The Chronicles of Alion Book 1, Deu' Angel [rm book recommendations txt] 📗

reaches the climax of his true strength.

    Cal smells the fight is lost. He turns to Enzo, speaking telepathically,

    ‘On my signal, run, I’ll hold them off.’

    ‘I’m not leaving you, Cal. No!’ Enzo says.

    As a sign of reinforcement, the dark wolves advance to Cal and Enzo. Both brothers are already so close to the edge of a cliff. With cold winds beneath their paws, the breezing wind plays musical tunes for their coat to dance.

     ‘Warn the others.’ Cal says, as he rams Enzo off the huge cliff.

    During his unintentional leap of faith, his head misses a huge boulder and he falls into a river underneath. In his human form, he tries swimming to Cal’s aid. Then he hears Cal, whimpering in a vociferous cry. Like shareholders sharing annual dividends, he sees the wolves tearing Cal limb from limb.

    ‘No,’ he cries; drifting away from the scene. Then suddenly, he falls off from a waterfall, crashing hard into the river below.

    That same night, Flora has a premonition about Enzo. She fears for his life. She looks out of her window, but he wasn’t there. She looks up and sees a wild fire in the city; people fleeing for their lives. The pack of dark werewolves had attacked the city once more. Flora hears the cries of men in her compound, most screaming in their deaths and others for help. She runs to find her mother, running pass the hall. A sound distracts her. And at the return of her gaze, she sees her mother on the floor; a wolf savages on her corpse.

    ‘Mother,’ she cries out. ‘Get away from her.’ She throws a vast at it. The wolf turns its attention towards her; she falls to the ground, creeping backwards slowly. The wolf salivates at Floras enticing figure. Terrified and not knowing what to do, she cries out for help repeatedly, but no one comes to her aid. Most of the guards have fled the compound or probably worse dead. Then She sees her father’s sword hanging on a shelve. She reaches out for it, grabbing the sword by its hilt. The wolf takes a quick chunk on her leg, dragging her down, hard on the glass floor. Before its attempt to pounce on her, she plunges the sword right into its heart.

    ‘Die, you beast,’ she yells.  The wolf turns into human. She becomes petrified, in a short while. And suddenly, she sees visions of herself battling a pack of werewolves. She gasps. Coming out of her trance, Flora runs to her mother’s bloodied corpse. She lays on her, crying continuously, till it took her to sleep.

    Early the next morning, Elvis Bradley comes in with a troop. He sees Flora.

    ‘She’s gone, Uncle.’ Flora sobs speaking, ‘That beast killed her.’

    ‘And the Wolf, by whose hand did it fall to?’ Elvis questioned.

    ‘Mine.’ Says Flora

    ‘You have a lot to learn, Dear niece,’ Elvis says. ‘Come with me. You must prepare yourself.’

    He pulls flora up, He tells Flora everything she needed to know, breaking secrets to her, about all that concerns her father and his death.

    ‘Your beloved father was a werewolf hunter, and I believe the hunter’s blood runs deep in your veins,’ Elvis says. Flora explains her visions to Elvis. It was certain she has the hunter’s blood. Hatred and vengeance started an unending journey in her heart that day. She vows to vanquish all werewolves in Alion; irrespective of their colour.

    As if he heard her vow, Enzo wakes up to see himself in his room. And the last thing he remembers, was Cal’s death. He screams, ‘Cal, we have to find him, he could still be alive.’

    ‘Stay still brother, you’re terribly hurt,’ Declan says. He holds him down as he continues.

    ‘Cal was buried yesterday. You blacked out, for two days. Father asserts that you should be taken to the mountains.’ Earl walks in. He looks at Enzo with glimpse disappointment written all over his face. He wishes Enzo had died in place off Cal; and Enzo knows his father’s heart.

    ‘I tried my best father,’ he says.

    ‘The moments passed, you have a prophecy to fulfill.’ Earl says.

    ‘On a tablet, it was written that the wolf god would someday return to redeem the wolves or bring them to their doom. I do not know what roll you have to play and I surely don’t believe in this false prophecy. But you bear similar traits to this god wolf our people believe in. At daylight, I am taking you to the mountains. Your grandfather lives there. He will teach you all you need to know. I smell a war coming.’ he concludes. Enzo refuses to heed his father’s command, for he knew he had to see Flora before he leaves. But he was too weak to rebel against Earl. He was taken away and there he…..

    Two full moons passes, Flora’s heart yearns for its lost love; worried sick about Enzo, if he be dead or alive. The city gates are heavily fortified, guarding against anyone or thing from leaving the city or coming in. Flora oozes like a well-groomed hunter as she walks around the camp.

    ‘Hello gorgeous.’ She looks behind and sighs.

    ‘What are you doing here?’ She says.

    ‘I haven’t set gaze upon you for ages. Is this any way to welcome me?’ Sir Gregory speaks.

    ‘My deepest condolences on the passing of your beloved mother, rest her soul.’

     Flora takes a look at Sir Gregory, and sees he wears the amulet too. She never knew he was a hunter. The plans her parents had for her, begins to unfold in her head.

     ‘Thank you,’ she says.

    ‘Bother yourself not my love, I am here to protect you,’ Gregory says. His words held no meaning in Floras ears, for she wishes for only Enzo. Then, the ray of the sun darkens. The little fireball above seems like it lost its other half.

