Children of the Starnik
Hey guys, i'm not going away this week after all. It was a family holiday with my parents and little bro, but due to have only been camping for a week and getting little sleep and then only having three days to recover before going away again for another week in a caravan and get even less sleep just wasn't going to happen. So i told my parents to go without me, i'd only just ruin things for them if i'm tired and miserable because of it all the time. So i will be updating the usual, one this morning and one this afternoon, so Omega's Alpha you'll be getting more of those mental sweet things you've been craving and Lonelywithbadenglish2, you won't be going so crazy with all the weird PM's, hahaha. Myka has stumbled across a strange place, chased away but some ghost, saved by a she-wolf who saved her once before, the Starnik returned to stop a fight and two Wolves have been resurrected. All will be explained in this chapter, have fun guys. :p
Chapter 4: Second Chances
Myka's P.O.V
May, 20th, 2016
"Something's wrong with me, I don't know what it is, but everything about me now just seems wrong and different. My emotions are much higher, I find myself either angry one moment and then joyful the next, everything about me has heightened. Lexi noticed this and started to think I was pregnant and going through the mood swings, but I assured her that I still had my virginity in tact. I seem to see things in a different light, my perception of things totally different. My snappy and thoughts for fighting drifting away and turning more to resolution and peace. But what's really strange, is what I feel inside me. It's like something has just awaken from a deep sleep, and now finally, it's awake. I don't know whether or not it's good or bad, so I'm just waiting to find out. But I couldn't help but notice the timing of all this. Since my friends and I went to that weird place and were chased away, I've been feeling like this. I've asked them, but they feel no different, just still shaken up. Why am I the only one being affected by what happened? What was it that was different about me?
Two day's have passed since that rather eventful day. The day we found that place, got chased away, I met that wolf who helped me again and to top it off, the Starnik made their presence known. No-one knows how they did what they did, they're dead, and nothing can just jump out of their grave and start walking again. I've seen old newspaper articles of their deaths and burials, so how could they come back?
That night, my family were quite, too quite. After seeing them, it made me think. Why do we do these classes? The Starnik started them off, so why do we do them? After thinking every possibility over again and again, and my family's reactions to seeing them earlier, I came to the conclusion, that at some point they knew the Starnik, and agreed with them to do these classes. I feel honoured now to be apart of what they did for our kind and humanity.
I noticed after we arrived home that my nose was bleeding for some strange reason. I didn't make a fuss of it so I wiped it off and carried on with the night before anyone else noticed. But why was it bleeding? I wasn't hit or anything, it just started when we got home. Afterwards we sat in our room in complete silence, all spread out across the room on our beds and me on mine watching them, I felt I needed to break the silence. Tony was reading some sort of book, and whatever was in it was bringing tears to his eyes. Feeling pity for him, I padded over and sat beside him on his bed. "What are you reading?" I asked. It actually wasn't a book, but more like a scrapbook of writings and photos. He sniffled before looking across to me.
"This was a scrapbook belonging to a good friend of mine." He said with a weak smile.
"Then why do you have it?" I asked. Then I came to the realization of what I asked. He wouldn't have it if this person was still alive. "I'm sorry Uncle Tony, I didn't know." He took one hand off the book and wrapped it around my shoulders, letting me rest my head on his shoulder as he shuffled back so he could lean against the back of the bed. We started flicking through the pages as he spoke.
"This belonged to my friend Dean, that's him there." He said pointing to a picture with him, Dean, some another guy and some girl in it.
"You look so young."
"I was, we were all such good friends. This was taken around six years ago when I was still in school. This was our little group."
"What happened?" I asked, then wondering if I asked the right question.
"Well…" He started. "Dean was shot two and a half years ago; he died with us all and his family with him."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I said as is nuzzled his chest.
"The girl is called Skye; I still talk with her sometimes. I haven't seen her in a while though. She's with the initiative group that come before us and you know we rarely see them." He said with a very weak laugh. "And the other guy is another friend of mine."
"What happened to him?" I saw out the corner of my eye Lexi and Karl listening in and Tony give them a quick glance as well.
