Lycandra's Pov:
I paced frantically in the dimly lit dungeon. It's been three days since I last saw anything outside the four walls. I haven't lost my mind... Yet.
There was only two sources of lighting in the dungeon of arts. One was a small fire torch hanging on the connecting wall outside the large iron bars of the prison and then up up above was a tiny hole that allowed rays of sunshine and moonlight.
It was daytime right now.
The dungeon of arts wasn't what I was expecting, it was mystic alright with all the colorful images on the rough walls but it was not as scary as the rumors made it seem. In a weird way, the paintings and voice were the only reasons I didn't feel alone and somehow I had found solage, like I was meant to be in here.
Maybe it was my mind already playing tricks on me but the dungeon of arts for all it's roughness had this air of perfection. It was a message to me literally, nothing had to be physically appealing before it was deemed perfect. Imperfection was simply an illusion and perfection is reality.
But I was scared. Four days till the silver moon appeared. I might never see Nathanael again.
"Why does he want me to meet with Prince Deucalion? It doesn't make sense." I said out loud, prancing around.
"Wrong question." Someone said.
My head snapped around to where the voice had come from. Squinting a little, I made out a feminine shape and blonde hair.
"What do you want, Lexandrea?"
"Just ensuring you don't die of starvation before the silver moon appears." As she spoke her red lipstick glowed on her lips.
Gripping the iron bars and poking my head between two iron rods, I spat into the silver tray.
"I rather die than be alive to witness what is to come."
Lexa laughed, "You're so pathetic all I feel is pity for you. How you desperately hold unto the old legend always makes me laugh, when will you grow up, Lycandra? Leonard is thirteen but he is way more matured than you, these werewolves are a treacherous race and they deserve to be exterminated from Kosmos. Well I'm not surprised, you always speak like the late bloomer that you are. Unless there's something else, but oh, it can't be..." She paused, looking at me skeptically.
Lexa reached her fingers through the iron rods and touched my chin tenderly.
"Unless... Little Lycandra is in love with a certain Ash Brown Werewolf." She said, slurring her words.
My heart seized beating for three seconds.
She knows about Nathanael.
I jerked away from her hypnotizing gaze.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
She crouched low and dropped the tray, standing back to her full height, she backed up from the dungeon.
"Hmph! Sure you don't! I'll make sure to let him know you love him because in a few days he'd not even exist, and if you want I could kiss him goodbye too." She smiled shrewdi and began to walk away.
My body was shaking and my heart was beating in my ears.
The gravity of reality was hitting me again.
I rushed back and gripped the ice cold iron bars. "Lexa! Wait!"
She paused but didn't come or turn back.
"You're right! I'm in love with a certain werewolf. And I can't bare to loose him, do me a favour because I know I have met my end in this dungeon and might not last till the silver moon but please, oh please, save him alive for my sake, please Lexa, take it as my dying wish." My eyes glowed with tears.
"You're forgetting something, Cousin. We are foes not friends. The best I can do is pass across your regards while I claw him to death." Lexa replied and walked away.
She wasn't messing around. Lexa was a dangerous woman of her words.
I stared down at my weak, starved self, ungracefully thin in the loose white prison apparel that protocol dimmed I rocked. It reached my ankle, it was plain and unsophisticated with straps for hands. My sole was cracked from being bare for days. Thankful to my lycan genes, I didn't feel cold unless I would have probably died of frozen brain cells due to the cold nights.
I had never felt more helpless, my greatest fear was gradually becoming manifest. I was going to loose my best friend and his entire clan due to the broken mindset my own clan possessed.
I sank unto the cold cemented ground and screamed.
The dungeon walls absorbed my shout and the echoes rose and rose till it seemed to dissipate into the atmosphere through the tiny hole above.
I heard a loud rumble. At first I thought it was my starved belly betraying me but the sound was stronger and defiant.
A droplet of water landed on my cheek.
It was about to rain.
Slowly, slowly, the velocity of the down pour increased. The portion of the sky that was visible to me became darkened in heavy resemblance to how I felt inside. I watched the clouds rolling against each other as I heard the wind screaming outside the walls and it was like the heavens had broken loose.
Closing my eyes, I imagined euphoria. A utopian world, where chaos only existed in people's minds, where peace and harmony reigned, and most importantly, a world where Lycans and Werewolves happily lived side by side.
In minutes, my body was drenched and soaked but I could careless.
The water was rising rapidly in the dungeon. In a weird way, it felt more like the water filling the dungeon wasn't coming from the opening up above but out of the ground and walls.
I felt my body, mind and soul giving way and soon I was sinking into an oblivion as my upper body collapsed into the rising pool of water.
The gentle pitter patter of the rain on the pool of water was the most warm and nostalgic sound ever, perfect for a goodnight's sleep or better still a sleep of no return.
Suddenly, a dark thought crept into my euphoric mind and obliterated everything.
What if Nathanael made it past the Silver Moon and I didn't?
Sure Lexa was a dangerous woman of her word but she wasn't heartless.
I was going to survive the dungeon of arts and live to see the day the moon turns black. It was a promise. My promise to Kosmos.
My eyes bursted open and sharp silver greeted my ready sight. My claws had protruded unconsciously. That's when I realized how far above the ground I was... The pool of water had risen about eight feet.
In the darkness, I saw the walls come alive.
The drawings on the wall began to take a life of their own, glowing warmly under the water and painting out a sequence of events that I couldn't understand.
That's when I saw her.
The magnificent blur of dazzling red hair and dainty graceful arms stretched out to me like a siren call.
"Mom?"
I dove into the water, not of my own accord because it felt like I was compelled too.
She vanished before I could get to her.
I started to hear voices. Inaudible and distorted cries. I frantically placed my clawed hands to my ears to block out the disturbing sounds.
My vision danced through all the overwhelming pictures and I noticed a sequence of letters that glowed golden, engraved on the floor where I had previously stood that spelt out;
D A C I A N A.
A heavy wind whistled out of nowhere that seemed to sweep the waters into the walls.
In split seconds, my body crashed to the ground. I looked at the sky through the tiny hole, the sky was bright and almost transparent like a linen.
It was then that it dawned on me.
I had been in a vision.
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