Hello Readers!
My goodness it's been a long time! But I hope it's been worth the wait!
I found a great new editor! She's been a really great editor, so I have to give her snaps! :)
Also, I plan to finish the series by either Christmas or New Years, so be expecting some more chapters!
Hope you enjoy! Remember to comment and vote!
-Sensanin
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Chapter 7
Time takes us for a merry ride With those who live and those who die Time is factored in every choice we make In all the plans we have, in every action we take
Tabiti glided effortlessly through her forest, dodging trees, roots, and wild life with nary a thought. She had set Nar down for a nap shortly after the sands had come. Gods did not age like humans, and so Nar was still a child, still easily frightened. It had angered her the way Nyyrikki had sent his message, but he had made his point very clear. He wanted a war, and she was damn sure going to give him one!
She came to a sudden halt at the base of a mountain, her mountain, and the only one in her entire forest. Raven effortlessly landed on her shoulder, peering intently at the impossibly large mountain. Tabiti smiled, absently stroking his feathers, "There is no need to worry Raven. I'm perfectly safe." Raven continued to stare at her, giving her an incredulous look. Strange coming from a bird, Tabiti thought.
Sighing gently, she silently moved to the mouth of the mountain, then further, into the heart. Tabiti had built this cave when she had needed to escape Nyyrikki; it had provided the best protection, and something more.
Tabiti was a goddess after all, and could create worlds as easily as she destroyed them. Nyyrikki had been a threat she hadwanted to avoid, but he had also been the inspiration for getting her wolf back.
Raven shifted nervously on her shoulder, not comfortable with the situation they were in. Lightly petting the creature, Tabiti materialized a perch for him. He quickly flew to his perch, leaving Tabiti to once again marvel at her creation.
Like all things gods create, the mountain wasn't as it seemed; the heart held something very precious, something easily over looked and innocuous. Shaped as a dome with crystals of every color and shade reflecting back at each other, the heart held a small pool, glowing softly, courtesy of the crystals surrounding it.
The entire environment of the cave lured creatures in, enticed them to stay, take a dip in the pool. Only a fool or an enemy would dare touch it, the waters would instantly kill them, turning them into same crystal that decorated the walls. Tabiti had designed it to only let four beings in: herself, Nar, Raven, and her wolf. Correction: wolves.
The pool was a portal to different places in time and space, and Tabiti had used it to create her army. Tabiti walked slowly around the pool, gazing into the mesmerizing waters, gathering her strength.
When Tabiti had sent her winds to collect her wolf's soul, she had not simply taken the entire soul and placed it in a single human female's body; that would have been dangerous. The wolf was a celestial being and would easily over take the human and kill it, thereby losing its vessel. No matter what creature Tabiti would place the soul into, it would always die.
Holding her arm out, she motioned for Raven to come to her. Hesitantly Raven flew, landing delicately on Tabiti's hand. "Are you confident in your decision?" Raven communicated telepathically. Tabiti laughed outright. "No," she spoke quietly in the room, "I am not." Nyyrikki had taken her wolf, had crushed her heart, and though she would not admit it, she still loved him. So she had vowed long ago, if she could not cut her heart out to save herself from pain, she would use her pain to fuel her anger and revenge.
Tabiti walked across the water, moving towards the center. Below her was water so deep she could not see the end. Closing her eyes, Tabiti let gravity take over, water closing over both herself and Raven's head. Sinking in the water, she sank back to into her memories and let them take her.
Tabiti had taken Wolf's soul and split it into fours. She had scattered them throughout time, into the bodies of those who would procreate and then become her warriors. Some of the soul fragments had lain dormant, while others had manifested themselves in small tricks, like heightened smell,or faster speed. But only in that single female human, did the wolf come out to full form, only with her. But the woman's descendants were not enough, she needed to gather her army, to train them, to wake up their wolves.
Sifting through time and space was tricky, and pulling people out was dangerous; so instead she took from the present her warriors, and from descendants of Wolf she built her army.
"Go now Raven, and awaken my wolves. Bring them to me. We prepare for war," she whispered into his mind. Suspended in the water, she saw every one of her warriors in the shifting waves. Raven turned, leaving her arm and dived deep into the pool, the darkness claiming him.