"He died on the night we were attacked, and on the same night your parents died on." I pulled my head away from him and looked into his eyes. I felt so bad for him. He's lost nearly everything that he held dear to him. He's lost six friends, and it was all on the day I was born. I let a tear fall down my cheek as I pressed my head against him again and he rubbed my side as we flicked through the pages again. He was saying who all the people were in them, but then he came to a page which for some reason he flicked past quickly, barely giving me enough time to see who it was. I put my paw over his hand from stopping him from closing it completely.
"Wait, go back." I said as I pulled the page back. I could sense the nervousness build up in not only him, but from Lexi and Karl from the bed beside us as well. There were photos of mainly two wolves, but two more in some of the other photos. I flicked across a few pages to see the next three pages were full of pictures dedicated to the same wolves. I flicked back to where they started and asked. "Who's that?" As I pointed to one. It was of two wolves, a pure black one and a brown and grey she-wolf. Why did I feel I know them? He gave Lexi and Karl one more quick glance and they nodded.
"They Myka…" He said trying to sound confident. "Are your mom and dad." He said with a genuine smile. My eyes widened as I looked from him and focused my eyes on the picture. I couldn't believe it; they had a photo of them all this time. But thinking this, I started to feel anger, they could have showed me this when I first learned of my adoption. But I was too shocked to finally know what they look like to even care about that. "And they are your brother and sister, Dakota and Lupa." He said pointing to a picture beside them to a black and white wolf that looked remarkably like the demon that chased us, and to a she-wolf that looked once again a lot like the one that has brought me home, twice. Now my level of shock had gone off the scales. Was she the one who has been helping me all this time?
"I've seen her." I said tapping Lupa's picture. Tony pulled a confused face and leaned over to look closer. "She was in the forest yesterday, I spoke with her."
"Myka..." Karl started. "She died, they all died. We saw their bodies and were there at their funeral."
"But I saw her, she was there." I protested.
"You can't have." Tony said trying to calm the situation. He too knew that my emotions were easily disturbed and unusually heightened at this moment in time. I looked him in the eye, what I was saying was making me sound absolutely crazy. I can't have seen her, I too have seen their tombstone, and I can't be saying things like that. I nodded in understanding and looked back down to the pictures and flicked over the page. It was a bigger photo taking up a whole page of just my mom and dad kissing. It was lovely to see. But what I couldn't help but notice was how much his fur was like mine, I really was like my father, his fur and eyes. "Wanna know something." Tony said with a smile as he turned the page back. "You're in these pictures."
"Where?" I asked confused.
"Right there." He said pointing to my mom's belly. "She was around four weeks pregnant with you when this was taken." I looked closer at the picture, and indeed her belly looked larger then normal. That or she was a rather large she-wolf.
"I just thought she was a little overweight in these." I giggled.
"Nope, she was pregnant with you." Lexi giggled.
"She was actually starting to think she was going to stay fat." Karl added.
"She sounds like a funny girl." I said looking back down at the picture. "Why didn't you tell me of this before?"
"With everything that's been happening lately, we just haven't had the time." Lexi said.
"Well, thanks for telling me now." I said giving her a reassuring smile, telling her that I wasn't mad at them. We flicked through the pages for a little while longer, happy that I was learning more of my blood family before we decided it was getting late. I fell asleep that night in Tony's bed next to him, and with the scrapbook in my arms, happy to be by the side of my family.
The next morning, we had our class, and after that I went to see Clare. I needed someone to talk to in this time. All morning I've still been feeling different, that inner feeling has just grown all day, I needed another girl to girl talk to. I arrived at her home; her parents answered the door and told me she was in her room. I ran up the stairs and found her with her head on her desk in her room. "What's wrong with you?" I asked with a laugh. She lifted her head off and looked down at me. Her hair was in a complete mess, showing she was exhausted.
"I'm trying to study for college."
"And?" I asked as I jumped on her bed.
"It's a nightmare." She groaned as she flopped onto the desk again, making me laugh a little. "It's just so hard."
"What's hard about it? Just answer the questions."
"You don't have to go to school or do any of this, you're lucky."
