Immediately Mona came close to Ophelia, she waved her hand in the air and a transparent screen appeared. She created a sound shield for privacy. She then conjured a mirror out of the air and placed it in front of the shimmering girl. The center of the mirror has was like a Cresent moon but it suddenly opened like an eyes when the girl looked into it. Not long after, the shimmering light began to converge into the mirror's eyes until it all disappeared.
Ophelia closed her eyes then opened it again. Her eyes were no more glowing. If you looked into Ophelia's eyes now all you will see is a sea of white and at the centre of the sea is a silver ball. No Matter how you looked there was no visible pupil.
"Ophelia... are you alright? I realised that according to calculations the blood moon should appear in a few months time when a new alpha emerges. Ophelia, my q.... ahm ahm my baby, are you feeling well? Do you want to visit that place?... Ophelia... say something, will you?"
"Serinna, is it me or you really don't know how to hold up your image as a Mona? What's with the emotional nonsense? Acting like a nanny! Baby? What baby? When has this one become a baby?"
responded Ophelia in a dangerous tone.
" Sounding tough now are we? Everyone only sees the easy to bully weakling that you are and the nice protective guardian that I am. No one knows how much you bully me with your words and eyes. I'm really pitiful playing the hero only to be bullied" Mona Serinna said pouting and frowning. No one would believe it even if they were told that the mighty Mona Serinna was pouting. Ophelia just looked on at the Mona without any care. All others could see was that she was frowning.
Mona Serinna had long removed the veil. No one saw the mirror or it's power. All they could see was the the silent exchange between the ward and guardian. These ignorant people were busy wallowing in the excitement of the guardian chastising her ward for her reckless behaviour. To them it was good that Mona Serinna was talking some sense into that girl. How could she display such mediocre talent and still use it to hurt other.
The ignorant Sirens who couldn't hide her glee was first to stride forward wearing an aggrieved expression on her face.
"Mona Serinna, thank you for scolding her even though she is your ward. You are still the upright leader that we know. You see, recently, that girl has been acting arrogantly everywhere like her ancestors own us. All of us thought that it was because you allowed her too. Thank the heavens for your righteousness"
Looking past her as if she didn't exist, Mona Serinna asked the crowd with a look of puzzlement. " I'm an unrighteous leader because my ward didn't allow herself to be bullied by you folks tonight? Wait! Did she just reprimand me for defending my ward?"
Pah! Pah!! Pah!!! .... Clear and heavy footsteps could be heard in the already silent hall. It should have brought relieve for the already worked up crowd but it instead the atmosphere became more tensed and the people even started feeling shivers in their spines. There was heavy silence. The footsteps drew closer and soon a small man appeared in everyone's eyes. You must be wandering why such a small human being would have such heavy footsteps. It wasn't really the footsteps but the man bearing the foot, Alpha Derrick, the only known dwarf werewolf in history and the most wicked too. He is also the right hand man of the King Alpha, Nicklaus, the most dangerous and heartless Alpha king to have ever existed. Ever since Nicklaus's death, the werewolf kingdom had not been active. It was like that were no longer existing. No one would have thought that they would appear now, especially not on a day like this.
"Could they be here for the ritual?" That was the only reason everyone could think of. No one spoke. After much staring between both sides, Derrick guffawed " I don't mean to disrupt your...." he looked around and especially at the altar and continued " party but I've got good news" he laughed sarcastically.
Everyone: (...) what good news can cannibals ever have?
"The king sends his greetings" He stopped and observed everyone's faces. How he loves these ugly expressions the most...Ahkaha. Then he said with much glee "by king, I mean...let the drums on...da da da da.... wanna know...?", he paused letting the tension rise, then continues "Nicklaus sends his greetings through this humble one" . He bowed, turned around and left. This dumbfounded his audience.
After several moments of silence, the people of Alkal as if woken from a dream all had one thought: HE IS ALIVE!