Forbidden Mate: Awakening

The day finally came when my dad decided it was time to reveal the long-held secret of the journal to me, not like I didn’t know most of it beforehand. I knew I had to act oblivious about anything he was going to tell me, but not because I didn’t want him to know I knew ahead of him but because I wanted to see if he had other things to reveal to me that I knew nothing about.

We sat in his study, the room filled with an air of anticipation and my nervousness. I could tell this was not an easy decision for him considering the recent weeks of my mom’s deteriorating health, but I was grateful that he trusted me enough to share this secret. The reason why he chose now to do so? I didn’t know. I really didn’t know.

“I hope you’ve been well, dear?” He said whilst looking into my eyes. I could tell he hadn’t slept for days.

“Have you, father?” I said and he looked away. His eyes shook and he wiped a tear from one.

He pulled himself together and then held my hands, “I called you here to tell you about some…things.” He pursed his lips and he continued, “Your mom…she’s…she’s going to be okay. Whatever happens, I need you to be strong, Lily. The war hasn’t begun and the battle is barely over.”

I sniffed and felt a tear coming out of my eye, “Is that what you called me to tell me, father?”

“Lily…”

I removed my hands from his and stood up, not able to control the emotions that wanted to burst through me, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me that she had…I can’t bare to let her go. I won’t. I’ll never.” I held my chest and rested my back on a wall, crying quietly.

My father sat there, quietly looking at me. I saw the pain in his eyes and the lines on his forehead grew wider before he burst into tears. He covered his eyes and I noticed. I had never seen my father cry so badly, so painfully. I had never seen him cry.

I immediately felt bad and went to him, knelt down and hugged him.

“I’m sorry, my dear…This is so unfortunate…” I could hear him say between sobs and I rubbed his back, trying to bring him comfort. I felt so guilty for seeing my father, the very stern leader of our grove, look so vulnerable. He was still my dad and he was hurting now, and so was I.

He pulled me away and held my face, “Everything will work out for the best.” He nodded and gestured for me to sit down.

I did, with a long face and faced down.

He finally got himself together, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

I looked at him and we maintained silence for a while before he spoke again.

“Lily,” he began, “l will answer three of the questions that I know have been bugging you for a while now. So, ask away.”

I don’t think I understood what dad meant but I guess he knew me too well. I nodded, my heart pounding with curiosity and anxiety.

I asked the first thing that came into my mind, “Tell me the full story of the journal.”

He thought of something then nodded. He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started,

“Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon beings from other worlds and realms.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The journal was created by an ancient civilization that lived in harmony with werewolves and vampires. It was meant to keep a balance between the two factions so neither would have an unfair advantage. The leaders used its knowledge to keep peace and protect their people.

But as time passed, some vampires got greedy and wanted to use the journal’s power for their gain. They wanted to control everyone and everything.

The werewolves, led by a wise Alpha, opposed the vampires’ desire for ultimate power. They knew the journal’s potential danger and didn’t want it misused. Their mission was to keep it safe and hidden.

As tensions increased, a fierce battle broke out between the two factions for the journal’s control and possession. The werewolves fought bravely but were outnumbered. To safeguard the journal, the Alpha of that time used a powerful enchantment to hide it.

The journal’s location was shared only with a few trusted leaders, and they kept it secret for generations. Each new Alpha inherited the responsibility of protecting it from falling into the wrong hands.

Over the years, the journal has become more of a legend, with many thinking it was just a made-up story. But for those who know the truth, it is a vital secret that holds the key to keeping peace between werewolves and vampires.”

My mouth was on the floor.

“Second question, Lily.”

Why did I feel there was more to that story than what he told me?

He repeated what he asked and I stuttered and inquired, “Why are the ring and journal of Lythian named alike? What is the connection between them?”

He nodded again, this time looking impressed by my question, then spoke again,

“The ring of Lythian and the journal of Lythian are named alike because they are both connected to the ancient civilization of Lythian and hold significant power that can shape the fate of the realm we’re in.

The connection between the ring and the journal lies in their origins and purpose. Both artifacts were created by the ancient civilization of Lythian. The people of Lythian were known for their wisdom and understanding of the supernatural forces that governed their world.

As I’ve explained earlier, the journal of Lythian was a powerful repository of knowledge that contained ancient secrets, spells, and information about the delicate balance between the werewolves and vampires. It held the wisdom of the ancient leaders and was a means of preserving peace and harmony between the two factions. The journal was a source of guidance for the werewolves’ Alpha leaders, passed down through generations to protect the world from falling into chaos.

On the other hand, the ring of Lythian was a symbolic artifact that represented the unity and cooperation between werewolves and vampires. It was a sign of their shared history and a reminder of the ancient civilization of Lythian. The ring was said to have been worn by the leaders of both factions, symbolizing their commitment to maintaining peace and understanding.

The ring and the journal are important to both werewolves and vampires. Together, they represent their shared history and the chance for peace. The ring reminds them of the old civilization’s ideals, while the journal contains important knowledge.”

Being bombarded with all this information was overwhelming. I couldn’t even catch my breath again when my father said, “Your final, question Lily.”

I sighed and just asked, “What was Lythian?”

He didn’t show any reaction then he explained,

“Lythian is an ancient and advanced civilization that once existed in the supernatural world. It was a society where werewolves and vampires coexisted in harmony, living together in peace and mutual respect. The people of Lythian were known for their wisdom, understanding of supernatural forces, and their ability to maintain balance between the two factions.

Lythian served as a beacon of hope for both werewolves and vampires, demonstrating that peaceful coexistence was possible despite their differences. The civilization was guided by powerful leaders who upheld the values of unity and cooperation between the two factions.

Lythian played a significant role in shaping the history and destiny of the supernatural world. Its influence extends beyond its time, as artifacts like the ring of Lythian and the journal of Lythian holds profound power and knowledge that will impact the werewolves and vampires of our time.”

It wasn’t long enough till my father continued once again, “You see, the journal belonged to the father of the Alpha King during the Great War. His name was Thorian the Ancient,” he paused, took a deep breath then continued, “He was a powerful and wise leader, and the journal was his most prized possession. He fancied it because it particularly contained information about the ancient artifacts that held immense power and how to protect them from falling into the hands of his enemies.”

I listened intently, my mind trying to process the weight of the revelation.

“But that’s not all,” he continued. “The journal also contains a prophecy, a prophecy about a chosen one who would come to possess the artifacts and bring about a new era of peace and prosperity for our kind.”

My eyes widened in astonishment. A prophecy? A chosen one? How did father know of it too?

“As the Alpha King’s father grew older,” my dad continued, “he realized that the power contained within the artifacts was too great for one person to wield. He feared that it could be used for destructive purposes if it fell into the wrong and incapable hands. And so, he decided to divide the knowledge and power among several trusted guardians.”

I leaned forward, my curiosity growing with every word he spoke. “So, the journal contains the knowledge of how to find and protect the artifacts?” I asked.

“Yes,” my dad replied, “but it also contains a way to unlock their combined power when the time is right, when the chosen one comes forth to fulfill the prophecy.”

My mind was racing with questions and possibilities. Did my father know I was part of the chosen one? What does it mean for the future of our pack and the entire realm? Why was he telling me all this now?!

“I know this is a lot to take in,” my dad said with a gentle voice, “but I want you to know the truth. The journal’s power must never fall into the wrong hands, and you, my daughter, are one of the guardians entrusted with this sacred knowledge.”

Shit, he knows.