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Part Ten! And the Climax of the Story! :D In about two more chapters, the story will all be over! Pretty sad it's ending so soon, isn't it? T.T
Well, I'm sure you will all enjoy how part ten turns out. It's gonna be a good improbable plot point.
Enjoy, Weres, furs, and therians!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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How proud she stands, tall and without any cane to balance herself, dressed in transcendental robes of ivory white. I cannot see what her eyes are like, but her mouth is stretched from ear to ear, almost in an amused grin. Does she see this as funny?
The pack gathers behind Balun, Acton included. Ready to attack at any time, they snarl and growl at the intruder. Our alpha has to but raise a finger, and this old woman will be torn to shreds. Yet I stay behind, and I remember. Did she come back for the Seal of Solomon that I’ve littered on the ground? Or has she come for a much more devious purpose?
Balun, however, doesn’t order them to attack. Instead he steps up herself. “So you finally decided to come and do the dirty deed yourself. I was wondering when you’d realize sending hunter after hunter was pointless.”
“And they have seemed to have found a place in your pack.” She looked down at the gray wolf female with a white underbelly and a red wolf with white socks over his paws. “Isn’t that right, Kim and Derek? And you, that silver-black wolf? Is your life as a soulless animal suiting well, Alex?”
The wolves names she mentioned step back, whining in confusion. What did she just call them? It’s almost as if they had just been stabbed with a knife. She scoffs. “They were all amateurs, anyway. Nothing but the dogs they are now. When you want something done right, you’ve got to just do it yourself.”
Balun growls. “Those names mean nothing to them now. They are Lykaios, Adolph and Farkas.”
“Only because you reprogrammed their memories.” Mrs. Geldson cackled. How she’s changed in front of me now!
“I don’t understand you, Aunt Clarence. I took what I needed from you to accomplish what I wanted to do with myself. All I ever wanted was to live and be free of my life as a human. How can you betray our understanding with one another?”
“Because your desires is a carnal and earthly one, subject to the temptations of Belial himself! Besides, the real traitor is right behind you.” She pointed an accusing at me. Me? “Sylvia! You made a terrible mistake of trusting me.”
My ears perk up. “What are you talking about, Mrs. Geldson?”
“I’m saying that the Seal of Solomon did far more than just repress that curse of yours, which I knew you would eventually submit yourself to. It allowed me to track your every movement and what you were doing.”
Balun looks at me in surprise, eyes glaring red. “That Seal of Solomon was from her?”
I flatten my ears, whimpering. “She…said she could save Acton and me…”
“And you believed her?!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Sylvia.” Her tone softens to a coaxing baby voice, as if talking to a dog. “You’ve been such a good girl that I will save you and your love; that is, your souls! Now that I’ve found where your hideout is, I’ll be taking back the spells from the Lemegeton you’ve stolen from me, forsaken nephew, and increase my plans by thirty fold! All of you shall die by midnight, and return to hell from whence you all came!”
“Soulless witch!” Balun snarls, waving his handpaws in a circle motion, a seal spinning in the center out of thin air. The air seems to grow hot in his paws, and then suddenly a ball of fire ignited between them! He hurls the fire ball at Mrs. Geldson. With a wave of her hand, however, an enormous seal appears, decorated with runes and stars, and the fire ball deflects right back at Balun, searing a large hole in his chest. How did she do that? I thought her magic was useless against him!
“Little fool! I’ve learned a few tricks since you last left me! I’ve found a way to counter your spells, even with your arcane counter spells!” She steps forward, the seal still glowing in the night. “Now, to business.”
“Brother!” Acton cries in shock. Balun crumpled to the floor, and the pack attacks. “Death to my brother’s attacker!”
It’s useless, of course. Every attack the pack lays on her they are bounced back by that seal of hers. Calmly, she walks up the mountain into the cave. Still the pack persists on trying to harm her. She couldn’t keep this defense up forever, could she? I doubt it. Maybe she can be reasoned with.
While Acton tends to Balun, I step up in front of Mrs. Geldson, standing between her and the spells lying in a corner of the cave. “Please, Mrs. Geldson! Don’t do this! There has to be another way!”
