The eting ground was just as Laura had described. A hall tastefully designed. Even the chairs were intricately patterned beautifully.
This community was really creative. I thought as I let my eyes wander through the entirety of the very large hall. It was even bigger than the hall back at ho that had been used for my sendforth party.
Rembering that hall brought a bitter taste to my mouth and heart, such that I tuned off my admiration antenna, and let Laura lead to one of the seats. It was then that I beca aware of the glances thrown in my direction from left, right and center. Of course, everyone knew everyone here. I wasn’t inclusive.
"It’s okay, Maya. They don’t bite. They are just not used to seeing new faces." Laura ntioned, as she pulled my hand so that I could sit my buttocks on my seat. The many stares had petrified at the spot. I haven’t experienced that before.
For a mont, I thought that so unseen force had kept at attention to allow the mbers of the community to stare at unabashedly.
Once I sat down, and turned to the podium, I almost let out a gasp but for the hand of Laura on mine reassuring that it was okay, when my eyes t that of the Queen. I am sure she is the one, seeing that she was sitting on the highest throne, whilst her husband, the king, sat beside her. He was even whispering sothing into her ears, but her eyes never left .
What now? She already noticed my presence? Was my newness so obvious? Or were my clothes revealing? I wondered, unconsciously touching my clothes to reaffirm their thickness.
"Maya, she is just curious to see a new face. She is just as strung up as you are, seeing that she doesn’t know you." Peter said, from beside . He had taken the seat next to , but I hadn’t even been aware.
My eyes were just stuck to the queen’s, a force keeping in place, in the line of her gaze. I couldn’t even turn if I wanted to.
My gut feelings inford that my plight wasn’t unknown to Laura and Peter.
The queen. Why was she here already?
I could see people still filtering into the hall, people still arriving from wherever they had been since morning. In books-why do I even ntion books? In my pack, during eting tis, the lycan king didn’t step in until everyone was seated. And anyone a minute late, was punished severely for keeping the king waiting-at least that’s what my mother had told .
So, this was a new trend for .
"Good morning everyone!" The Queen greeted, her hand placed tenderly on her husband’s. That was when the spell was broken, that was when I could turn my head around, and actually speak.
"What happened to , Laura?" I asked imdiately, knowing that what had just happened was not normal.
"I am sorry about that, Maya. I should have warned you about that" (well, why didn’t you?) "It had escaped my mind. She does that to every newcor; she scrutinizes them, reads off their energies, and decides what to do with them, whether to trust them or whether to oust them from of the community." Laura stated, and I cocked my head to the side, wondering if Laura had done the sa thing, if Peter had done the sa.
"So, she has magic?" I asked to confirm-it had actually been the first question in my mind;if there was magic in the community. If there was, it would explain a lot of things, like the bathroom state and other things, including the fact that I was left petrified at a spot.
"Yes. This is a magic community actually. I had thought you knew, seeing that you have a trait of that in you." Laura responded, and I got dumb. Just like that, I lost the feel of my tongue for a second.
I had magic in ? What a joke!
I had prayed for a wolf gene, and had gotten a magic gene? Since when? Had the pack doctor seen it when searching for my wolf gene? Or was it another effect of sex with Adam?
Laura must have seen the look on my face, because the next minute she was also opening her mouth and closing, exchanging furtive glances with Peter who has been listening to the conversation all along.
"You didn’t know you had it? how? According to its position, you were actually born with it." Peter ntioned, his facial expression mirroring that of his wife. They both couldn’t believe that I had no idea.
"That was why I had been skeptical about letting you stay; I didn’t know what community you had co from. I didn’t know if you were a spy.’’ Laura whispered this ti round, probably so that others wouldn’t hear.
The queen has started talking now, and everywhere was dead silent.
? A spy? I almost chuckled at the irony, but for the quietness of the hall. I didn’t want any more attention. The one I already have was enough.
"Have your mories started coming back? I think in them lies the answers we are looking for." Peter inquired, but I whispered the lie through my teeth. "No."
"Oh my god. .we will talk about this when we get ho. I will get sothing for your mory recovery when we get to market." Laura promised, before facing the queen.
Peter tapped reassuringly on my palms before facing the queen too.
All around , it was the sa; people looking up to their queen, including their king.
From the power she exuded while she talked, while she gestured with her hands, I could tell that she was the one ruling the pack. She was like the pri minister, whilst her husband was just a figurehead.
It reminded of how Peter was quite subjective to Laura back at ho. Were the won ruling here? I wondered, taking note of the beautiful won in the hall. They were all beautiful, the n too. I couldn’t tell which were larger in number. The whole hall was just full.
I breathed in deeply, choosing to take one hour at a ti, not even a day. Anything can happen within an hour, like how all of a sudden I had a magic trait in . So, in other words, my real parents were magic oriented, witches and wizards.
Wheew, I wish I could tell Laura that I never lost my mory, but I didn’t want to relive the past again, because I knew that she would surely ask about details. I wasn’t ready for that. Let the past remain buried, for now.
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