"I know." I replied. She pulled her head up and brushed back her brown hair.
"How do you know things if you don't go to school?"
"Well, Karl and Lexi teach me things, and the rest we just know naturally."
"Home schooled?" She asked.
"Kinda." I replied, not really sure what she meant by that.
"What's seven times fourteen?" She asked.
"Ninety eight." I answered instantly with a light laugh.
"How do you know that? Even I don't, not that quickly anyway." I just shrugged my shoulders.
"So why can't you concentrate?" I asked as I sat back up.
"Between you and me." She said as she shuffled on her chair to face me. "I can't get that ghost thing out of my head."
"Me neither." I replied.
"Every time I try to focus, it just keeps popping into my head." At that moment I came up with an idea.
"Grab your stuff." I said as I hopped of the bed. She packed it all into a small bag and threw it over her shoulder as we went down the stairs and out the door. I led her across town and towards where the ruckus started last night.
"Did you see what happened here last night?" She asked as we passed the scene.
"Yeah, did you."
"I was here with my parents, how weird was that?"
"Too weird." I replied thinking back to last nights events and seeing the cracks and slight indentation in the ground the lights left behind. We continued walking until we came to the footpath into the forest. We both stood at the start, hesitant about going in. But we had to face our fears, so we mustered our courage and entered, but straight away I led her off the path and into the forest. We walked through the dense forest to a place I like to come to sometimes. It wasn't anything special, it was just a place I found once that was an open space, but the trees still covered overhead. It was only a short walk until we came across it.
"Why are we here?" She asked as she dropped her bag on the grass.
"I come here to clear my head; I thought it may help with your work." I replied. She looked around, taking in the surroundings and sounds. A smile crept onto her face. She nodded and sat beside her bag and started to take everything out.
It was a warm day, and I lay on my side enjoying the suns rays on my pelt, warming me up. She really found it easy to knuckle down and get the work done here, the sounds of nature and the animals passing were so soothing. I helped her in any way possible, answering any questions that she seemed stuck on. She told me she was doing a degree in ancient history, and for this essay, she had to do a lot of writing, and I mean a lot! She could choose what her essay was about, so she chose a rather strange thing, witch hunts. I found it rather interesting to hear, I didn't know what a witch was, or that they were hunted.
"Why were they hunted?" I asked.
"Well, they were believed to be evil, so many were hunted down and killed in gruesome ways."
"But what were they?"
"They were people who believed in weird things. That with special herbs or the right words they can do nearly anything. Curse or help people."
"What like a spell? Like Harry Potter?" I giggled.
"Kind of." She giggled back. "The bad part is my tutor asked me to come up with some examples of spells for the assignment. I mean, how ridicules is that. How should I know?" She sighed.
"And why can't you?" I asked.
"I suck at the whole rhyming thing. I mean, i would have guessed that's how they did those spells in those days."
"Well we'll do it together." I said as I shuffled a little closer to her side so I could see what she was writing.
"What would I do without you?" She laughed. "First we need to think of what it can be."
"Anything in mind?" I asked, unsure of what to think of. To be honest, this was her work so she had to come up with it.
"Let's do a classic, and invisibility spell." She said as she wrote the title down in another notebook. We both thought for a minute, and tried our best to come up with something. Each try sounded perfect to her, but they didn't to me, each time they just didn't sound right. The something hit me, it seemed to pop into my mind as i thought about what could be written on that book.
"How's this." I said. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen."
"Much better. I love it." She said with a massive grin. I felt proud of myself. She turned to grab her notebook again, but something was wrong. "Did you see where I put it?" She asked as she turned around.
"The book?"
"Yeah." She replied. She looked all around her and even in her bag, yet she still couldn't find it. After a few moments of searching, even though she was right next to me, she yelled triumphantly. "Found it!" As she held it in the air.
"Where was it?" I asked as I lay back down beside her.
"Right next to me, I can't believe I didn't see it. Must have sat on it." She said sounding a little embarrassed. "Let's do one more." She said after she wrote it down.
"Oh we have to do a truth spell." I said getting excited.
"Totally." She replied sounding just the same. For some reason I already had one in mind.
