MOONLIT FATES

chapter -4

Amelia's eyes wandered over the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls of Elarion's quaint cottage. The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air as she watched him meticulously brew a healing potion.

Several months had passed since Amelia first arrived at the human village with Elarion. As promised, he had introduced her as his daughter. And surprisingly no one questioned it, though she could tell people gossiping about her.

Elarion was a very gentle and warm person. His presence radiated wisdom, and his eyes held a deep well of understanding.

Elarion's benevolence knew no bounds. Without seeking any justification, he embraced Amelia into the folds of his life. His actions spoke louder than words, as he tended to her needs, offering not just shelter but a sanctuary for her burgeoning curiosity.

In the quiet moments between herbs and ancient texts, Elarion became not just a caregiver but a mentor to Amelia. He patiently guided her hands through the delicate art of healing, sharing the secrets of herbal concoctions and the intricate dance of energy that mended wounds.

One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of gold across the sky, Amelia couldn't contain her gratitude. "Why did you take me in, Elarion? I arrived as a stranger, yet you treat me as kin."

Elarion, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the hearth, simply replied, "In every soul, there exists a melody waiting to be heard. Yours, my dear, harmonizes beautifully with the quiet tunes of this humble abode. We may not always understand the reasons, but sometimes, our hearts recognize kinship before our minds can fathom it."

It was hard for her. Amelia's nights were haunted by the echoes of disbelief, as she grappled with the surreal notion of time travel. In the silent hours, she questioned the authenticity of her surroundings, hoping each dawn would usher her back into the familiar realm she once called home.

But she had to accept the impossible reality that somehow she had gone to the past. And more shockingly, to the time of the rulling time of Alpha Aldric Stormblade. Yes, she still had that mysterious book.

As Amelia delved into the pages of the old mysterious book, the tales of Alpha Aldric Stormblade unfolded before her like an ancient tapestry of power and shadows.

The ink told stories of a formidable ruler, a king of a vast werewolf pack whose reign cast a looming shadow over the supernatural realms.Inscribed within the worn pages were accounts of Aldric's notorious rule, where his dominance was as fierce as the storm that bore his name. Whispers of his prowess in battle echoed through the passages, with rumors suggesting that he had single-handedly extinguished entire vampire nations, leaving only the echoes of their existence.

All Amelia wanted was to never cross paths with the king. But little did she know that the currents of time has the tendency to intertwine destinies in ways that one could neither predict nor evade.