Tomorrow. Halia was sitting on the bermudagrass at the back of their house. She noticed that her hands were wet because maybe she was sweating. She rubbed her hand on the bermudagrass and she was surprised when she noticed that the color of the bermudagrass had grown. It thickened even more and looked more beautiful.
"My sweat too? Has a power? " She whispered to herself. She slowly looked at her palm and was perplexed.
Her mind asking that was as well as her sweat is life-giving, meaning all the fluid in her body is capable of healing and growing plants.
She was in such a situation when she felt footsteps rustling in the grass. She turned in that direction and she saw Uzenio.
“Why are you looking at your hand?” He asked and immediately sat down next to her.
She looked at her hand again. "Didn't you notice?" She asked him.
"Notice for what?" Uzenio furrowed his forehead at her.
"The Bermuda grass turned dark green, didn't you notice?" She asked.
Uzenio looked at the bermudagrass behind them. "Wow?" He turned to her again. "What did you do?"
She looked at her palm again. “ I just wiped my sweat on the weeds, and then suddenly their color grew,” she explained.
Uzenio took her hand and then caressed it. he looked at her. “Your powers are coming out. Maybe next time, you will grow with wings," he commented.
She glared at him. "Only small fairies have wings. I'm not small. I'm an only half-normal fairy and half-human," she clarified.
Uzenio looked away. “That's how it is. If you are, butterfly. Brimo is a dog, you're good to each other— Ouch! "
Uzenio was shocked when she hit him on the arm. "Brimo is not a dog," she mumbled.
Uzenio smirked. "He still looks like a dog, he's just big— what the heck!" Uzenio was grabbed by his head when someone suddenly hit him and he even sank between his knees.
Halia looked behind Uzenio and she saw Brimo. "What do you say I'm a dog?" Brimo asked annoyed.
Uzenio raised his head and looked up at Brimo. "Cuz' you look like a dog," Uzenio justified and Brimo hit him again.
"I'm the prince of werewolves so you can't just call me a dog," Brimo defended and glared at Uzenio.
Halia smiled as her gaze followed Brimo who sat next to her. Uzenio and Brimo just put her in the middle.
"Prince of dogs," Uzenio muttered.
"If I were you, just thank Brimo because if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be sitting there today," she muttered to Uzenio. "Because he saved you."
Uzenio looked at her. "He didn't save me," Uzenio admitted. Halia's forehead furrowed. "How can he save me if he is the one who was abducted me?" Uzenio's resentful confession.
Halia's lips parted and she slowly looked at Brimo. Brimo averted his eyes.
"I took him, to remove his fear of me and not to tell my secret," Brimo admitted.
She was surprised by what she found out so she glared at Brimo and gently pinched his arm. “I thought the vampires had taken Uzenio. Then eventually I'll know, you kidnapped him"
Brimo closes his eyes tightly because of the force of her pinch on his arm. “I'm sorry, I have no choice. Instead of telling others that I'm a Werewolf, "Brimo said with a sigh.
Brimo had a point so she stopped pinching him. Brimo just rubbed the skin on his arm which was getting hot from her pinching.
Halia sighed and looked at Uzenio.
"Thank you," she said to Uzenio with a smile.
"Thank you for what?" Uzenio asked and frowned.
"Because I know you'll keep Brimo's secret," she replied.
Uzenio looked down and sighed breathlessly. “It's necessary because you love him. I don't want to see you cry because your dog was lost," Uzenio replied.
Halia giggled as she looked at Brimo and his eyes were warm looking at Uzenio.
"Do you know why vampires scare me?" Brimo was sarcastic to Uzenio.
Uzenio looked at Brimo. "What?"
"This," Brimo held out his palm in front of Halia and Uzenio.
Halia and Uzenio looked at his hand. Uzenio was gulped when Brimo's nails suddenly fell out but Halia was amazed.
"Wow!" Halia whispered.
“W-what wow? If he stabs you with that, you're dead!" Uzenio pointed nervously at Brimo's hand.
"Don't call him a dog, so he won't kill you," Halia scolded.
"That's not what I meant," Brimo replied. "Look into my eyes," he ordered them.
Uzenio and Halia looked into his eyes. Brimo's gold eye color replaces the blue hue.
"Look at my hands," Brimo ordered and Halia and Uzenio followed.
His hands smoked as if they were burning. Halia was amazed but soon his hands returned to normal. Brimo returned to being a normal person.
"What does that mean?" Halia asked him.
"That means the dog doesn't have such powers," Brimo said arrogantly and smiled at Uzenio.
Uzenio nodded and looked in front of them. "You're still a dog," Uzenio muttered and glared at Brimo.
