Eight-hundred Year Curse

Concealed in a grove of dark withering trees, two figures waited.

Their hushed whispers lost in the soft crisp rustle of the wind-stirred leaves.

" My lord, I have almost forgotten how brilliant the moon is. "

" I know, Bel." he said with a shade of sadness in his tone. "Since we are allowed only rare views since the curse began... So I too drink it in." He sighed then looked up the sky and felt the memories come though.

"How many years has to been since we last seen the Earth?"

"Too many," he said, more than a hint of bitterness in his tone.

They waited, not ten paces away from the flat side of a massive boulder. Beyond that, the silver moonlight shone down on a clearing framed by the thick fog. It was a haunting view of their glorious fields, now in ruins.

Suddenly, the sheer face of the stone radiated a dazzling blue light. The two crouched lower between the ashen trees. Bel raised his staff ready for combat.

"Hold," whispered the God. "If that is my brother, we are done"

The wall of the stone rippled like a virtual splash flow of water. It began to pulse and bulge as if the stone had turned into some elastic fabric or web.

Something was struggling to break out.

Neither God nor servant breathed as a hand broke through, then forearms and a torso. But the light intensified, making it almost impossible to see beyond the form's black silhouette.

The portal snapped shut, just a boulder once more. They couldn't see much of anything as their eyes readjusted to the moonlight.

"My Lord... Should I—?"

"Bel, stand your ground," the God said, finally being able to heave a relieved sigh to have given that order. He strode forward from the cover of the crisp and dark trees toward a male draped in a heavy looking cloak. His beta followed close behind.

"Lanse, what have you learned?" he asked.

"He is on Earth," he replied.

"Can you be certain?" he asked for confirmation.

He removed his hood, shook out his ashen blonde hair — silver on the moonlight — and nodded. "There can be no doubt. I felt the tremors among the humans."

"I cannot believe it... Cythia told us the truth," said the God. "I will personally go to Earth while the others gather. At last, some hope—"

"It will not be easy," Lanse interrupted. "He appears to apparently not know about us and he is within a place that seems to be scattered with the supernatural."

The expression of the God darkened when the statement was said.

"Among how many?" he asked.

"Thousands," he replied as he bowed while staring at his feet.

The servant was thunderstruck.

"Thousands?" Bel gasped. "But that would be like-"

"Leading straight to war." the God said calmly — thinking.

"And that is not the worst of it." Lanse said. "The enemies are there and I found him being attacked yesterday but luckily saving him."

"Then he knows," said the Alpha. "Cynthia thought as much. Lanse, thank you for saving my beloved but please prepare the others for the incoming battle. You must not let the enemy further attack him. Do whatever is necessary."

"I understand," he replied. "The humans and the supernatural there have weapons and such. "

"Good," he said. "Their weapons won't match the quality you're used to. Do what you can. But no matter what, you must continue to blend in."

Lanse replaced the hood of his cloak and turned towards the portal. "If our race has become skilled at anything these bitter, long years, it's hiding. Plus, what can kill the so called God of Death and King of the Otherworld?"

"And Lanse?" he heard the urgent questioning in his comrades voice and turned. "We must not fail."

Lanse crossed his wrists and bowed. "We will not. For Victory and Death."

" For Victory and Love."

While they end their conversation, Rhys still thought of his savior in the dream, he looked quite familiar, like someone from the past. But he just shrugged at how a dream can be so realistic.

He felt the pain of the cuts and the ringing in his ears at the shouting of the feral men, and how they turned into actual werewolves. He hasn't seen one in like forever.

It somewhat made him more curious if the supernatural was real. If his 'dream' was the actual reality.

It was Saturday so he didn't have school or anything to do.

It was boring.

He thought that maybe some thrill can make him happy. He didn't exactly have many friends. Just one.

And her name was Cynthia Roselyn Scallion. She was a remarkable girl. She was fierce, beautiful and sassy. No one could really approach her because of her intimidating aura but that didn't stop her increasing popularity among girls and boys. He was happy that Cythia was his friend, she was there will him through thick and thin. He thought that she might practically be his long lost sister.

He loved her as family. Rhys had parents that cared more about their work that their own flesh and blood. They were rich but always had no time.

He was alone.

He felt lonely even with Cynthia. He always felt like something was missing. A missing piece to his incomplete puzzle. He slowly closed his eyes as he stood near the counter in the kitchen while savoring the rich smell of coffee. He was lost again on his mind but his thoughts were cut short when the ringing of his phone interrupted. He picked it up when he saw it was Cynthia.

'Hey, wanna hang out today?'Cynthia asked through the phone.

"Sure, but what are we going to do?"

'Are you up for shopping at the mall?' she asked.

And did he mention that Cynthia was a shopaholic? Cause she is. And she'll literally shop till she drops and that takes more than a single hour, and if you offer to buy something for her, she'll ask for something really, really expensive. Like a dress for 5000? Pants for like 3000? And a watch for more than 20,000? She'll waste her black card for those.

"Okay, so let's meet up at 1?"

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