"I got one." I said thinking it over. "These words of trust, I do not believe, it is honesty that I seek from thee, From when I say, This spell shall last, To say the truth about the present, future and past." Her face lit up.
"That's amazing!" She bellowed, a little too enthusiastic if you ask me.
"Ok calm down." I said with a laugh and a crazed look. Then her face looked all confused for a moment.
"Sorry, but did I just do that out loud?" She said blushing in embarrassment.
"Kinda." I giggled. "Got it down?"
"Nearly. Hey can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Let's take a break." She said putting the notebook beside her. "What do you think of Gary?"
"Why? Do you like him?" I asked with a sly smile.
"He's the hottest guy I've ever known." She replied looking all dreamy. Then she had the same reaction she did before, all shocked like.
"Ok, you didn't need to tell me that."
"I only thought it, I didn't realise I said it out loud until I did." She said blushing even more.
"Do you feel that way though?"
"Of course, I want to have his kids one day." She slammed her mouth shut as soon as she said it.
"Ok, what's wrong with you?" I demanded as I shuffled away.
"That wasn't me." She gasped.
"What do you mean?"
"Well it was me, but I couldn't help but say it."
"You really want to have kids with him?" I asked, still surprised by her sudden outburst.
"I want loads of them." She yelled again, and instantly covered her mouth again.
"You don't have to be that truthful you know, I'm starting to think that spell worked."
"So am I." She giggled. We sat in an awkward silence for a little while after that. Why was she being so honest and over exaggerating all of a sudden. Just then, she slammed her book shut and put it in her bag. "You know, I'm just going to go home. I'm just so embarrassed." She said as she stood up.
"You don't need to be embarrassed." I said comfortingly.
"I'm sorry; I just need some time alone." She added as she started walking away.
"Oh, ok. See you later?"
"Yeah, see ya." She mumbled as she walked away, leaving me on my own, trying to think over what just happened. Why did she act like that, the sudden need to be honest? Wait, honesty! We read out a truth spell together! Hold on, I'm just being stupid, witches aren't real. But wait, her notebook vanished when we read to other spell. There's only one way to find this out.
I couldn't believe I was actually thinking this, or actually starting to believe in it. I approached a large tree stump a little to the side of me and started down at it. What was the one we said earlier? But as it came to mind, I couldn't believe how stupid I was being and turned around to walk away. But as soon as I did, that curiosity of a pup grew in me and before I was stood in front of that tree stump and speaking. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." I repeated what I said. Suddenly, the stump quickly faded away, leaving nothing where it once was. I jumped back in freight, unable to process what my eyes had just seen. I took a few deep breaths before approaching where it was again. I raised a paw and waved it over the spot, but only it hit something hard. The tree stump was still there, it was there, but not there. "How is this possible?"
Two Day's Earlier- Nobodies P.O.V
The lights retreated into the waterfall, plunging the room into darkness. But it was filled with a strange light emanating from the pool, revealing two bloodied and beaten wolves, lying asleep on the floor. The first to awaken only moments later were the male. His eyes shot open, and his head quickly raised as he took in his surroundings. "What just happened?!" He thought to himself. For the first time in a while, he's feeling fear. He saw he was in a place he had not seen in a long time, his old home, and across from him laid another wolf, his sister. Before he ran over to her, he checked his body, seeing multiple wounds, bleeding heavily. One running across his chest, and another trickling down from his left ear all the way down his neck to his shoulder. "Oh my god!" He whispered. "I'm bleeding. I'M BLEEDING!" He yelled, happily. But then he came to the realization that he was bleeding. "Oh god… I'm bleeding." He knew he needed to get help before he bled to death. But the odd thing was he didn't feel any pain in the wounds, not even when he moved or touched them.
He looked over to his sister, seeing she too was bleeding from a small gash on her left cheek and a larger one on her right fore paw. He shakily arose to his paws, finding he had very little strength. He stumbled over to her and started shaking her. "Lupa, Lupa get up." He said wearily. She shot her eyes open and sat up with such speed she nearly hit him in the face.
"What happened?!" She exclaimed. "Where are we? Dakota?!"