Mrs. Geldson scoffs. “There is no other way! Out of my way, she-wolf! Begone while you still have a chance for redemption.”
“What are you so afraid of? Have you any idea of what this is like?”
She ignored me and kept walking. I move to stop her, but I bounce off of her, landing against a rock wall. Yelping and tending to my shoulder, she picks up the spells then turns to me. “You can tell it to St. Peter at Judgment.” Then the seal changed to a triad of triangles. Almost looks like something out a game I can’t remember. And in a flash of light, she disappears.
What follows is a time of mourning. Our pack leader was lost to us, burnt by his so called human relative. The pack howls for him for at least an hour, and then the pack begins to separate. Some of them decide to flee north, to ensure their own survival. Others stay behind and chase for where she lives, to seek vengeance against their pack leader’s murderer. And still others suddenly ask what they’re doing, confused and disoriented, and go back to the homes from where they came from, hoping to find love and forgiveness with their human parents.
Only three stay with us, Acton and I, acknowledging us as the new pack leaders: Lykaios, Adolph, and Farkas. The three hunters who had been sent to kill Balun and the pack. They kneel before us, exposing throat and belly in submission. They are ours to command, obviously more brainwashed than even Acton. They must’ve been hard to control for even Balun.
Acton is too lost in the loss of Balun, his wolf-brother, to acknowledge their new loyalties. “How could she do this? Why does she hate us so much?”
I kneel next to him, stroking Balun’s head. His body had already grown so cold. “I’m sorry, Acton. This is all my fault.”
Lykaios nosed me from behind. “No, it’s not, Beta. It’s all right.”
“Please, call me Sylvia, Lykaios.” I stroke Lykaios’s head, who hunches on her hand and footpaws, tail wagging slowly. I make sure it’s clear with Farkas and Adolph. Acton also tells him to call him by his name and not Alpha.
“Yes, Sylvia and Acton,” they bark boldly.
I turn to Acton, nuzzling his ear. “What’re we going to do now, love?”
Acton turns to me, his expression showing mixed feelings. He has every right to be angry at me, to hate me, even. But he hangs his head down to the ground. “I’m not sure. I feel lost without Balun.”
Guess it’s up to me, then, to make the decision. “Well, I’ll tell what we’re not going to do. We are not gonna let Mrs. Geldson use that purification seal to destroy the pack! I don’t wanna die, and I don’t think anyone else wants to die.”
He eyes me as if I had just gone mad. “She’s too powerful, Sylvia! Nothing we have can stand up to her!”
“There has to be something we can do, though!” I plead to him.
“There is.”
What was that? Something echoed in our mind. I swear it came from behind. We turn around and we see Balun standing—no, floating—on the ground in human form. You could see the forest from behind him, as if he were intangible.
“Brother? Is it you?” Acton reaches to touch him, but his hand goes right through him.
“What you’re seeing of me now is my soul. I have died, my brother, and very soon, an incubus will come for me. I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t stay for long.” Balun looks at me. “Sylvia, only you have the potential to stop my aunt from destroying the pack. You have the inner gift for using it.”
I put a handpaw against my chest. “Me? But what can I do?”
“I will give you the knowledge I have learned from Aunt Geldson of Glamour and the other forms of white magic she’s adept to. It can give you a possible solution on what you can do to stop her.”
With an extent of his hand, my mind is flooded with numbers, incantations and seals of various kinds. All of it seemed a bit much to take in, but then quickly I understand it. I even was given an understanding of the Seal of Purification along the way. Oh, the knowledge!
“Now you know as much as I know in the ways of magic, but you might be able to come up with a solution to beating her at her own game.”
Acton stood up and barked. “Balun, there’s something I have to understand. Something I’ve wanted to know for a long time. Why did you do it in the first place? Why did you steal from her?”
“I was tired of humanity. Humanity is the worst atrocity and disease on this planet, destroying more forests, more ecosystems and animals than any other species on the planet. They call it progress, when it’s all nothing but justifying their own self-destruction. I was so ashamed to be associated with them, but I endured it because I had no choice. But then, I saw Aunt Geldson and her gifts of magic, and I found a possible way out. So I took the opportunity and stole the pages from the lemegeton and freed myself from the burden of caring for mankind forever!”
