Black Moon Luna

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Chapter 20

~ Helena ~

I opened my eyes. I had returned to the field. Looking around, I tried to locate a door, but to my surprise, I saw nothing. Then, out of nowhere, a little girl appeared tugging at my dark blue dress that I had fallen asleep in.

“Hey there, little one,” I smiled and went down on my knees to be at her eyelevel.

The little girl chuckled and played with her silver hair. She was wearing a silver dress that matched her hair and she was clearly a werewolf since her eyes were shining like gold.

“Is this how you address your mother?” The little girl laughed.

My smile partly faded and I tilted my head as I processed her words. She was prancing around the field, never straying for from me, as she awaited my response. And then, it dawned on me.

“Moon Goddess…” I remained on my knees and bowed my head before her.

“Now now, no need for form-ah-li-tees!” She over pronounced every syllable in the last word. “I am proud that you chose your duties as Luna over… Peter Wilson.” Her face made an expression that indicated disgust, as if she had tasted something awful, when she said his name.

“Why did you bond us if you want me to stay away from him?” I held back my aggression by letting it out as a deadly glare.

“Ugh,” she grunted. “He was not made by me. I made the Lunas who had children which live as werewolves today, but that rogue was made by someone else. I have no idea who made him either. Whoever it is, offended me and somehow managed to make a weak mate bond between you two.” She continued hopping around casually.

“Who can make werewolves?” I narrowed my eyes on her as I watched her pick up flowers now and then tear them apart.

“Good question, dearest,” she grinned. “Maybe my brother? No!” She laughed.

“You seem to be taking this with ease,” I growled at her, annoyed with her childish behavior.

She stopped in her tracks, dropping the remaining flowers, and then turned to me. Her mouth was straight and her eyes lacked all emotion. “I am taking this very seriously. Someone messed with my children,” her eyes glowed brighter now as she took a step towards me. “I managed to make this mess work for me. This rogue may be nothing more but a mistake, but everything has its purpose.”

“What do you mean?” I scrambled to my feet and backed away from the nearing girl.

“I have found a purpose for that bug,” she hissed. “He cannot die. He must live.”

“Okay, I will tell Killian that,” I bowed my head and attempted to turn around, only to see her standing even closer behind me. This was a dream after all. A dream which she controlled.

“I will tell him,” her voice was deep now, too deep for a little girl. “I must borrow you.”

“Borrow me?!” My eyes widened. “What do you-“ I grunted as I tripped and fell backwards.

“I must borrow you for a brief second,” she said.

The last thing I saw was her grin before I was engulfed by darkness. I tried to wake up, I tried to hurt myself but there was nothing. No objects, no sounds, no pain.

I don’t know for how long I was desperately running and crying in the void, as it felt like there was no time in here. But at last, there was something! A faint echo of a voice that seemed to have no source, but I knew it belonged to Killian!

“Where is he?” I heard him shout.

“I am here!” I screamed but he didn’t answer. I kept screaming for him until I heard another voice.

“I am here,” my voice echoed. I froze. She was borrowing me. My eyes widened as I realized what her words meant.

“My love,” Killian’s words echoed through the void as I collapsed to the ground. I was in the fetal position, holding my hands around my head, as tears streamed down my cheeks. “I was going to take care of him for you.” Killian was speaking again.

“I know,” the Moon Goddess said, stealing my voice.

“What do you want me to do with him?” Killian sounded concerned and exhausted. I wanted to run to him. How could he not notice that I wasn’t me?! I was sobbing now, too scared to move a limb.

“He must live,” I heard her cry. “I rejected him, but he must live. He must live.” She continued repeating that one sentence: ‘he must live’.

“LET ME OUT!” I screamed. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”

***

I opened my eyes. I looked around the field again. I saw hundreds of doors. This time, it was night time in the field. I could feel the Moon Goddess was absent; I still heard the echo of my voice shouting that Peter had to live. This must be an accident.

I walked to one of the doors and opened it slightly. War, death, and pain greeted me. There was blood everywhere. I shut it and fell backwards, my eyes wide open. My breathing was rapid and shallow but I forced myself to move onto another door. I was met with pain and torture of an ongoing war. In the distance, I saw myself fighting. I ran out as fast as I could.

I ran from door to door, opening each one only to be met with war or betrayals or torture behind all of them. I was crying hysterically, trying to take deep breaths yet I was driven to a new door by my conscience. I had to find hope. Finally, I found a door in which there was peace. I started laughing, and I gestured my hand up to the sky. As I was looking up, I saw through my tears something grey. Smoke.

My smile faded, and I ran towards it. Suddenly, this place didn’t feel so peaceful. At the end of the field there was a mass burial. So many bodies, that they had to be burnt. I watched myself standing by the fire, holding onto Killian and Lucy. None of us cried. Although we were all sad and in pain, I saw the way Killian looked at me. He was… content. We had clearly won, but we paid a price.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A booming voice sounded in my head.

I panicked and looked around for the source. Once I could not locate it, I turned to take one last look at the funeral, only to be met with the darkness again.

My chest felt heavy and I fell down as I tried frantically to see her. I was crawling, trying to get up, but I was too exhausted. I fell again. I was about to give up when I saw huge paws in front of me. I looked up to see a huge silver wolf in all its glory, staring down at me with burning gold eyes. She was baring her teeth, which resembled daggers, and dug her sword-like claws into the ground. She must have been as tall as a horse, much larger than any werewolf.

“What have you done, child?!” She snarled at me, foaming at the mouth as she did so.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” I whimpered and averted my eyes from hers as a sign of respect.

“I do not care,” she said in a deeper tone.

“I don’t know how I did it!” I started to back up from her, dragging my body with my hands as I pushed away from her with my feet.

The wolf glared at me, and started walking towards me. Each step made a loud thump, shaking this void somehow. My heart was beating out of my chest, causing me to cry out from the pain. The void had been emptied of air. I clawed at my throat as I slowly started to suffocate.

“Do not disobey me.”

***

I woke up, gasping for air, as I jolted up. I continued backing up as I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. My back hit something and I spun around. Was it her?! As I turned and saw a wall, I fell down. Tears streamed down my face and my chest was aching.

Then I felt his embrace, his warmth. Killian.

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