"I'm right here." He replied calmly, she gasped at the site of his body.
"What the hell just happened?" She asked fearfully.
"I have no idea." He replied as he looked over his ever bleeding wounds. "But I think… we're alive." He said looking back up to meet her fearful, pulsating, green eyes.
"We can't be!" She protested. "Mom, Scott!" She yelled, hoping to hear some response, but she didn't hear anything. Apart from her voice being carried across the room and the room next door.
"Lupa we're on our own." Dakota said trying to quieten her. "Somehow… somehow we're alive." He said, unable to believe it himself.
"That's not possible, we were shot! We died!" She replied, trying to think of some way they were still truly dead. "Jump." She ordered.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Jump." She repeated. "Our powers didn't work up there, so if we're alive then it should work now." He looked down to the ground before he vanished and appeared a foot to where he once was. Both were left gasping at the mystical jump scar he left behind, showing that they did indeed have there powers back. She then looked to the ground and after a flash of her eyes; a tiny domed shield of hers appeared. But it was different. Before it looked like a film of water, it rippled and reflected the light giving it a wonderful appearance. Now it looked far more violent. Instead of the rippling effect, it was more of an electrical style. The ripples are now more like bolt of lightening; sparks flew off the dome as it did. It terrified her to see this so she let it fade and the two stared at one another.
"Call mom and Scott." Dakota said, fear present in his voice. She nodded and lmiped over to the wall. She too found she was very weak, her steps hard to take. Her actions confused Dakota; he knew she could just use the waterfall to contact their parents. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I knew this would be used for something some day." She replied as she tore away the plant life growing over the wall and revealed her invention. "Go and get something for our wounds while I do this." He nodded and ran out of the sanctum and into the main dome, only to find that time had ravished this place. The symbols were covered over with vines and plants that climbed up the walls, covering the stories written. He shook his head and ran into the healing room, which still contained everything that was there when they left. He took as many leaves and other things they may need in his mouth and over his back before he left. When he arrived back in the sanctum, Lupa was sat around the edge of her project she once made but never used, just starting the incantation. "I use the power of the Lupa's circle, to raise the spirits and make the spiral." She started as Dakota stood by her side. He took one of the leaves in his paw and her fore leg in the other and started to compress it to stop the bleeding. But then she pulled it away so she could continue the ritual before she gave it back. "I give my blood to the spirits I call, So you may walk amongst us, or not at all, Come to me, I summon thee, Settle in the circle, So mote it be." The diamond on the wall glowed and the same two balls of light Lupa and Dakota appeared in flew out of the diamond and spiralled around the room before quickly landing in the circle and fading like white smoke. As it faded, two more wolves stood where it vanished, both with fearful faces on.
"What happened?" Rosie bellowed as she looked around. The two wolves had a slight white glow around them, but looked completely physical, like they were really there. Her eyes then gazed at her children and narrowed. "What are you two doing, get back over here!" She ordered.
"We can't." Lupa answered. "We're stuck."
"What do you mean stuck?" Scott asked. As the parents sat on the edge of the circle right in front of them. They knew they couldn't get through and out the circle.
"Look, we're bleeding." Lupa said pointing to her bleeding cheek. Dakota finished just then with her paw and wrapped a vine around it and over the leaf to secure it and stop the bleeding further. She then started to tend to his wounds, firstly the one on his chest oozing with blood the most. Scott and Rosie gasped.
"You can't be, you're dead."
"I don't think we are, I can feel his heart beating." Lupa replied as she pressed hard with a larger leaf to stop it bleeding, making him wince a little.
"It's not possible." Scott added. "You can't be."
"Well it seems it." Dakota replied. "How come we got through but you didn't?"
"Because we didn't, what did you two do differently?" Their mother asked. Lupa reached down and started wrapping a vine around her brother's chest and over his back to secure the leaves and stopping the bleeding. But when she saw the bigger one on his face, she knew in an instant that it was prone to infection. So using common sense, she started to lick it clean as well as the dried blood around it. Starting from his ear and working down.
"We didn't do anything, it was like we were pulled through, we couldn't help it." Dakota answered.
