Thirteen_Years_Later
Krystal's POV (Wynter)
(So you won't get confused, Krystal is Wynter. Krystal is the name Raquelia gave to her after rescuing her, so she won't remember her past)
I punched through the statue coated with wolfbane for the umpteenth time. Master Zadd had been training me on how to be invulnerable to wolfsbane and silver, using my cold nature as a shield. It was difficult at first, but I was getting the hang of it. Every time I punched silver, it reminded me of someone I used to know who was immune to silver, but I couldn't remember who or where I knew that person from.
"Again!" He shouted stridently.
«This is so boring. I can rip open a silver wall and not get affected. This lesson is lame» My wolf said uninterestedly. I called her Wynter because that name rang a big bell in my head.
I spun up and kicked off the statue's head. "Good. Now swim to the very bottom of the silver liquid pool and fetch me my walking stick." He instructed. I have him an incredulous look but he raised his eyebrows at me, daring me to challenge his order.
"You're going to get her killed," Nigel, the eldest vampire king said as nonchalantly as ever while eating an apple. He left his throne to his descendant and faked his death to get away from society. Then he founded the temple of elders alongside two others. He was one of the most powerful beings in existence but so laid back it was hard to see how.
I snorted. "I appreciate your concern but I can never get hurt. I am Krystal and Krystal doesn't bleed, feel or fear anything," I said confidently. With that, I took off my clothes, ran to the lake, and dived in. The effect of a werewolf jumping into a pool made out of silver started with a pinch.
«This is one powerful silver pool, it's getting to me,» Wynter said sarcastically. I chuckled. «He should have at least tried harder. If his aim is to weaken me, then he is doing a terrible job at it.»
«He's not doing a terrible job, we're just doing a better job» I swam to the depth and gasped. Did she say he wasn't trying hard enough? The last time I checked, easy doesn't mean his staff is inside the mouth of a giant sea monster. Why did I ever expect that it would be easy? And how did the monster fit inside the lake? The lake looked deeper under the water, perhaps a magic spell.
«Way to go, Champ,» Wynter said sarcastically. «How do we get it out?»
«We kill it.»
«Isn't that too harsh?» There was a pause before we broke into laughter. Harsh my ass. Harsh is my mother having no choice but to rip out her heart to give me more chances of survival. Harsh is living the last thirteen years with no memory of my past. Definitely, a five-year-old memory shouldn't be that good, but because I knew myself more than anyone else, I knew that was bullshit. I had a great memory. I remembered every little detail of what has happened to me for the past thirteen years, even the number of times I breathe a day when I pay attention to it. Harsh was the bullcrap life I was living.
I exhaled through my nostrils, releasing particles of magic into the sliver. I channeled the rest of the energy into the nail of my index finger and pointed it directly at the beast's core inside its forehead. I released the energy in the form of a rushed thin light, zapping the beast's forehead and freezing the inside of its core. I folded my fist, causing the core to shatter to pieces. Maybe that was easy after all.
«Not easy. We are just getting stronger» She said with a smirk. I assumed she was smirking because she's a very saucy one. She was right, we both were. The challenges and training weren't easy, we'd just gotten stronger and passed the level of training they gave. Wynter and I loved a good challenge because it was the only thing fun around here. Nothing made us feel better than the joy of a bloody kill. Too bad that was getting harder to see and the elders were starting to worry about how much I enjoyed killing living creatures.
I swam out of the lake, froze the liquid soaking my body, and shattered the ice. The ice flakes fell around my feet, making my skin too dry but nothing my body lotion can't solve. I wrung out my hair and went for clothes. "You forgot the stick," Zadd said scoldingly.
"I didn't see a stick,"
"I said get the stick, not kill the beast," he said, sighing exasperatedly. See what I mean?
"How did you expect me to take the stick without killing the creature? Sing it a lullaby?"
"Krystal, you must learn to know when to show mercy," Nigel scolded as well, "death isn't always the solution,"
"Yet that was the only option my mother had. If she could die, why shouldn't everyone else?"
"You cannot blame an antelope for the crime the deer committed," he argued.
"And you cannot let emotions overwhelm you or you'll become weak." I retorted.
"Weakness comes from ego and overconfidence," Merlin, one of the three founding fathers said, walking in. He was the greatest warlock and my adopted grandfather, and no, he's not the Merlin from the round table.
"Grandfather, I don't want to show mercy. If I'm weak at heart, how will I hunt down those who killed my mother? Even though I don't remember anything but her being killed, I still want to avenge her."
"Revenge is a word for the weak but forgiveness is for the strong."
"Are you saying I should forgive the bastards that killed my mother and placed me in my current predicament?" I asked, snorting arrogantly.
"I'm saying you should learn not to always choose blood," he said nonchalantly. He was much calmer than Nigel, and a brutal tease. He was everything a grandfather should be, not that I would know how it feels like to have a grandfather. Although I have a feeling I did in the past.
"Sure," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes away.
"Leave her," Lycia, the beautiful tree nymph of the temple said, joining the conversation. She was like an aunt, an aunt I wanted to pluck her eyes out. "I'm sure by the time she meets her mate and starts eating semen for breakfast and dinner, she'll change." And that's why. Lycia was old, but she looked as young as a lady in her late twenties and she liked to act like one. She was very open with her thoughts and had not a single filter in her mouth. It's not like I care about how raw she speaks, the problem is how she always directs it to my most uncomfortable topic of discussion; the one I loathe the most.
