In the mystical kingdom of Lycea, where werewolves live under the protective light of the silver moon, a tale of love, sacrifice, and rebirth unfolds. Isolde, a brace and beautiful she-wolf, finds her destiny intertwined with an ancient artifact that holds the key to her people's salvation....
Chapter 1 WHAT IF I FAIL
Isolde stood at the edge of the clearing, her heart heavy with doubt and uncertainty. The weight of her responsibilities pressed down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit beneath their burden. She had always believed in the prophecy, in her role as the chosen one destined to save the enchanted realm, but now, faced with the reality of the task before her, she couldn't help but wonder if she was truly up to the challenge.
As she gazed out into the forest, the trees whispered their secrets to her, their voices a haunting melody that echoed through her mind. She felt the weight of their expectations upon her shoulders, a heavy mantle she wasn't sure she could bear. What if she wasn't strong enough? What if she failed?
Isolde's heart raced as she recalled the warnings of her previous self.
Her third self, the one who had died twice already, appeared beside her. The weariness in those eyes was a testament to the trials she had faced.
"You don't remember, do you?" her third self asked, voice laced with sorrow. "The pain, the failure, the death. It's all still ahead of you."
Isolde's grip tightened, her knuckles white. She tried to shake off the feeling of unease.
I won't back down. I have to try, Isolde said firmly.
That's what I said, twice. And twice, I died. You'll never make it out alive, her third self said raising a hand to pull her back, Declan burst from the underbrush, sword drawn.
"Leave her alone!" he growled, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness.
Isolde's s third self sneered. "You can't save her, Declan. She's doomed to repeat the cycle."
Declan charged forward, his sword clashing with Isolde's third self. The two engaged in a fierce battle, their movements lightning-fast.
Isolde watched, frozen, as Declan fought to protect her.
The figure vanished, leaving behind an unsettling silence.
Declan turned to Isolde, his chest heaving with exertion. "You don't have to face this alone," he said, his voice low and gentle.
Isolde's gaze met his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. The tension between them was palpable, Declan offered a reassuring smile.
Isolde sighed, unable to keep the turmoil within her from spilling out. "I don't know if I can do this, Declan," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always believed in the prophecy, in my role as the chosen one, but now that it's time to fulfill that destiny, I'm not sure I have what it takes."
Declan's gaze softened with understanding, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "You are stronger than you realize, Isolde," he said, his voice unwavering. "I have seen the fire in your eyes, the determination in your heart. You have faced challenges before and emerged victorious. This will be no different."
Isolde shook her head, unable to accept Declan's words of encouragement. "But what if I'm not strong enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. "What if I fail, and maybe die?"
Declan's expression hardened with resolve as he looked into Isolde's eyes, his gaze fixed. "You will not fail, Isolde," he said, his voice firm. "I will be by your side every step of the way, guiding you, supporting you, and together, we will overcome whatever challenges lie ahead. You are not alone in this, Isolde. You never have been, and you never will be."
Together, they ventured into the forest, ready to face whatever lay ahead.