"What do you mean "pulled"?" Scott asked.
"We didn't want to come through, but it was like someone reached in and pulled us out."
"Who was it?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Nothing can bring back the dead." Lupa said as she finished cleaning the wound. The bleeding had stopped, so there was no need to cover it, so she left it to heal naturally. Dakota then started to do the same to her cheek, cleaning the wound even though it was only a small gash. "The dead stay dead, only psychics can talk with them, but they can't bring them back." Then her eyes widened, gaining all their attention as she realised something. "Wait a minute." She said when she whirled around and started walking towards the wall to her left. Her eyes cast themselves on the scripture she curved once.
"What is it?" Dakota asked.
"It's just a theory." She started.
"Well I'm already freaking out here, so please do share by all means." He said.
"Well, after everything that happened to us, you know, after Dean's death and all, I was really worried about losing one of you guys." She said putting on a nervous smile. They all listened in carefully but Dakota walked towards her to see what she was on about. "I carved a script into the wall shortly after Dean's passing, only one for Dakota, I didn't have time to make you two one."
"What is it?" Dakota asked.
"Well if you died, then I could use it to call you whenever I wanted to talk to you." She replied a little saddened.
"What are you saying?" Rosie asked.
"Well, I'm psychic, and I'd use it to CALL him. But what if…" She started but Dakota finished.
"A witch read it?" She looked at him and nodded, they were thinking the same. They both knew witches were real; they met a few in the afterlife. "What if a witch read it and pulled us through. To them it would be a summoning spell."
"A spell to bring you back." Scott mumbled.
"Exactly." Lupa said. "It's a contacting spell for me, but a revival spell for him."
"But how are you here?" Dakota then asked. She only shrugged. "But how, only a Dire Wolf or the Starnik can find this place." Dakota said bewildered at his sister. But then all their eyes widened as they remembered not something, but someone. Not a Dire wolf, as the last of them resides in Alaska, only one other person could have done this, and they knew exactly who.
"Myka?!" Lupa exclaimed.
"She can't have, she doesn't have any powers." Dakota added.
"She does now." Sarah replied as she materialised in the centre of the circle and trotted over to the edge beside Scott and Rosie. "Your revival has triggered her powers."
"How?" Scott asked.
"I don't believe it was her though. I never saw her in here, neither did Shadow."
"What makes you so sure?" Rosie asked.
"Because I've been watching her long enough to know that she wouldn't do that, she's not the person you're looking for."
"Well, we need to find this person." Dakota said.
"No!" Sarah yelled quickly. "Even Sirius didn't see this coming, he never anticipated this to happen and he's furious. So is the Angel of Death, he's collected your souls once already, now he has to collect it again when you die again."
"Well, that's not going to happen this time." Lupa said confidently.
"And you shouldn't even be using this." She said pointing to the glowing circle. "It's personal gain, something I told you, you can't do."
"Oh screw personal gain." Lupa said taking them all by surprise. "We've been given a second chance at life and if Sirius wanted us to come back, he could do so with a wave of his paw. I'll use it as I please and to bring you back."
"Just stop." Sarah snarled again.
"But what about Myka?" Dakota said raising the topic again.
"She can't know who she is." Scott answered. "You need to stay away from her."
"How long has it been, being dead plays with your mind up there?" It was true, they knew it had been two years, but a week could either feel like a day, or a decade.
"Nearly two years." Sarah answered. "You've been dead for two years, so if you just walk out of here and into town, who knows what you could start."
"And then there's Sam." Scott growled his name. "He still lives, and he's still out there. If you're seen then he'll come for you."
"Then we won't get caught." Dakota said.
"Actually, I think I know what to do." Lupa said, making them all look at her. "I know someone who may be able to help."
"Who?" Her mother asked. She gave her mother a wry smile, she knew who she was talking about and her voice grew sternly. "No… No, no, no, no, no. you aren't seeing him.
Lupa's P.O.V
I ended the link immediately after mom started freaking out; she knew exactly what was running through my mind. Soon after, I quickly convinced my brother to follow with my plan. He didn't agree with me completely, but he saw that the person I wanted to see could perhaps help us. He jumped us to where we needed to go; he said it was nice to be able to do it again. "I still don't think we should do this." He said.
