Book 3: Chapter 88
Tiffany
I held my hands to my mouth, realizing that I’d shed blood tears for my mistress….
That was cruel….
It started as an accident, they were both marching to each other… but Xaxas made it *worse*. She doesn’t even feel like a mother.
/That is why I am upset./ Said Theo. /I made my mistakes… I am, nor was ever perfect…. No one is, but THAT crossed a line. I do not wish to help the masters anymore./
She shut me out… and I was left to look at the wasteland that her realm became. I’d never seen it beautiful, but I know… I know in my heart that before this everything glimmered, and the water was clear enough to see the bottom of the large lake…
But this place smelled of rust. Oxidation… Decay….
/This is where we would go had I been a wolf./ She whispered. I thought she’d shut me out for longer, but I see she just needed a minute. Her being upset unsettles me too….greatly.
/But then we couldn’t go where our mate does, nor mother…. Or any of our witch family./ I countered.
/I don’t regret this shape, or agreeing to give what I was to Harry. There’s nothing he could do with witch powers, and being a wolf would have halved your magical ability./ she said calmly.
There was no major sadness, just a touch of it. I could get that though. She was *supposed* to be a wolf, but as a twin, I was born a whole witch, and my brother a whole wolf.
And for it, I am a Coven leader, and he’s Alpha strength, being Beta to the 5th largest pack in the wolf world.
Instead of sulfur and torment, this place was calm and serine…. But tarnished…
Things were silver, but the oxidation had to be from her sorrows… Wolves sneered as I passed, as if *I* broke the Night Mother’s heart, even spitting after I passed.… and I saw the Moon Goddess, being held by Kaizen.
The grass and trees were almost black, having little shine. Anything that wasn’t oxidized looked to be made of pewter, a dull, gunmetal look that held an almost iron smell… I could tell that the water was supposed to be clear… and those poor little tarnished animals that were supposed to shine held my pity.
They itched and scratched at discolored bits, some down to the skin…. And my poor moon goddess….
She too was tarnished.
Her skin was oxidized silver…. Her red dress was a deep scarlet, and her closed eyes were wet with tears….all the while unfinished children lay at her feet, unborn and unmade… Missing eyes, ears, arms or legs. Some had no wolf at all, meaning they would be born human… not an Omega…. I don’t know if Kaizen knew that. The Wolf is what makes a werewolf a *wolf*…. It’s why I’m a witch…
There was light humming from some of her followers, others had tarnished picked flowers to lay at her feet, yet I could see them crumble.
That too is her fate if this keeps up…I can’t see her surviving like this.
There was a silent anger for her sake… The Horned One did this…. If it was on purpose or not… I don’t think at the moment I rightly cared. She is much too sweet to have *anything* happen to her…
He held a finger to his lips. She was asleep.
“How goes it.” I whispered, handing him the herbs. “… I … I saw.” I admitted.
“She said she feels like a pet.” He mumbled low as not to wake her.
“I’m glad I came….. here. I prepared the herbs for him. “Burn those herbs in a little bowl….”
“Here. If it helps the mistress, anything Theo.” Said Bryran the Beast… a great, powerful wolf who was killed in battle by his own packmates. Born on the red moon like Bryson, he too fights until he is dust…
“We got this Tiffany. Go back to the world of the living, and tell both grandfather AND uncle Xaxas to let me handle it.” Said Kaizen.
“…. Such an awful thing to do to his own mother too.” Said a werewolf I didn’t know.
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It’s So nice being unseen, unknown, and unheard.
Why would they? My children run the show, I just watch.
I felt the ripple of the timeline’s instability. The ripple was too small to interfere. And even if I *did*, the universe will wait. This was more important.
*ding*
My oven timer went off. With that, I put my little cottage world in stasis.
Stopping time is whatever, even a mortal has figured that out. Warps and anomalies, even paradoxes that contradict my rule are… annoying, but I’ll allow them from time to time. They only wrinkle the sheets, so to speak.
But nobody goes backwards.
That tears reality, and I will Not allow that. But I only sensed a paradox, so I continued being an old ‘grandpa.’ Work is depressing, but this has made my decisions worth it. I’m not lonely…. It is not the *same* but if this is all I can ever receive again, I gladly cherish it.
Time would not move again until I got guests, because I worked *really* hard on this, and I didn’t want anything cold or tasting timey. Bleh. There’s nothing worse than food that’s off by a few moments. Not yet rotted or spoiled…. But Not yet a tad too cold or lukewarm…. But the aftertaste of it is forming. I can taste that, even in this form.
I heaved myself off the couch as my back cracked, still refusing to use a cane. If I go slow, I don’t need it. There is no rush, other than wanting this one to be right.
I was a little nervous. I worked on this 3 days, and had 6 failures… but they’re coming today! Well…. Since I have this place in stasis … it’s going to stay ‘today’ until after they leave.
How *Exciting* Too!
I haven’t been this energized since little Bryson gained his horns!
The tea party I’m throwing celebrates nothing in particular, just an excuse to get visitors to my cottage, to share in my harvest on my little farm.
“Hot Damn!” I grinned. This was my latest feat yet, a baked Alaska. And I’m covering up all that hard work with buttercream, because I want it to look like a strawberry.
**My train of thought is …. Off today.**
I looked around.
Probably Zuviel Being *Nosy*. Awful children who scare their mates and kill numbered gods don’t get cake.
Arviel too.
Little Humblon is an exception. He Does visit.
He and Niyamya may partake if they come to my tea party. I sent them an invitation, yet, so far only Samira and Isabelle have officially answered, so I’m keeping the meal light.
I already made the elk wellington, got a deep red, and now the dessert is ready. All I need now is a movie to pick while we eat and talk shit about the others. Hehehehe.
Ones who fucking Visit More than Lopping Off My Head to reset everything.
Ones who Call More than to ask for something! The little ingrates!
I put it on my cake stand, taking my time to frost and decorated it.
The sun came out, and my sunflowers are going to be ready to pick Tuesday too….
Marvelous.
Oh today is perfect. Nothing could possibly go-
\[ALERT: Timeline Anomaly detected. Universe stability drop from: {85%} to {84.9999999%}!!\] Said Ziri.
I sighed.
“Oh come on! I’m being bothered for *this*?!” I complained.
At least I’d already stopped time on my little farm world. Let me just drop everything and recalibrate the universe.
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