"And I remain adamant, Lycia, I will never meet my mate and even if I do, I'll reject him," I said irrevocably.
"And what does your wolf have to say about that?"
I snorted unladylikely. "Does she have a choice?" Wynter never complained about my decision after the first three arguments about what we were going to do with our mate if we meet him in the future. She agreed eventually and she didn't have a choice. I had full control over our bodies.
"We'll see," Lycia said with a smirk. "Get ready, I have a mission for you."
"I'm listening," I said, putting my clothes back on.
"Some group of cute unnamed creatures is destroying the forest on the northern side. They are really cute and irresistible. They use their cuteness to possess their victims and use them to cause destruction, including the death of humans and magical beings. They feed on the souls of the dead. I need someone who doesn't give a fuck about their cuteness and the only two people I know is you and that senior bastard. Since he's busy, can you handle them?"
"Do you want them all dead?"
"Yes, but remember, they are really cute." She warned.
I scoffed. «Cute my ass,» Wynter said scornfully.
"Give me the details,"
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I rounded up the little creatures in the spinning gold moon blade. I threw in the last of the furry and adorable creatures that normal people will find irresistible. Fortunately, I wasn't. If not, I'd have been subjected to different emotional chaos. The fairies who lived in the area thought they were adorable and stared at me with awe, disdain, bafflement, and utter confusion as I piled the creatures up.
"How can she resist those cuties? I heard that the person going around eliminating the furrix is heartless but I didn't believe it. She's not showing an ounce of concern," whispered a fairy. In fact, they had been whispering bullcrap about me the whole time, as if I was deaf.
"Please don't hurt them!" Someone screamed from the crowd. The person ran out, it was a fairy wearing a broom flower. "What are you going to do to them?" She asked anxiously.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I wasn't being paid enough for this. Oh wait, I'm not being paid at all. "Please, restrain from asking me foolish questions. I do not answer to you." The fairies gasped and the lady fairy glared at me. I averted my eyes to the creatures who were giving me puppy eyes and getting on my nerves. The look in my eyes made me feel like sizzling my eyelashes.
"How can you say no to that?" The lady fairy cried.
"And that is exactly why a hundred and fifteen of you died less than an hour ago,"
"I can cleanse them and find a way to make them good!"
"And my order, goody two shoes, is to eliminate all of them. If you have a problem with that, locate my boss and have it out with her. Now if you'll excuse me…” I trailed off, returning my gaze to the moon blade. I silently ordered it to close in on the creatures the fairies called furrix. The blade enclosed, becoming smaller and smaller as it sliced through the creatures. The fairies screamed with agony as if it was them I was butchering. Some threw themselves on their neighbors while some grew angrier by the minute and readied themselves to attack me. The blade returned to a ring after slaughtering the creatures and slipped into my middle finger.
"Humph," I grunted, wiping the blood on the side of my black jeans. The fairies kept screaming at the top of their voices, making me more annoyed. "One more word from the likes of you and I will end you too, ungrateful cockroaches!!!" I yelled furiously.
"I can't believe that you walked in here, destroyed something precious to my people, and then threatened our lives! Who do you think you are, human?!" Mr. Fairy Prince shouted back at me.
I smirked sinisterly. "You fail to notice, Prince. I'm no human." I shot out my hand, throwing the ring out again. The ring grew larger in a second, transforming into the moon blade and slicing through his neck before spinning back into my finger. The fairies screamed with fear and surprise as their ruler's body dropped to the ground, headless. It was exciting to watch. That was the biggest thrill of the day.
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I walked into my room and tossed my boots on my bookshelf. I took off my mask and wig, then my clothes and dumped them at the foot of my bed. I stretched on my toes, stark naked as the sound of Lycia's angry footsteps echoed in the hallway. I thought she was done screaming at me already. They said I went too far with the killing, but I couldn't see what was wrong with ending him. He challenged me. Lycia stomped in fuming, her beautiful green eyes now red. Her hair floated in the air and the flowers decorating her hair had turned blood red. She means it. "I said kill the creatures not the prince of the flower fairies!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Prince of the garden fairies of the western meadow you mean," I corrected.
"Why you arrogant little—"
"It's okay, Lycia," that voice. I turned to my mirror and smiled genuinely as my aunt stepped out of my mirror. Aunt Raquel saved my life. She was the most powerful being in this universe and the only person I feared because you know, she can kill me. Lycia bowed her head with respect but still refused to go. "Don't worry, I already fixed her mess. The prince is fine."
"Seriously? What's the point of killing them if you're just gonna raise their ass from the… ow! The hell!" I screamed as Lycia gave my head a good knock before strutting away. I turned to my aunt to complain but the expression on her face said that she wasn't pleased. "He pushed me," I defended.
"And you have pushed me," she said sternly. "I believe I have let this heartlessness of yours go too far—"
"Aunt, I—"
"Silence!" She barked, causing me to flinch. "Prepare yourself, Krystal, you'll be attending my phenomenal school for paranormals." She declared.
What the fuck!
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