"Can you think of anything else?" I snapped. I didn't really want to do this either, but what choice did we have? He shook his head. "Then bring him here." I said facing forward again. A few seconds later, the very wolf we wanted to talk to appeared before us in a flash of green. The dark and light brown big wolf clasping his head and groaning, the usual side affect after being conjured by my brother.
"What the fuck!" Faolan groaned. Dakota and I stood in silence side by side for his hearing to return as well as his vision to clear. And when it did, he looked up to see us, and his face grew ultimate confusion. "Lupa?" He asked puzzled. "How are you here? You're dead!"
"WAS… dead." I replied, nervous of his reaction. Just before the war, I came to see him to clear the water between us. I also told him that if I survived I'd see him here, but if I died then I'd see him in the waterfall as a spirit. I had to the second way, and it brought tears to his eyes to find out I was dead. We spoke every few weeks, just like when I was alive, we enjoyed the others company. Even though we did have a thing before, and we'd never go back to how it was, we're friends, and that was that.
"We were dead." Dakota added.
"Then how are you here?" He asked fearful. "We spoke in the waterfall only last week?" He questioned.
"We don't know, but we need your help." I answered. Just then, a sudden spell of dizziness flew over me, I wobbled before I fell, but was caught by my brother. Faolan came running over, grabbing my wrist and feeling my pulse.
"Your heart rate is slow, WAY, too slow."
"That's just me, don't worry about it."
"Help me get her on my back, we can't stay here." Dakota still didn't really like him much, but complied. The two lifted me onto the large wolf's back and we all ran some distance away, not wanting to be discovered by the other Dire Wolves. After a few minutes, I was set on the ground. I was completely drained. He checked me over, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Try a few years ago." Dakota replied.
"She malnourished." He said looking at him. "You both are." I could sense my brother wasn't feeling too good either and it was a matter of time before he too collapsed. Faolan then ran off without another word, had he abandoned us? Maybe he wasn't going to help us after all. Ten minutes later, he returned, but with an elk dragging from his mouth, all for us. Never before, had I or Dakota wanted to devour something so bad before. We had a huge bloodlust for the elk. We started eating instantly, loving the feeling of the meat sliding down our gullets. "So why did you come here?" Faolan asked again.
"We need your help." I asked with my head in the belly of the elk.
"With what?" He chuckled.
"You know witchy stuff right?" He nodded. "Well, we were wondering if you could help us look different." Dakota said downed the meat he had and looked at me in shock.
"I didn't know that was the plan."
"Well think about it." I said. "If we look different, we can move around without having to worry about exposure."
"Where are your parents?" Faolan asked.
"They couldn't get through, and we need to find out how we got back. And to do that, we need to look different or we'd draw attention." Dakota answered as we both shoved our heads back into our dinner. We had two years of empty spaces to fill. I pulled back out and looked at him.
"If you can't help us, that's fine, I didn't think you could any way." I said saddened that my plan didn't work the way I wanted it to.
"Who said that I couldn't help?" He said with a smile. Thirty minutes later, in that time, he ran back to his home and grabbed some herbs and other stuff from under his master's nose and brought them back here in that weird bag thing of his. He started grinding them and mixing many of them together. We were still eating by the time he got back, and still were now. We were going to consume every morsel of meat on it, we needed it. Faolan found it rather amusing that we had a massive appetite, but carried on with what ever he was doing. We finished just as he was about to, we didn't leave anything, leaving only the head and feet in tact, everything in-between were nothing but bones. I flopped onto my side and laid my head on Dakota's side who was doing the same.
"You know..." He said breaking the silence and making me bring my head up to listen. "No witch has the power to bring back the dead, neither is there a spell for it. The witch itself would be killed, it can't be done. I'm only just strong enough to do this, I'm very limited."
"We'll someone is, and they brought us back." Dakota answered.
"I feel SO much better now." I sighed in happiness as we finished and rolled to our sides again.
"Me too." Dakota chuckled.
