ALEXA KLAUS
I stepped into the building and saw a high power meeting was going on and my father, Glava Klaus sat at the high table. He shot me a surprise look, expecting me to take my leave but it was never going to happen and I knew he won't want to create a scene but I won't put that past him.
Glava Klaus is a powerful man in the world and with far reaching influence. He had presidents and heads of government at his beck and call. He had gathered a team of the high and mighty, talking about world dominance.
"I am pretty sure it's time for the prophecy to be fulfilled" Diego said with a strong Latino accent.
"How can you tell it's time, as far as I'm concerned, no one truly knows what the prophecy says." Graham the Irishman countered. I've heard the Irish wore their feelings on their sleeves and I just confirmed just listening to him speak.
"Diego is right, but it depends on your understanding of the text and your calculations, the prophecy says 'For twelve thousand turns of the sun, Selena and her beloved shall be bound, and held captive by the merciless rule of Mørke. Alas, on the eve of the forty-first appearance of her lupine, when his spirit reaches its peak, the Czàiya shall summon his Qaddaray Jacayl. In that moment, the parallels shall meet and blossom.' This much I know but it's a bit more confusing." Zika explained while everyone listened keenly, judging from their level of concentration, I figure this was the first time many of them where hearing the prophecy too. I guess I have to go meet Zika for more explanations much later. I now know a place to start. "Twelve thousand turns of the sun means 1000 years, that much I'm certain of."
"Let's say you are correct, it's still confusing. 'the eve of the 41st appearance of her lupine.' how are we supposed to calculate that? I believe the signs we are seeing are indications that the time for the prophecy is--" Arlind was still speaking when my father interrupted him.
"Gentlemen and Ladies, I'm afraid I have to adjourn this meeting until some other time. I believe you've all met my daughter Alexa." My father said, standing up and introducing me which signaled the end of the meeting. As the rest stood to gather their stuffs, I turned to find Zika looking at me which was kind of creepy, his intensity was so much I thought he forgot something on my face.
"Zika!" my father said interrupting whatever it was we were doing and he got up, gathered his stuffs and left.
"What are you doing here Alexa?" My father asked angrily through cleanched teeth, I understood that his anger was because for the first time I have some concrete information and he didn't want that.
"Since when did coming to see you become such a bad thing?" I defended with a smirk on my face, I just felt like poking him. Obviously there was more to my father, the great Glava Klaus that I didn't know before now, but now I am interested in knowing and I knew where exactly to start from.
"Alexa, it's not like that, of course you can come see me anytime you want, you are my only daughter of course. I would prefer you give me some privacy each time you see I have visitors." His eyes softened and he spoke nicely.
"I'm sorry papa, I won't do it again." I apologized, feeling bad about my actions, I really couldn't tell how he does that, he always seemed capable of disarming me and changing my resolve.
"It's alright, what was it you wanted see me for?" he asked, looking at me in a rather suspicious way.
"I can't seem to remember any more," I said and left him there. Today was the best day of my life, hearing about a prophecy had stirred up inquisitive spirit and I was determined not to rest until I found out more.
I spent the rest of the day in the Klaus library, searching through every ancient text and sacred literatures that talked about lycanthrope or anything connected to werewolves. I searched the whole restricted section and found nothing and just as I was about to give up I came across a word I had heard earlier today.
….The Czàiya was the first of the lycan and established an order for humans and werewolf, his presence drives darkness and strife away.
I read that for a while and couldn't make anything out of it. I was angry and frustrated with my lack of progress and decided to just sleep and call it a day, skipping dinner.
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"You are late! You were supposed to be here long ago." I heard and turned to the sound of the voice and there, standing before me was the most handsome male I had ever seen, He had an intimidating height and an athletic build with dominance written all over him. His almond shaped eyes had a glint of curiosity and a fire of passion with his well trimmed medium stubble on his concrete jaw that added some mystery to him. He had a deep rich baritone voice with a hypnotizing effect that was pulling me to him. He moved with an indescribable grace that his dashing and daring persona made my heart leap out to him.
I couldn't speak, I just stared at him. "Are you dumb or something?" He said and I trembled at his voice coming back to reality.
"Hmm, I didn't quite get what you said, could you relocate.... I'm sorry, could you repeat yourself." I said unable to sound coherent. I am a confident and fearless lady, with the backing of my dad of course but I couldn't understand why my mind was failing me.
"You have tarried for too long, it's time for us to be reunited." He said walking towards me in with power and authority. Who the fuck does he think he is? I thought but felt myself longing for him, his voice, his touch. I raised my eyes to look into his face and became enchanted by his blue green eyes.
I kept looking into his eyes when he lowered his lips on mine and I felt my heart leap for joy. It was a breathtaking kiss that warmed my heart and my soul to him. This shouldn't be happening, my mind screamed at me and I pulled away from him with great strength. I looked at his pink lips, wishing I could take them in my mouth again but his lips curled first into a smile then a smirk. At once I felt cheap and raped, why should people be this handsome and so irresistible I thought.
"Stay calm little one, you are mine. Our story is written in the stars but it has so many twists and turns, you have been given a blank page for your chapter, what you write on it will determine if our paths with converge or diverge." He said in a honeyed mellifluent voice that had me eating his words but not hearing anything he had said. He turned to leave and I heard my mind screaming again, 'wake up you fool'.
"Excuse me sir, I'm confuse. Who are you? Why do I have to do any of these?" I said and covered my mouth with my hands. That was definitely not what I had wanted to say, but it didn't come out the way I planned.
"You have to do it because you are part of the prophecy." He said turning to face me again.
"Me? I am not part of any stupid prophecy." I said finally sounding confident but he simply smiled.
"You are my Qaddaray Jacayl and I am the Czàiya Nicholai Vlade, my spirit has reached its peak and I am to be reborn." He said and was gone in a flash and I woke up from sleep.
I was more confused and worried, this just added to the many strange dreams I had been having. I had more questions, for the third time I've heard the name Czàiya, what does it mean? I didn't know there was a prophecy until yesterday and it seem I am now part of it. Is any of this even real? I brought my hand to lips and I could still feel the residue of his lips on mine. Did he dreamwalk in to my dream? I had to tapped myself to stopped that line of thoughts. I was losing it and I knew it, I had more questions than answers and I was pretty certain that my father will not answer any even if I asked him.