“But at the cost of your soul, Balun!” I exclaim. “How could you do this to yourself?”
“It was a risk I was willing to take. But you shouldn’t worry about me. No one in the pack is damned but myself!” He looks over his shoulder, and then says. “I must go. The Incubus has come to find me. I must flee and find a way to save myself. You must hurry, Silvia! Your father is in great danger!”
“My father? What about my father?! Balun!” But as I shout out to him in the distance, he fades into the sky and disappears. I think to myself for a moment and wonder what he’s talking about. Then it clicks. “Mrs. Geldson has him! Oh, no!”
“Sylvia?”
I jerk on his shoulder. “We have to go to her house! She’s got my father!”
Adolph whimpered. “To that witch’s lair? It must be a trap!”
“Adolph’s right, Sylvia,” Acton said. “Going to her home is suicide. You’d only get yourself killed.”
“We should flee with the others.” Farkas suggested. “It’s not safe here. If we make it far enough, maybe we can be safe.”
“No, we’re not running.” I cross my arms, thinking for a moment of that purification seal I learned from Balun. Some kind of flaw has to be in it. But what? Then my eyes brighten with an epiphany. I turn to the pack and then say with a grin, “I have a plan!”
Well, I'm sure you will all enjoy how part ten turns out. It's gonna be a good improbable plot point.
Enjoy, Weres, furs, and therians!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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How proud she stands, tall and without any cane to balance herself, dressed in transcendental robes of ivory white. I cannot see what her eyes are like, but her mouth is stretched from ear to ear, almost in an amused grin. Does she see this as funny?
The pack gathers behind Balun, Acton included. Ready to attack at any time, they snarl and growl at the intruder. Our alpha has to but raise a finger, and this old woman will be torn to shreds. Yet I stay behind, and I remember. Did she come back for the Seal of Solomon that I’ve littered on the ground? Or has she come for a much more devious purpose?
Balun, however, doesn’t order them to attack. Instead he steps up herself. “So you finally decided to come and do the dirty deed yourself. I was wondering when you’d realize sending hunter after hunter was pointless.”
“And they have seemed to have found a place in your pack.” She looked down at the gray wolf female with a white underbelly and a red wolf with white socks over his paws. “Isn’t that right, Kim and Derek? And you, that silver-black wolf? Is your life as a soulless animal suiting well, Alex?”
The wolves names she mentioned step back, whining in confusion. What did she just call them? It’s almost as if they had just been stabbed with a knife. She scoffs. “They were all amateurs, anyway. Nothing but the dogs they are now. When you want something done right, you’ve got to just do it yourself.”
Balun growls. “Those names mean nothing to them now. They are Lykaios, Adolph and Farkas.”
“Only because you reprogrammed their memories.” Mrs. Geldson cackled. How she’s changed in front of me now!
“I don’t understand you, Aunt Clarence. I took what I needed from you to accomplish what I wanted to do with myself. All I ever wanted was to live and be free of my life as a human. How can you betray our understanding with one another?”
“Because your desires is a carnal and earthly one, subject to the temptations of Belial himself! Besides, the real traitor is right behind you.” She pointed an accusing at me. Me? “Sylvia! You made a terrible mistake of trusting me.”
My ears perk up. “What are you talking about, Mrs. Geldson?”
“I’m saying that the Seal of Solomon did far more than just repress that curse of yours, which I knew you would eventually submit yourself to. It allowed me to track your every movement and what you were doing.”
Balun looks at me in surprise, eyes glaring red. “That Seal of Solomon was from her?”
I flatten my ears, whimpering. “She…said she could save Acton and me…”
“And you believed her?!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Sylvia.” Her tone softens to a coaxing baby voice, as if talking to a dog. “You’ve been such a good girl that I will save you and your love; that is, your souls! Now that I’ve found where your hideout is, I’ll be taking back the spells from the Lemegeton you’ve stolen from me, forsaken nephew, and increase my plans by thirty fold! All of you shall die by midnight, and return to hell from whence you all came!”