"Guys, it's nearly done." Faolan said to us. We arose to our paws; feeling completely stuffed and padded our way over to him. He had on the floor a large leaf, like the ones covering our wounds, and on them were a mixture of liquids, more herbs and other weird things.
"What's that?" I asked.
"This is what's going to make you look different." He said proud of his efforts.
"I thought you'd paint us or something."
"Naa, this is the better way, you really will look different."
"So what, we eat it?" Dakota asked.
"Nope, when I had the last ingredient, it should puff with smoke which you need to breathe in whilst picturing what you want to look like."
"And it works?" I asked in awe.
"Hopefully, I've never tried this before." He said with a wry grin. "It's a first time for everything."
"So how does it work?" Dakota asked.
"You will look like whatever you picture and stay that way until another witch or I takes it away. That's all I know."
"That's it?" I asked, making sure there wasn't a catch.
"I've made some improvements to it." I added. "To each other, you will look the same; this is just to help you not to get confused."
"Ok, that is useful." Dakota said. Faolan took a deep breath.
"Ready for this?" Dakota and I looked at each other momentarily; this was the point of no return. But we needed to do this, how else would we get the answers we wanted without risking exposure? We both nodded, and a smile crept on his face. "Just picture in your mind what you want to look like." He said as he then threw a pinch of whatever was needed into the mixture on the floor and just like he said, it made a spark, but it created a lot of smoke. He stepped back as not to inhale any of it as Dakota and I closed our eyes and started to breathe it into our bodies. At the same time, I pictured a new body and Faolan started to speak. "I call upon my ancient powers, To mask them now and in future hours, Their true likeness only comes, When seen by those where the same blood runs." When he finished, I heard him gasp at the same time a tingling sensation ran through my body. A few seconds later, I opened my eyes; his face was that of amazement. "It worked." He smiled. I looked at my right at Dakota, as he did to me. He looked exactly the same. But he said that it would be that way.
"How do we know?" Dakota asked. Faolan smiled and pointed to the pale of water he had beside him. We both trotted over to see if it had, and it did.
We were both completely different, but only our eyes remained the same. Our wounds had healed due to our bodies, and even on the ones we could see just looking at each other they had, so we removed our dressings.
I was exactly as I pictured. Most of my body was grey, it ran that colour down from the top of my head, going over my eyes, down my neck, back and sides, hips and the base of my tail. The same colour went over my shoulders and down the outside my all four legs, but leaving my paws white. The white spread over my cheeks, the front of my neck and going under my chest and stomach. It also appeared on the inside of my ears, something I didn't picture. I had black fur running down the front of my fore legs and the back of my hind legs, on the tips of my ears and a ring of it in the middle of my tail, the tip of it flecked with white. I was a multicoloured wolf. When I looked down at my body, it looked exactly the same as before, brown and white, but I guessed it was only in my reflection that I saw what I now looked like.
Dakota looked quite handsome. He now had brown fur around his face, sides, down the outside of his legs and the underside of his tail. He had a darker shade of brown on the tops of his head and ears, over the mid section of his back like a horse's saddle, and along the sides of his tail, and going under his body, covering his neck, chest and stomach. And lastly, he had white lines going over his eyes like a mask, a white stripe either side of his ribs, the top of his tail, and on the inside of his legs. He really did look very handsome. So handsome in fact, that I wouldn't hesitate in wanting to be with him if he wasn't my brother.
We stared at our reflections for what felt like an eternity, unable to believe we really looked like that. Faolan saw us this way, but only we saw each other in the same old bodies. This was going to take some getting used to.
Whoever said it was Lupa and Dakota who returned, congratulations, it was, it is called Children of the Starnik wasn't it. They believe it wasn't Myka, but little do they know that it was. She's a witch! And powerful one at that if Foalan believes that no witch is powerful enough to resurrect the dead. That must have been what the nose bleed she had was about. Her powers her active, does this mean her eyes change like the rest of her family? What will Lupa and Dakota do now that they are back? Do they find her? Or do they keep away so she doesn't see them? Keep reading and read this afternoon's chapter to find out. :)
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