothered. The only thing that kept me scared was the thought of what these foul creatures would unleash upon me. They had abilities unknown to the natural world.

Seeing the agony my father went through when he passed, it was safe to assume I was in for a great deal of anguish at the hands of my other selves.

Yes, I was in agony, my father's illness took a turn with was not being managed properly and he died.

The pack had been in chaos and I still couldn't take it.
He was my best friend.

I closed my eyes for the impending torment. That’s when a fleeting thought bubbled to the surface.

If I was like them it means I was full of powers.

I opened my eyes and just barely had time to dodge a red stream of liquid that shot from the prototype’s mouth. It met the tree at my side and melted its bark clean off.

The other clone extended its arm and turned its hand in a circular motion. The space around us seemed to bend, making my vision blur. I was inflicted by hallucinations, the likes of which I never want to experience again. Bound by this power, the visions, at the time, felt all too real.

I was standing in a white room in a hospital. From what I could tell, doctors were scrambling to deliver a baby. I managed to catch a glimpse of the woman between the outline of their forms. It was my mother in the labour room about birthing me. This was the day I was born – or at least when the actual me was born not these clones and lookalikes.

Her pained cries ricocheted off the walls and burrowed into my ears. After a moment or two, the sound abruptly stopped and the doctors dispersed, forming a path to the table. I hesitantly stepped over to it and was greeted by a terrible sight.

My mother was still, her eyes glazed over. Something was moving within her abdomen. It began clawing its way out, blood and organs spilling over onto the floor. A face appeared above the mess. It was one of the clones, its dark eyes cutting through my stare and shaking me to my core. It expelled a black smoke from its mouth that swirled around the room and filled my field of view. It then dissipated, transitioning to another scene.
Seeing the last and how I was born scared me, I had never been told this story, shit my feet hurt.

I was now outside of my home, peering in through the window. My father and I were having dinner at ease, laughing together, as we had on many nights before. A tear trickled down my cheek as I watched. Then, without warning, the version of me in the house turned to meet my gaze, its eyes consumed by a familiar darkness. It was the clone, still toying with me.

A wicked smile danced across its face as it stood up from the table and stepped over to my father, who was still laughing as if nothing had happened. All the while, it never turned away, our eyes still locked in a sickening stare.

I cried out, futilely.

The clone placed its hands on my father’s head. I struck the glass to warn him, but it was no use. His smile grew wider. I shut my eyes, not wishing to see what would come next. There was a loud crack followed by the thud of a body meeting the floor. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see the clone, right there at the window. I fell back in fear and hit my head on the unforgiving ground. The illusion was then broken.

These were all illusions of the forbidden forest, I had to go through all of these to be able to fulfil my last battles as the last Moon goddess.

I found myself back in the forest, pinned to the ground by an unseen force.

I had to toast.

I tried to tap into whatever reservoirs of energy I possessed. The clones readied themselves. I saw the prototype open its mouth again. I would be a goner if not for what happened next.

Almost out of my control, I broke free of my restraints, releasing a wave of energy that propelled the copies deeper into the woods. I stood in an upright position and nervously awaited their return, still unsure of how to use my newfound abilities. Their stree denounced across the tree line.
They appeared before me, their faces contorted in pure anger. With them, an armada of wildlife; deadly creatures that didn’t exist in any textbook.
A bear the size of a house with grass-like fur, wolves with six legs and three eyes, human-sized bipedal rabbits, and a slew of others I had no time to examine.
They must have been failed experiments from the lab. blood lustrated at me with blood lust in their eyes.
Using what seemed like a collective of telekinetic energy, I was hurled upward into the air.
They gathered below and waited for me to fall to them. I helplessly flailed about while descending to what I thought would be my inevitable death. On my descent, something awoke within me.
All at once, I stopped falling, and hung there in the night sky, facing the group below. Then, almost instinctively, I unfolded my arms and legs out in front of me. Something I can only describe as a loud, metallic creak was expelled from my mouth, while a glow left my skin and washed over the forest.

"Get my mate out of there you!" Asher pointed towards Slimy and he had to pull me out through a censor of his mind.
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