    ‘To your horses everyone, we ride out.’ Elvis commands as he turns to Flora. ‘The hour is upon us dear nice. Stay strong.’ He says. Green eyes blaze wide in the woods from every corner. Their gaze were focused on the hunters forming a barricade at the city gates; all cheering. They charge into the woods, the hunters siege was about to begin.

    ‘We have to help them father.’ Declan speaks.

    ‘I know this, for generations we have protected these humans, still they bear so much contempt for our kind,’ says Earl. Earls pack changes to their wolves, all appear like snow flooding the woods, as they run towards the siege; all howling.

    Far way, Enzo moves fast in the woods racing back to Hobo.

    Sir Gregory rides beside Flora and Elvis, alongside their elite troops. On their horses, they charge into the woods. Soon hunters and wolves clash; the battle begins. The dark wolves far outnumber the hunters. Flora fights furiously, slaying every wolf in her path, like an angered labourer cutting down grasses.

    ‘Watch out.’ Sir Gregory saves Flora. He kills a wolf trying to strike her from behind, and pulls her towards himself. Flora feels safe beside Sir Gregory as he fights, protecting her. The numbers of the hunters begins to diminish. The dark wolves prepare to launch their final precise attack. Suddenly Earl’s pack unexpectedly intercepts their attack, fighting them off. The hunters fall back. Sir Gregory and Flora, dash away.

    ‘Wait here, I’ll take them off your trail.’ says Gregory.

    Minutes pass; Flora hears a loud growl coming right at her. A dark wolf approaches, she runs further away, with her will to fight broken, an infant girl she seems at this moment; scared, terribly frightened. She stumbles and hits her head hard on a rock. It lies on the ground like an intended pillow. She sees faint images of two wolves fighting, howling and growling before she passes out.

    ‘Don’t worry, you are safe now,’ He says.

    A familiar scent filled Floras nostrils. She opens her eyes and sees Enzo. He carries her gently with both hands, walking slowly. It feels like a dream she will not wish to wake up from. Flora rubs her palm on his chest, and leans on him, filled with so much relief in her heart that he was alive.

    ‘You’re really here.’

     The day grows darker. Enzo ignites a fire to light their way to a cave, and there they rest. He looks at Flora in a remorseful way. Flora gazes at Enzo pondering.

     ‘There’s something different about you.’ She says

     ‘What?’

    ‘You seem intensely troubled.’ Says Flora

     ‘I haven’t been totally honest with you. There are few things about me, you do not know. I’m….,’ he stops speaking. He could hear another heartbeat in the cave. Its tempo becomes louder and louder as he walks towards Flora. ‘You’re with a child,’ he says.

    ‘And you know this, how?’ Flora asks.

    He places her hands on her stomach, amplifying the sound of the foetus inside her. Flora craughs.

    ‘And I had no idea,’ she says.

    ‘This changes things!’ Enzo says. He kisses her on the lips, cups a hand on her cheek, and the other hand on the cages of her ribs. He pulls her close.

    ‘I’m here now. A life time spent alone seems like eternity. Now, all I see is a lifetime of possible infinities,’ he says to Flora.

    ‘You wanted to say something?’ she asks.  

    ‘Its nothing dear,’ he says quickly, in his guise of pretence, caked with a smile. The surging heat from Enzo keeps Flora warm from the moist air. Being locked in one another’s embrace, they fall into a deep sleep.

    ‘What bears the meaning of this?’ Gregory shouts out to the others.  They seemed to have been searching for Flora. Gregory points his sword at Enzo’s neck. Elvis Bradley and the elite enter into the cave. They sense a werewolf lingering beside Flora. They knew for sure, Enzo was one.

    ‘Have you no shame?’ He strikes Flora. ‘You lie with this foul being?’ He asks.

     Enzo is entangled by the hunters, brought to his knees by three men, holding him down.

     ‘Let him be,’ she says. ‘He has done no wrong.’ She cries out to Elvis.

     ‘You’ve clouded your sense of reasoning with your lust for this abomination.’ He pushes her away.

    ‘The man you lay with is not human, but a werewolf,’ Sir Gregory says. He jams his boot into Enzo’s face, with a continuous assault on his face, with the pommel of his sword. Enzo begins to bleed.

    ‘Stop this. Leave him alone.’Flora stops Sir Gregory.

     Flora tries not to believe She crawls to Enzo, cups her hands on his face, dripping with scarlet sweats. Tears filled her eyes, and she looks into Enzo’s sea-blue eyes.

    ‘Tell me this isn’t true, please, say to them this is not true,’ She is so sure Enzo’s answer will not break her heart. Enzo withholds from turning into his wolf form, for he could hurt Flora in the process of changing.

    ‘I tried telling you this, believe me, I tried. I’m so sorry. I never meant any harm,’ he cries looking at her. Then he suddenly turns those harmless innocent sea blue eyes into olive green, with a deepened oval pupil. She gasps and moves backwards.

    ‘How hilarious, I can’t seem to get this. You chose this creature over me?’ Gregory says giggling. He walks behind Enzo, pacing behind him back and forth. Flora still looking into Enzo’s eyes, she is filled with hidden tears, all about to burst wide open from her eyes. She finds no words to say to him anymore.

    ‘What shall we do with him, Chief?’  A hunter asks.

    ‘Take him prisoner,’ Elvis commands.

     Having resentful thoughts towards Enzo, Sir Gregory impulsively attacks him, in a flash. He impales Enzo with his dagger, plunging right through his chest. ‘Filth,’ he says spiting on him. He pushes him off