Chapter 7 A Weird World
“I have…WHAT?”
Yeseus did not give any hint that he was teasing her. For a moment, she considered that maybe she was just hearing things.
"Uh-huh. A goddess," Yeseus said, emphasizing his words. "Is inside you."
Klishei clutched her heart, feeling nothing but her own heartbeat.
“Yeseus, you must be joking. I must be going crazy as well. No, I am still dreaming.” She plopped down to the bed and closed her eyes, still mumbling, “Yes. This is all a nightmare. I’ll just wake up later for school.”
Yeseus sighed. For the second time, he put his hand on her forehead. “You’re not going crazy. You’re just having a fever. And going back to school is the least of your problems. Worry more on how you are going to free yourself from the goddess that is sleeping inside you.”
When Klishei did not respond, pretending to be deaf, Yeseus put his fingers on her chin and twisted her head towards him. Klishei opened her eyes, she almost gasped when she saw that Yeseus had put his face so close to her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.
“Making you face your reality.” He let out a smirk. “Or did you enjoy our sex so much that your mind is not already working properly?”
Klishei slapped his fingers away. “Yeseus!”
“What?” He asked, playing the fool.
Klishei looked around and saw the open door. “What if someone hears you?”
Yeseus chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about that. We’re on the last floor. My friends’ rooms are all on the lower floors.”
He stood. “Well, since you’re not feeling well, I will have to tour you next time when you are feeling better. Just rest for now. You will be needing it.”
Klishei instinctively grabbed his shirt. ‘Don’t leave me yet,’ she wanted to say. Her dream of the wolves and her parents was still at the back of her mind. She felt like she would be visited by them again if she just went back to sleep. She needed to distract herself.
“We can do the tour now. I want to know more about this place and about me as well.”
Yeseus looked at her and saw the lingering fear in her eyes like she was begging not to leave her. He finally nodded.
The ‘hideout’ that Yeseus described was not like what she pictured.
It was a three-story structure with connected houses that were wide enough to accommodate numerous rooms crafted in medieval architecture. It looked like a mini-fortress with its stone walls and thick wooden doors.
The attached six houses circled around a garden where a young girl wearing a hat with a wide brim was sweeping stacks of weed. Her thick brown locks tumbled over her shoulder. When the girl heard their footsteps from above, she perked her head up, revealing a set of emerald eyes and long pointed ears.
Klishei was awestruck. “Is she…?” She turned to Yeseus for an answer.
“Yes,” he immediately answered as he put his hand up for a single wave. “She is an elf. Her name is Suneia.”
Suneia bowed at the mention of her name and waved back towards them. Klishei also waved and hurried after Yeseus who had already turned around a corner that led outside.
“Welcome to our sanctuary. This is the only place in the world where the last of us, Entities, could be found.”
They entered a courtyard that could be aptly described as ‘placed at the end of the world’. This is where the ‘hideout’ description made sense. They were positioned at the edge of a high cliff, a wall of rock on one side and a forest all around them.
“Entities?” She repeated. They walked around the courtyard, the horizon and outline of Efarlise directly in front of them.
“Yes, Entities. The ones who have co-mingled with humans ever since the world began. I think you call us mythical creatures in your books. The one that came to us last night was a fairy. His name is Angus.”
Great. An Alpha, a goddess, an elf, and now a fairy.
But was that the reason why their vehicle was able to fly?
They continued walking in the wide courtyard. Just when she thought she had already seen everything, she saw that they reached a different portion of the courtyard. There were rows of stones with small bouquets of flowers, some fresh, some wilted placed on top of them.
They entered a graveyard. Her heartbeat quickened a little, wondering on whose graves they were standing on.
“Before, humans and Entities lived together with no problem. However, no peace was meant to last forever. Every Entity started asserting dominance over the other kinds. Wars erupted, and you humans were caught in-between.”
As far as she could remember in her history, humanity was always described as selfish and that was the cause of all man-made disasters. But hearing Yeseus’ words, it looked like they had something in common.
“The council of the cosmos had to intervene. They separated us, erasing your memories of us. The battles among us continued, but at least you were no longer dragged in our mess. Every kind of Entity was slowly wiped out, until only the ones with brute strength and survival system remained.”
They both stopped walking and stood in front of a large tombstone that was at the very end. It was so old that moss covered it. The wild grass around it also suggested that it was never visited. “I’m guessing that it's you–the werewolves.”
Yeseus nodded. “Yes. As the only Entity that survived the Great Divide, we felt powerful and dominated the whole Earth. But because we monopolized everything, I started to take notice of things that we were not allowed to do. For example, taking advantage of humans, like this.”
He suddenly grabbed hold of Klishei’s chin, forcing her to look directly at him. Her scream stuck in her throat because as soon as she met his irises, she felt her body stiffen at his gaze.
The feeling was familiar–something that Daevar kept on doing to her back at school. Then, Yeseus let her go. The break in their eye contact made her remember her surroundings.
“What the hell?” She panted.
“That,” Yeseus started,”is the manipulating power of a werewolf. There are many more but I wouldn’t want to do all of it to you. The point is, my kind started abusing humans using these powers. It became so grave. I don’t want to tell you in detail but it made me sick as an Alpha. And the rest of the story, I think you are smart enough to figure it out for yourself.” He was now looking at the tombstone below him.
“So you massacred your own kind.” Klishei remembered Daevar’s words. “Even your mother and sister?”
Yeseus did not answer immediately like he was taking his time. “All the females were my first targets. Only a werewolf can give birth to another werewolf. We had a ceremony where all of the females were to be gathered. I snuck in and slaughtered them all. That was a hundred and fifty years ago.”