T H E R O Y A L B L E S S I N G

"They said they wouldn't make you a Goddess, so I made you a Queen."

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The stinging pain in my limps cause a groan to whimper past my lips. My aching body wishes to reviles itself from the pain, but the only thing I'm allow to do is suffer as I wait. The patience inside of my thins with each second, ticking like a bomb waiting to explode. The taste of iron is permanent in my mouth, making each breath like breathing under a crimson lake.

The scars on my body continue to grow with each passing day, morning and night. They start to blend together, no longer significant to a specific moment or event.

Tears form in my eyes, flickering back through my harsh and unwanted memories. I'm trap in a world where they changed who I was, destined me to a life of punishment. The good old days are bitter sweet memories, laughing and smiling are no longer a normality I have. Instead, the sound of leather dragging against died blood on the cement floor was an alarm in the morning, a warning for the night.

There was no longer flowers growing between the cement in the pathways or sunlight sneaking through the leaves of the trees, giving warmth to the ground below. The harsh breeze nips at my skin underneath my ripped clothing.

The only thing keeping me sane is the kind visitors who sneak in to see me for the last six hundred years. The time between grows with each day, month, or year. They leave me behind, trapped in a small cell of injustice, as they beg everyone to see the truth.

I haven't committed any crimes.

I did as I was told. I did what was expected. I was a hero, but wasn't recognized because of the fear deep within others. The fear explain by the past, the scars lingering in their minds when it no longer shows on their skin.

"Elea?" The sound of footsteps reach my ears before Selene Luna stands before me. Her silver eyes lighten up when she realizes I was still breathing, despite the way I look like I dead body. She sighs, gripping the bars with her hands and she jiggles them a bit almost like she was ready to break me out. "Jolene is bringing some water and food for you," she whisper, kneeling to the ground.

Her hair is twisted into a bun, but it seems to be falling apart. There is a light sweat line on her forehead, almost like she sprinted the whole way here to see me. Her breath is calm with her deep, advance breathing, but it doesn't stop me from being worry.

Selene Luna is a Creator, a Goddess. She is the Moon Goddess. Down on Earth, she created two species: Lycans and Werewolves. She has the power to practically anything, and she is struggling to traveling across a short distance from her work or home to me.

Her eyes came to mine, and her shoulders drop. She explain, "The Mountain of Banishment is weakening. The Elder Council asked some of us to give our strength to repair the damages, but... it doesn't seem to be working."

"W... Why?" The words burn my thought as I force myself to speak. Selene quickly cover my mouth, her eyes narrowing in warning.

"The God of War and the Goddess of Death are coming back with vengeance. Jolene says the Elder Council was going to make a deal with you."

The Elder Council. The group of men and women who think I deserved this punishment, excluding Elder Jolene. After six hundred years of torture and abuse, they want me to help them. Deep inside of myself, I know I don't owe them anything. If anything, they owe me. Expect, there is a deep feeling inside telling me to prove them wrong, wrong about the sense of fear and hatred towards me.

Selene reach through the bars, barley having her finger brush the blond strand away from my eyes. She stare at me, biting her lip before mumbling, "Before you make a decision, think about it hard, ok?"

I nod my head, agreeing with her.

The lock on the door clicked, causing the two of us to turn our attention to the now opening door.

Elder Jolene walk in with grace, not bothered by the darkness the cell brought. Wearing a warm smile, she came closer to Selene, one arm hugging her before turning to me. "I brought you some water," she hand the bottle over to me, and my fingers could barley grip around it. "Drink slowly or you'll throw up."

The liquid was refreshing. It didn't take long before I was jugging it down my throat and nearly drowning myself.

"Elea!" Jolene yell, slapping the bottle away.

I cough, spitting out some water as I gasp for air. "Sorry," I croak, finally feeling strength in my dead muscles. I shift on the ground, pushing my back up the wall till I was sitting correctly. "They don't really take care of me," I mumbled, staring at the two of them.

Now, having a voice which didn't break, I open my mouth to question Jolene. "What's the deal, Jolene?"

Jolene glance at Selene, sending a glare for repeating the information, but she didn't scorn her. Instead, she rub her hand down her face before answering, "You are the only person who faced the Goddess of Death and beaten her." She straighten her dress before looking around as if someone could hear us. "They want you to fight the God of War and the Goddess of Death, no matter the risk."

"They want me to die for them?"

Selene frown, "Jolene, they did this to her for six hundred years, and now they expect this?"

"At this point, most of them still think themselves as what they once were," Jolene mumbled, letting her hand go through her hair.

I'm shaking my head as I hear her words, deeply concern, "So I either die fighting or I die once they decide to kill me?"

"Yeah."

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This writing was from the first chapter one of The Royal Blessing. If this interests you then I suggest you go check it out.

This story is another werewolf one, but I think it will be one that doesn't follow the typical guidelines. A little spoiler, Elea and the Moon Goddess are best friends who grew up together— so take that as you will.

I decided to post this teaser (and hopefully more will come) to help my weaker stories out. I like to remind you that The Pack Doctor's Mate is my number one, at the moment, but sometimes when it gets hard to write a chapter, I will transition to another one.

Also, if you are a writer, I wouldn't mind advertising your stories here.

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