Alpha Ocean ✔

23. Asyut (4)

Asyut is basically Egypt.

Anya P.O.V.
Ancient Asyut 5th century.
Central Southern Hemisphere.  

The coldness was there.

While the Priests started their ceremony. I stood beside Anubis while the Priests chanted over and over again. A smell hit my nostrils, the incense overshadowed the minor odour. We waited for them to finish. I desperately wanted to go home, feeling eerily and uncomfortable. There were others around the Temple, all non-human. Still it wasn't comfortable knowledge. Some had long white robes, with hoods pulled down below their eyes.

My senses lessened with the wave of air swishing around the steel bowl of fire. The sealed room contained such wind, it resembled a mini sandstorm. Fire created a déjà vu that fleeted away from me. I always hated large bodies of fire.

Scooting closer to my mate I looked around the shadows casted by high pillars. The fire lamps around the room roared aloud resembled the fire in the middle. 

The High Priest came forward towards Anubis, offering him the goblet with water from the Great Nile, that Anubis must drink from after performing a successful ceremony. A way of passing on the energy from the spirits to the King. 

Someone banged on the Temple door, calling out for me. It sounded like Daria but no humans were allowed in the Temple. The loud knock came again. I turned back to Anubis, he drank from his cup while a small tornado inside began, simultaneously.

The ritual seemed perfectly procedural. The Warlocks and Witches otherwise known as Priests and Priestess had ways to connect with the high powers. However, this time, my heartbeat resembled a galloping horse. 

My stomach dropped. Something inside the centre of my chest felt warm and uncomfortable. I stared at Anubis, wondered why he put his hand on his chest. The burning sensation grew, the high priest took the cup back, handing it off his successor. He looked confused.

"Would Your Highness, like to take a seat?" He indicated the temple guards to bring him an armchair. This has never happened before. My fear grew as my gaze kept reverting back towards the figures who wore long robes with hidden faces.

"My King we must get out of here. Please." I bent on my knees next to his chair. Putting my hand on his arm, I nearly fell back at the amount of heat that radiated from him. "My love what's wrong?" There were tears forming in my eyes because deep down I knew he wasn't getting up from the chair.

"Anya..." His gaze lifted towards me. Seeing the silvery sheen crawling in from the corner of his eyes made my chest ache. His gaze lifted towards the Priest behind me. He and his associates appeared to be shell-shocked. 

Turning back towards Anubis I put my hand on his chest. All things were created with gold, brass or wood. Silver was forbidden in kingdoms with Werewolves. Only humans experimented with the art of silver.

"GO FIND OUT WHO DID THIS." The high priest screamed at the guards. Everything erupted into chaos behind me but my eyes stayed glued to Anubis. "BRING ME THE HEALER."

"My Love, don't leave me." I pleaded. "Just hold on for me until the Healer comes." I took his hand in mine, felt the coldness take over. Wolves were never cold. He tried to speak, his body shook uncontrollably. His body had always been warm against mine but now, it was turning silver and cold. His warm golden brown skin started to fade to cold silvery blue.

"YOUR HIGHNESS, it's a trap. They have Silver, they bought sil-" Daria's appeared seconds after the gates were open. The guards had a higher priority task than stopping my trusty head servant. "Oh your highness."