Tabiti stared at the shifting imagines in the waters reflection, as one by one Raven collected her warriors, leaving only the Royal Family of Oscella. The family could shift, they were more prepared, they had been trained, and they would lead her army.
Focusing, Tabiti stretched her mind out to each of the people Raven collected, "My children...the time has come to awaken. Awaken and be free. The battle is beginning." ___________________________________ Two Weeks Later
Jozlyn was not in the mood to deal with bullshit, and Prince Demir was full of it. "Let. Go. Of. Me," Jozlyn said icily, giving him her best death glare.
"We need to talk," Demir said gruffly, retaining his hold on her. Half the class had already left for the day, but the people remaining had seen the prince walk up to her, and were now curious as to see what would happen.
"I said, let go of me!" Jozlyn said louder, violently yanking her arm from his grasp, but he simply wouldn't budge.
"Keep your voice down," Demir reprimanded her, frowning at her stubbornness.
Oh it's on, Jozlyn thought, mentally gathering her riotous anger. "You pig headed, spoilt, little rich boy asshole!" Jozlyn spat at him. Tossing her braid over her shoulder, she staring down her nose at Demir, and began her tirade. "So even though I've been asking you to talk, -all of two freaking weeks!- and you've ignored me; Now you want to talk?!" She laughed; once again trying to yank her arm from his grasp. He didn't relent, which just made Jozlyn even more pissed.
"Fuck you! I have nothing to say to you. So you can take whatever you want to say, and shove it into the deepest part of your- Hey!" Jozlyn yelled, going toe-to-toe with Demir.
Demir had heard enough; he grabbed her and forcibly removed her from the room, much to the displeasure of the snickering few that remained. Demir was sure Jozlyn's little outburst would be on every media network known to man, in less than a few minutes.
Demir continued to haul Jozlyn from the classroom and ultimately the school much to her bitching, moaning, and general criticism of him. Not to mention the threats. "You asshole! When I get a hold of you, I'm gonna cut off your-" Demir slammed the car door shut.
Leaning against the door, Demir took a moment to control himself. If he was being truthful, he had nearly taken her right there in the classroom, in front of god and everyone. She had been so close, felt so good, and his wolf had risen; the wolf's golden eyes coming to the surface. It had been a battle restraining him, and truthfully he never liked to fight with his wolf, especially over their mate.
Demir gathered himself and walked around the car to the others side, cringing as he heard Jozlyn banging on the window. Marshalls stood next to the driver's side door, with his face an implacable mask, except for his pursed lips. Is he laughing? Demir shook his head, opening the door and moving quickly to climb into the car. Demir gave a low groan, "Just drive."
The seat shifted as the prince got into the car. I really should just call him Demir, Jozlyn thought to herself, staring daggers at Demir as he shut the door. It wasn't that Jozlyn was afraid of the situation she was in; she was more upset that she had been placed in the situation to begin with!
"You dragged me here to talk- so talk," Jozlyn said acidly, turning to stare out of the window, with arms crossed.
"Well I have some news for you," Demir started, as Marshalls began driving. "Would you like the shocking news or the exciting news first?" That peaked Jozlyn's interest, but she didn't let him known that; she just shrugged.
"Ok. Shocking news it is; I'm getting married," Demir said slowly, gauging her reaction. Jozlyn spared Demir a quick glance, before rolling her eyes. Throwing up her hand, Jozlyn replied with a sarcastic, "Mozaltof."
Once again she turned from the prince focusing on the passing scenery outside the car window. Absently, Jozlyn wondered where they were going.
"Thanks," Demir said slowly. "The exciting news is, I'm getting married to you."
Jozlyn froze, not quite believing her ears. Wait, wait, wait; back track! "What?" She croaked, whipping her body around to face him.
Demir mentally smiled, Now I've got her attention. "We're getting married," he said simply, matter-of-factly.
Jozlyn outright laughed, not bothering to hide her disbelief at the situation. She leaned forward, knocking on the glass that separated Marshalls and them "You can let me out now."
"You're not going anywhere," Demir said, his voice low, restrained.
"I'm not your fucking prisoner," Jozlyn snapped, turning to look at him, her eyes turning a deeper shade of emerald with her irritation.
"Language," Demir growled, staring back at her, his smile was feral, his irises sparkling with flecks of gold. "No," he said reaching for her, "You're my woman."
