I let mother take be back to the white void again.
It feels like it has been a while since I've been here.
The last time I came here was before I knew who I was.
"what's on your mind young one?" she sat next to me and stroked my hair.
I had explained everything to her.
From the terrible feeling I had at Bloodlake down to the mirror we found at the basement.
I also told her about flashes of memories that weren't even mine.
Mother stayed silent and listened to everything I had to say.
When I had finished, she let out a small sigh and remained silent for a couple seconds.
"I guess everything you're experiencing has to do with my past and my childhood"
"what do you mean? I'm sure you had a fantastic childhood. Filled with adventure" she probably didn't have it as hard as me or maybe she did.
After all I never got to meet her…physically.
"it wasn't how you think it is. Where do I even begin…" she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. I just stared at her.
Not having anything to say.
"there are a few things about your heritage that you don't know about. History only remembers a fraction of who I am and how I came about. I will tell you my story and everything I went through. That should give you some insight on what's happening presently…"
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Elaka's POV:
I grew up in Blacklake, partially living as an outcast.
We Khamatu's had been so scared of our existence and never really came out of hiding as we would be seen as freaks of nature.
We lived a somewhat luxurious life as my mother, the Khamatu before me had married a wealthy werewolf.
He was among the council from what I remember so we were far from poverty. We were noblemen.
From what people know about us today, our breed is humble and kind but that doesn't apply to everyone.
My father made sure we didn't associate with anyone lower than us.
I didn't like it but there was nothing I could do about it.
My sister never said anything about it as well so I never really knew if she enjoyed it or not.
"Wait! You had a sister?" Lyra interrupted me.
There was a look of utter shock written over her face upon discovering she had an aunt.
"yes; yes, I did-"
"then why does history show no account of her?" she interrupted me before I could add anything else.
"do you want me to finish my story or not?" I grumbled and she kept quiet, looking up at me with big expectant eyes.
My sister and I were raised to be the perfect daughters.
We sat up straight, didn't speak unless spoken to.
We had to be prim and proper.
Our father had high expectations of both of us.
My mother couldn't say much about it.
She was a really quiet woman and kept to herself most of the time.
You could say she was distant from me and my sister.
We did talk to her though but not as often.
My father on the other hand, he was a polar opposite.
He was a narcissist and loved to brag about things.
I feel like he only married my mother because he saw her as such a huge trophy.
In my own opinion, they never acted like they were an actual couple.
They always acted like the were obligated to each other.
Maybe they were actually in love but had a funny way of showing it.
Anyways, when my father found out my mom had a set of twin girls; he was ecstatic.
Since the powers of the Khamatu can only be passed down to one female child, and he had two.
He didn't know who would get it.
Thus, he treated us both equally.
He trained us the same way, learning the exact same thing.
As at then, my sister and I were totally indifferent.
Though she was more confident than me and was obviously my dads favorite, we still had a bond.
To me I felt we were inseparable.
That was until something happened that changed….
I'm sorry for the insanely short chapter. This is meant to be like a prologue before the main thing
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