THE ACADEMY
26th OCTOBER 10 NEW UNIVERSE
12:00 AM
MIKE
Max getting pissed off at exactly midnight, right on a night that has a full moon. Grolix was aiming to kill us all. Max has been holding back the wolf within him for so many reasons, chief amongst them being the fact that he doesn't love how out of control he might become was he initiates the change. He's tried to turn many times before, being the only son of the ultimate alpha meant he had big shoes to fill within the shifter community, but the fear of the pain that comes with the change and the fact that he might become a stranger within his own body scared the ever loving crap out of him.
And now Grolix had literally ripped the gates Max had put in place to hold back the monster within apart. And I could see the monster, a monster than even though every single one of us right besides this lake was in terrible danger, I couldn't help but find beautiful.
Pitch black midnight fur with a streak of pure silver from the middle of his head all the way to his tail. The same streak began from his claws all the way up the side of his body, joining the major streak on his back like minor veins or the branches of a tree. And under his piercing green eyelids two silver crescent moons were placed, giving him an even fierce look. He was not as big as his dad who could be as tall as three and half meters in his full wolf form. Max was still young, so he was just about a meter and a half tall, but that didn't make him any less fierce or imposing. This was a hunter, a killer on the loose.
Grolix took a step back, but with the way he was currently gripping his axe, I knew he had every intention of fighting back, and making sure Max was just as injured as Hades if not more. That boy was a fool, he might be a demigod, but just like Cassiel and me he's still just a child, he has no idea who or what he was dealing with, and any other antagonistic display on his part could very well set Max on a killing spree, not at all caring for friend or foe. As it stands I had no choice but to try and use an ability I've not been able to master or rather an ability my soul was not strong enough to handle....weaving.
Max jumped at Grolix, growling and snarling as lightening rippled across his luscious fur, his eyes red with rage as he snarled and barked at the object of his rage. Those of us who knew what it meant for a young werewolf to first shift tools step back and watched helplessly as Grolix began to suffer under the slowly increasing speed and tempo of Max's attack.
I couldn't help the feeling that Max was playing with Grolix. As a werewolf his strength is not just doubled, based on how pure a bloodline a werewolf carries, their strengths are tripled, quadrupled or even increased to an effect of ten times their normal range. And Max was not your normal werewolf, his strength was far above the range of what Grolix could manage at the moment, and even more so since this wad the first change, and Max was not really in control of his mental abilities.
Max moved forwards a bit and stretched out his paw, clawing his way through Grolix's axe and shredding his already healed chest all the way down to bone. There was a concussive force behind that blow and Grolix was thrown backwards into the lake amidst his pained screams and the sinister glint within Max's lupine eyes.
Max stretched himself and I could notice his muscles being relaxed and stretched, all these were details that normally wouldn't mean anything, but for someone who has been around werewolves for quite some time, I knew Max was about to take a killing leap, and as soon as Grolix surfaced from that lake, Max would either take his head off with a swipe from his claw, or chew through his neck with his powerful jaws.
And just as I predicted, Max leaped. I've been trying my best and failing, over and over again, but this was my moment of truth, if I was unable to make it work, then without a doubt we were all massively fucked. Because Grolix dying won't just be on Max's conscience; Grolix's father, a god of war would probably use this opportunity to start a civil war in a bid for revenge or more power. I don't really know how Speran politics worked, but the outcome of Grolix dying to Max would be very, very bad.
(RUNE: TIME)
A golden rune circle appeared over my outstretched right hand with the symbol of an hour glass on it. As soon as it appeared, Max who's werewolf form was in mid air from his leap, stopped in place. There was no movement, no heart beat, not even the wind could ruffle his fur, it was as if time had literally stopped around him, or on him. For the first time ever, after trying for a significant amount of years, I was finally able to weave.
Soul runes were easy, they were runes born from the soul of a weaver, and it gave that weaver almost complete control over a particular concept or element. But some runes are more special than others, and right now the cost for using a soul rune as profound as time was rapidly becoming obvious for me and everyone to see. I was slowly bleeding from my eyes, nose, ears and even from my skin. I might have successfully weaved the (TIME) Soul rune, but obviously my soul was not yet strong enough to handle the strain that came with it.
"Mike what the hell are you doing! Stop! You're killing yourself!" Cassie shouted as she came to a stop besides me.
I really couldn't give her any sort of snarky comments, because I knew she was right. Time was like a slippery eel, an eel that was very much alive and could channel massive volts of electricity with every twist and turn it made. My grip was not strong enough to hold on to it, and as a result I was loosing a hold of it, and at the same still getting shocked. But I couldn't stop, not unless I wanted to release a rampaging werewolf with heightened emotions around the academy. People are really going to die if I did so, but with each second that passed, it seems that choice was gradually being taken out of my hands.
This soul rune was like rubber band, and the longer I used to keep Max in place, the farther it stretches, and eventually its going to just.....snap!
*BOOOM!*
Ahh! Hello darkness, my old friend. Did you miss me.