“Soulless witch!” Balun snarls, waving his handpaws in a circle motion, a seal spinning in the center out of thin air. The air seems to grow hot in his paws, and then suddenly a ball of fire ignited between them! He hurls the fire ball at Mrs. Geldson. With a wave of her hand, however, an enormous seal appears, decorated with runes and stars, and the fire ball deflects right back at Balun, searing a large hole in his chest. How did she do that? I thought her magic was useless against him!
“Little fool! I’ve learned a few tricks since you last left me! I’ve found a way to counter your spells, even with your arcane counter spells!” She steps forward, the seal still glowing in the night. “Now, to business.”
“Brother!” Acton cries in shock. Balun crumpled to the floor, and the pack attacks. “Death to my brother’s attacker!”
It’s useless, of course. Every attack the pack lays on her they are bounced back by that seal of hers. Calmly, she walks up the mountain into the cave. Still the pack persists on trying to harm her. She couldn’t keep this defense up forever, could she? I doubt it. Maybe she can be reasoned with.
While Acton tends to Balun, I step up in front of Mrs. Geldson, standing between her and the spells lying in a corner of the cave. “Please, Mrs. Geldson! Don’t do this! There has to be another way!”
Mrs. Geldson scoffs. “There is no other way! Out of my way, she-wolf! Begone while you still have a chance for redemption.”
“What are you so afraid of? Have you any idea of what this is like?”
She ignored me and kept walking. I move to stop her, but I bounce off of her, landing against a rock wall. Yelping and tending to my shoulder, she picks up the spells then turns to me. “You can tell it to St. Peter at Judgment.” Then the seal changed to a triad of triangles. Almost looks like something out a game I can’t remember. And in a flash of light, she disappears.
What follows is a time of mourning. Our pack leader was lost to us, burnt by his so called human relative. The pack howls for him for at least an hour, and then the pack begins to separate. Some of them decide to flee north, to ensure their own survival. Others stay behind and chase for where she lives, to seek vengeance against their pack leader’s murderer. And still others suddenly ask what they’re doing, confused and disoriented, and go back to the homes from where they came from, hoping to find love and forgiveness with their human parents.
Only three stay with us, Acton and I, acknowledging us as the new pack leaders: Lykaios, Adolph, and Farkas. The three hunters who had been sent to kill Balun and the pack. They kneel before us, exposing throat and belly in submission. They are ours to command, obviously more brainwashed than even Acton. They must’ve been hard to control for even Balun.
Acton is too lost in the loss of Balun, his wolf-brother, to acknowledge their new loyalties. “How could she do this? Why does she hate us so much?”
I kneel next to him, stroking Balun’s head. His body had already grown so cold. “I’m sorry, Acton. This is all my fault.”
Lykaios nosed me from behind. “No, it’s not, Beta. It’s all right.”
“Please, call me Sylvia, Lykaios.” I stroke Lykaios’s head, who hunches on her hand and footpaws, tail wagging slowly. I make sure it’s clear with Farkas and Adolph. Acton also tells him to call him by his name and not Alpha.
“Yes, Sylvia and Acton,” they bark boldly.
I turn to Acton, nuzzling his ear. “What’re we going to do now, love?”
Acton turns to me, his expression showing mixed feelings. He has every right to be angry at me, to hate me, even. But he hangs his head down to the ground. “I’m not sure. I feel lost without Balun.”
Guess it’s up to me, then, to make the decision. “Well, I’ll tell what we’re not going to do. We are not gonna let Mrs. Geldson use that purification seal to destroy the pack! I don’t wanna die, and I don’t think anyone else wants to die.”
He eyes me as if I had just gone mad. “She’s too powerful, Sylvia! Nothing we have can stand up to her!”
“There has to be something we can do, though!” I plead to him.
“There is.”
What was that? Something echoed in our mind. I swear it came from behind. We turn around and we see Balun standing—no, floating—on the ground in human form. You could see the forest from behind him, as if he were intangible.
“Brother? Is it you?” Acton reaches to touch him, but his hand goes right through him.
“What you’re seeing of me now is my soul. I have died, my brother, and very soon, an incubus will come for me. I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t stay for long.” Balun looks at me. “Sylvia, only you have the potential to stop my aunt from destroying the pack. You have the inner gift for using it.”
I put a handpaw against my chest. “Me? But what can I do?”
