ZINA
That night, Zina had a dream. And not just any kind of dream, but one that was a depiction of a past that had already long happened.
And not just any fragnt of a past, but one she strongly suspected belonged to her original Pack; the Screars.
In her dream, the sa woman whom she had t at the projection was present. She looked younger just as Zina was now, and by her side was a man who looked to be her husband.
The man was brown haired, possessing bushy brown beards and a deep brown eyes that was unique, and at the sa ti almost familiar although Zina had no recollection of where she might have seen such eyes.
However the dream didn’t exactly depict harmony and peace. The air was stiff, fraught with tension as the couple stood side by side. A young boy that didn’t look to be more than eight was brought to them by a grim looking guard who stiffly announced.
"This is the boy."
The woman, Zina’s mother, glared at the boy who stood a bit confused as if not knowing how to make sense of what was happening. But even though her mother’s glare was intense and filled with confounding hate, there were traces of despair and sadness in her expression.
"Here’s the boy," she spoke stiffly to her husband, "the child that you’ve always searched for is finally here." She continued in an antagonistic voice.
Smiling a sad smile, she cast her eyes once again on the boy who certainly resembled her husband, but bore no resemblance to herself. "Except while we were looking for a baby, the gods have unexpectedly blessed you alone with an already grown up boy."
The husband did not look at the boy for once though, his fervent soft eyes on her mother. "If you want to cast him away," he spoke in a deep baritone voice filled with longing and regret, "then I shall imdiately do as you please."
Zina’s mother who looked like an otherworldly beauty from a different plane with her silvery white hair and light blue eyes dissolved into laughter. "What?" She scoffed harshly, "So the world will point fingers at saying that I, your wife, unable to give you a heir, still had the heart to cast away your illegitimate son?"
The man dropped to his feet. "Forgive for this stain I’ve brought to you." He said in a somber voice, his head bowed to the floor as if he was truly sorry.
Zina, who seed to be observing the scene from a stranger’s point of view, imdiately realized that she was looking at an affair and the product of one. At that realization, she finally took her eyes away from her mother who had engrossed her only to look at the boy who still stood aside like a dejected being.
On close observation of him, she imdiately realized that the boy’s resemblance to the man was quite uncanny. He possessed all of his brown features, leaving no evidence as to who the mother could possibly be.
Again, the feeling of familiarity tugged at her. But for the life of her, she couldn’t exactly rember where she might have seen such familiar features again. And sothing about the boy seed more familiar than the man himself.
The man, still not sparing the boy a glance, spoke to Zina’s mother. "No matter what everyone says, if you wish that I cast this boy out, then I shall do it in such a manner that it would have any consequence to you."
Zina’s mother shut her eyes as if trying to pray for strength above. Zina found that she was particularly familiar with that act herself for it was one characteristic she bore.
When her mother reopened her eyes, the hardness in them was gone, replaced by sothing softer. She shook her head, her now soft eyes devoid of any anger resting on the boy.
"He’s your son after all," she said, "the only descendant of the Screars Pack. I shall take him in and raise him as one for I myself am not sure if the gods have deed fortunate to bear your child."
Before Zina could hear the man’s response, she was harshly tugged away from the dream by the voice of Seraph in her physical world.
"Theta... Theta?"
Her eyes flew open, beholding Seraph’s chestnut brown ones. But that was not the brown she found familiar, so she found herself thinking back to the dream that was a real event and the familiarity she felt
Sunlight freely stread into her room, and she suspected that she had slept in.
"What ti is it?" she asked, groaning as her head threatened to split into two. Yesterday’s night events slamd into her, particularly her encounter with Moon and her discussion with the Daemon.
She found that the forr encounter seed to be responsible for the persistent visions that followed afterwards. Whether it be the vision she saw in Alpha Kairos’ blue eyes, or the past vision she saw in her dreams just now. She wondered why the Kadir ritual seed to be making her react so strongly, and if that was normal in the least.
"It is one in the afternoon, Theta."
Zina recoiled in shock. "What? I slept for that long."
Seraph nodded. "Believe I wouldn’t have woken you up if you were not thrashing on your bed just now. You seed really tired."
"I was thrashing?" Zina repeated as a terrible head threatened to shoot her head off her neck. She groaned, trying to rember how she had slept off in the first place.
Embarrassing mories of fainting in Daemon’s hands and then being carried out by him flooded to her causing her to groan even more. Was there ever going to be an end to this?
"Yes you were. And if you don’t mind, I have two pieces of news for you." Seraph recited chanically, squinting against a parchnt in her fingers.
"What is it?" Zina asked, sitting on her bed instead.
"This morning, both the WolfKnights and the Red Sisters threw the stick on the ground against his majesty."
It took so ti for Zina to process that information, and when she did, she didn’t know when she scread. "What?!"
Throwing the stick on the ground was an act whereby a person declared their intention to be foes with the other. It was a re expression of intent though, ant to cajole the other to be anable to their requests.
Seraph smiled shrewdly. "And guess what? The Alpha King has expedited everything by declaring the WolfKnights and the Red Sisters to be enemies of the Arctic North. As I speak to you now, they are on their way back to the GreenLands with their tails between their legs."
Zina sat rooted in shock... and then so glee. If Daemon had made such a decision, then that could only an that he had plans to deal with the GreenLands and was not going to accept the WolfKnight’s as allies as Zina had feared.
"That is... wonderful news." Zina muttered, while Seraph grinned. But that expression was imdiately wiped away as the girl proceeded to say,
"For the second news, his majesty has announced the Second Tournant. It is to start tomorrow."l
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