Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Side of the Moon ❯ The True Prophecy ( Chapter 7 )

Fayt woke up in a place that she didn't recognize. It was dark and gloomy in this house, but she was comfortable nonetheless. She was lying on a bed, and all of her wounds had been treated. Two voices were talking just outside of her room. Fayt listened intently as they talked.

 

“Why did you save her?” A deep one asked.

 

“I had to! I couldn't bear to fail her again!” The other answered.

 

Were they talking about her? What did they mean, `again'? It couldn't possibly be someone that she knew. All of the villagers had been killed. All of the wolves had been killed. Except her.

 

“She could kill us! She's a werewolf, if you didn't notice!” The first voice argued.

 

So they know, Fayt thought. Great. Just great.

 

“But I love her!” The other disagreed. At this, Fayt hid under the covers, trying not to listen. She had been taught that it was wrong to eavesdrop. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she continued to listen.

 

“Not so loud, Lancer! What if she heard you? How would you feel if someone that you didn't know just came out of the blue and declared their undying love for you?”

 

“I…. I don't know. But if we hadn't been watching, she would be dead right now! And I can't let that happen! Sooner or later, she will remember me! She needs to know that she is not alone! She needs to know that there is another that wishes that Ian boy dead! She needs to know everything!” The voice screamed, even louder. There was a growl, and then a clink of claw on sword, as they began to fight.

 

Fayt got up and then walked out of her room in the direction of the voices. She reached them after venturing through a few rooms. What she saw shocked her. An enormous dragon was fighting a boy with pale skin and black hair. He looked to be about her age. He held up his hand to the dragon, signaling for it to stop. It did so, but somewhat reluctantly. He turned around to face Fayt. “You're awake.” He said shortly. “Did you hear us?” His deep crimson eyes bored into hers, searching for an answer.

 

“No.” Fayt lied. He just kept staring into her eyes, as if transfixed by an unknown force.

 

“You're lying.” He said finally.

 

“Huh?”

 

“You're lying. I found the truth, though. You heard it all, didn't you?” He knew. But how? “Your eyes betray your mouth. They show what is not said.”

 

“Yes. I heard it. I am very sorry. I know that it is not my place to listen to you.” Fayt said regretfully.

 

“It doesn't matter, really. It saves me a lot of explaining. You, on the other hand, have much explaining to do. Tell me of your past. And do not lie. For I shall seek the truth.” Fayt told him how she had been bitten, but he interrupted when she got to the part when Shiro's fur changed black.

 

“Fayt, do you understand what it meant when his fur changed?”

 

“No. I don't have a clue. Will you tell me?”

 

“It means that there was nothing you could do. The memory that Shiro showed you was of right after Shelomith had used the spell. The white fur symbolized Shiro's temporary immortality until the day that the prophecy was fulfilled. Shelomith had completed the prophecy, so Shiro's fur changed to the color of death. But Shiro didn't tell anyone this. He told no one of the complete prophecy, either. Shiro knew that he would die and that there was no way to change it. But he tried to fight nonetheless. He had lost his whole pack before and he didn't want it to happen again. It was too painful for him.”

 

“Then why-” Fayt began before the boy cut her off.

 

“Why did he fight when he knew he couldn't win? He wanted to protect you.”

 

“But why would he want to protect me? The prophecy never said anything about me.” Fayt said.

 

“You're forgetting that he didn't tell you the whole prophecy. The rest of it was that there was one child that could save the whole world. Not just save the wolves from Shelomith the Destroyer, but also save the world from the wolves. If not for Shelomith, the whole world would have eventually been turned into werewolves. The wolves would have been in packs, and the packs would have fought for power. In a way, Shelomith saved the human world. But your world-the world of the wolves-remained scarred, and because of Shelomith, was completely wiped out. Your family took away Shelomith's family, and he in turn, took away yours. Like a blood feud, your families' conflicts shall never be resolved.” The story was all coming together now.

 

“So Shelomith…didn't lie? It was all true? What he said about his family was true?” Fayt asked.

 

“Yes. Every word of it was true. And he now thinks that you are dead. He thinks that the whole pack is dead, and none who were connected to Shiro remain in this world. This is to our advantage. While only one werewolf remains, I have ties with Shiro. I can speak the language of the wolves, so if we can find any in distant lands, we can convince them to help us in our quest to kill Shelomith. To kill Ian. Both need to die. They can no longer be allowed to live.”

 

“Um, I have a question. When I heard you earlier, you said that you loved me. And I'm sure that I haven't ever seen you before. So how do you know me?”

 

Lancer looked away from her for the first time. He turned to the dragon, and began fighting it again. Fayt watched them fight for a few minutes. The dragon was beautiful. Its golden scales shone in the morning light, and its green eyes peered over at her before the dragon spoke. “Lancer, it is impolite to leave a lady waiting for an answer. Reply to her question. She has a right to know.”