“I will give you the knowledge I have learned from Aunt Geldson of Glamour and the other forms of white magic she’s adept to. It can give you a possible solution on what you can do to stop her.”
With an extent of his hand, my mind is flooded with numbers, incantations and seals of various kinds. All of it seemed a bit much to take in, but then quickly I understand it. I even was given an understanding of the Seal of Purification along the way. Oh, the knowledge!
“Now you know as much as I know in the ways of magic, but you might be able to come up with a solution to beating her at her own game.”
Acton stood up and barked. “Balun, there’s something I have to understand. Something I’ve wanted to know for a long time. Why did you do it in the first place? Why did you steal from her?”
“I was tired of humanity. Humanity is the worst atrocity and disease on this planet, destroying more forests, more ecosystems and animals than any other species on the planet. They call it progress, when it’s all nothing but justifying their own self-destruction. I was so ashamed to be associated with them, but I endured it because I had no choice. But then, I saw Aunt Geldson and her gifts of magic, and I found a possible way out. So I took the opportunity and stole the pages from the lemegeton and freed myself from the burden of caring for mankind forever!”
“But at the cost of your soul, Balun!” I exclaim. “How could you do this to yourself?”
“It was a risk I was willing to take. But you shouldn’t worry about me. No one in the pack is damned but myself!” He looks over his shoulder, and then says. “I must go. The Incubus has come to find me. I must flee and find a way to save myself. You must hurry, Silvia! Your father is in great danger!”
“My father? What about my father?! Balun!” But as I shout out to him in the distance, he fades into the sky and disappears. I think to myself for a moment and wonder what he’s talking about. Then it clicks. “Mrs. Geldson has him! Oh, no!”
“Sylvia?”
I jerk on his shoulder. “We have to go to her house! She’s got my father!”
Adolph whimpered. “To that witch’s lair? It must be a trap!”
“Adolph’s right, Sylvia,” Acton said. “Going to her home is suicide. You’d only get yourself killed.”
“We should flee with the others.” Farkas suggested. “It’s not safe here. If we make it far enough, maybe we can be safe.”
“No, we’re not running.” I cross my arms, thinking for a moment of that purification seal I learned from Balun. Some kind of flaw has to be in it. But what? Then my eyes brighten with an epiphany. I turn to the pack and then say with a grin, “I have a plan!”
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Poor Balmun. He didn't deserve such a fate. As for the Aunt, she is being far too evil now. Even if she is using white magic, it's obvious that she's using it with malice, which is the exact same as using black magic in my book. There can only be a few justifications for when one feels malice at someone else, on of which is murder. I do hope that Balmun's soul can be saved though. He doesn't deserve to suffer such a horrible fate when all he wanted was to be free of evil. And Mrs. Geldenson, how could she use Sylvia in such a way? I say she deserves punishment for what she has done. She has chosen a very dark path indeed. Instead of forgiving Balmun and agreeing to let him keep his form, she instead tried to kill him and destroy all the others. Though she was somewhat justified since Balmun rewrote so many of the others' memories. I still don't think that's an excuse for murder in cold blood. I fear that she too will meet a terrible fate for her actions. I pity her.
FRICKIN DAHLIA WANNABE...at least with gaining her own powers...wait, that was what Dahlia wanted the whole time..........FRICKIN DAHLIA WANNABE :p
I'm hyped up now to see how Sylvia and Acton fare against crazy Ms Gledson now. Make chapter 11 NOW, I command You!!!
...wait, you make the commands...>_>
I'm hyped up now to see how Sylvia and Acton fare against crazy Ms Gledson now. Make chapter 11 NOW, I command You!!!
...wait, you make the commands...>_>
Hehehe, the only difference between Dahlia and this woman is that this woman has a bit more power and can actually whip your ass in a flash.
Btw, I got an idea for that collaboration I was talking about. What if it were something continuing after the events of the story here? Where you and I go out to Vermont for camping or something but then our plans change when we see werewolves and start to find the pack. Just throwing the idea out there.
Btw, I got an idea for that collaboration I was talking about. What if it were something continuing after the events of the story here? Where you and I go out to Vermont for camping or something but then our plans change when we see werewolves and start to find the pack. Just throwing the idea out there.
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