Brimo changed the color of his eyes again and kissed Uzenio. Uzenio shouted and backed away.
"Brimo!" Uzenio screamed and pushed Halia to block Brimo. "I'm just kidding!"
Brimo stopped threatening Uzenio and Halia laughed. Since that day, the three of them have become accustomed to harassing Brimo with that nickname, Dogie. Uzenio is more inclined to call Brimo a dog.
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On the other hand, in the Territory of Vampires. Rothor Hidrith is currently standing and facing a large jail. Inside that prison were the people they had captured. And those people were already bloody and had bites on their necks.
"They could not bear the resurrection, dear king," said his vampire disciple.
“Find people who are talented and good at fighting. Do not take the weak, for we have nothing to gain." He immediately drank his drink, and then he gave the glass to his disciple.
"But dear king, what about the woman with the fairy blood?" Asked one of them. "She is holding the magical bow."
He wiped the blood from his mouth and then faced the other vampires. “She is on Noreo's side. She is hard to take because the prince of werewolves is always by her side. We could have gotten her if Torth hadn’t just been so aggressive, ” he said sternly.
“What shall we do, dear king? I'm sure the Werewolf forces will be even stronger against us. Especially since their prince is there," said a woman nervously.
"We can do nothing right now, but wait for the coming of the prophecy," he replied as if no solution had been thought of.
"But, when it must come, dear king?" She asked.
And because of the question of our disciple he remembered the soothsayers who lived in the remotest part of the forest. He already knew where he was asking.
He did not answer his disciple because he hurried away from them. In the most secluded forest, at the very corner of two large clifts, in the very dark part because of the size and thickness of the trees he went to the soothsayer.
"The king of vampires," whispered the soothsayers as he suddenly appeared.
He stared at the soothsayers. She was wearing a hoodie black cloak and facing her large pot.
"Adara," he whispered to her but she didn't turn around. He just stood behind her, and just kept her palms clasped as if in prayer.
"I know what you're up to, Vampire!" Whispered the soothsayer Adara.
Rothor remained hidden in his cloak. But looking at Adara.
"In that case, answer my questions, Adara," he commanded Adara.
"The creature mentioned in the prophecy has not yet been born," Adara replied and remained turned away from Rothor.
Rothor clenched his fist in boredom. “Then how long will I have to wait? The forces of the werewolves are getting stronger," he said irritably.
His cheek warmed with the anger he was feeling. He has been waiting a long time for the arrival of the creature set by the prophecy. The creature that will bring victory for vampires.
But a long time ago. Ten decades are over but until now he has remained restrained and waiting. He becomes a sequence of what Noreo says. He even wanted revenge for the loss of one of his sons, Thorton. Thorton with unique strength and power and he is the strongest of all vampires.
But whatever strength Thorton had, he was still able to be killed by the werewolf prince. The center of the werewolf lineage, Brimo Midlands.
"If you want the prophecy to come true, don't mess with the woman holding Damiaw's magical bow," Adara replied. Rothor's forehead furrowed.
"What do you mean?" He asked weakly and stared at Adara's back.
"The woman with the blood of the goddess will carry the baby mentioned in the prophecy," she replied.
“And who will be the father? Is my son a prince? "He asked.
"You're wrong," Adara replied and just remained calm.
“How come I made a mistake? Isn't the baby that the prophecy says will bring victory to the vampire's lineage?" He asked in astonishment and there was disgust in his heart.
He has a hard time guessing which of his vampire disciples will be the baby’s father.
"Then which vampire will be the father of the child of a woman with fairy blood?" He asked with hardness.
"None of your lineages will be the father of the daughter of a woman with fairy blood, Vampire," Adara blurted out and turned to face him.
In her presence, he saw her beautiful and fierce face. Her eyelashes are long, her eyes are plump, his nose is pointed but her lips are black.
"If not a vampire, what is he?" Rothor asked and was shocked to find out.
"Werewolf," Adara replied and raised her forehead to look at him seriously.
He was stunned by what Adara said. “Tell me the truth, Adara. If you don't want me to hurt you, I'll end you here. I know whose side you are on— ”
“You have become too violent a vampire. Remember, as long as I live, you have something to achieve. So don't lift me just to tell you everything," Adara said angrily.
She turned to Rothor and stepped slowly. “One of the laws of our soothsayers is not to tell lies. We will be punished by our father," Adara explained and then turned to face him.
She walked back to him again and he just followed her with his gaze. “So expect that everything I tell you is true. Because if I tell you a lie I will lose my power," she admitted.
“In that case. Tell me who will be the father of the baby set by the prophecy," he commanded Adara.
Adara nodded and approached him. She almost pressed her face to him and then whispered.
"The center of the werewolf lineage."