Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 129

Zenovia

“Callahan!” I cried out and tried to reach for him, but it was as if I could not move. I felt I was rooted to

my spot and could not take a step forward.

Some invisible barrier seemed to block my way ahead.

“Callahan!! Look at me!!” I cried again, and it was then that I realized that my voice was not reaching

him.

In fact, he was not even looking at me. He had his back turned to me and was staring into nothingness.

The skies above grew turbulent and the clear sky became angry as black clouds and swirls of winds

appeared out of nowhere.

The winds were roaring loudly as I saw the scene before me grow hazy. I tried to focus on Callahan,

but he seemed to watch the turbulence with a detached longing.

“Callahan!! Watch out!!” I cried and banged my hands on the invisible walls, but the attempt was futile.

I tried speaking to the voice, “What is going on? What is the meaning of all this?” but again was met

with silence.

Somehow, my voice wasn’t reaching the other side, but I could see and hear whatever was going on

the other side of the invisible wall pretty clearly.

I moved to the side to get a better view of what was going on.

The winds stopped roaring fiercely for a second and I saw the shadows of someone, a girl, looking at

him.

She had a pale face but was very beautiful. Her long hair cascaded down her back and the long black

dress she was wearing accentuated her figure

even more.

Callahan slowly reached for her face as tears were streaming down the face of the girl. There was

some distance between them and the girl was limping, her feet unsteady as she took one step after

another at him.

I saw the way her hands clutched her stomach and she let out a pained

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whimper.

“Cal…” she said weakly, and he immediately went towards her. He cradled her in his arms, scooping

her up in his embrace but his legs were shaking

too.

He could not carry the weight of both of them so he fell down on the ground, holding her in his arms.

“Shh, it is okay…” She said as she attempted to smile at him. Callahan was crying, tears streaming

down his face as he gingerly reached for her hand and cupped her face with the other.

“I…I am sorry” He said but the girl did not seem angry at him. He was sobbing pitifully and reached for

the wound on her stomach that was oozing out with blood.

Soon his clothes and hands became smeared with blood.

“All of this…this is my fault. You should not be paying the price for this” He said, and I saw the way his

voice cracked.

There was a raw pain in his voice and I was ashamed of the way a hot wave of jealousy coursed up my

spine.

I had no idea who the girl was or what was her relationship with Callahan but I noticed the way he was

caressing her, crying for her.

She seemed to be on the verge of death and based on his reaction; he seemed to care for the girl

dearly.

He pulled the young woman close when she took a raspy breath and pushed the hair plastered to her

forehead back, wiping the sweat off h face.

“Please, I need you. You cannot leave me.” He said between sobs.

The girl smiled at him or tried to.

“I will always be with you…” she said and then slowly raised her hand to touch his chest, right near his

heart.

“…in here…”

And I had been so focused on the two that I did not even see a figure a few feet away from them.

The figure was clad in a long, flowy robe, all black, and was hovering in

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the air as if looking down at them.

The figure made no attempt to help the wounded or appease the

distraught. It only stayed where it was, staring at the two beings down on the ground impassively.

I tried to get a good look at the figure, but the hood was lowered enough to hide the face. There was a

staff in the figure’s hand, a long one.

From what I could make of it, it appeared to be wooden, but I could not be sure. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The figure slowly began raising its hand, holding the staff. The hand was wearing long gloves, all black,

and the tip of the staff was pointed at the two beings down on the ground.

“Please, can you not see her pain? That was no fault of hers. Please, I beg you to save her.”

Callahan pleaded and, for the first time, I heard the raw hurt and desperation in his voice. He was

always standing tall and proud, and his voice would sound arrogant, but only now did he sound weak,

like someone who had already given up.

“I had warned you not to meddle in things that you have no business with. Yet, you kept doing it. The

result is in front of you.”

The voice said coldly.

Callahan growled, “She is not at fault for this. I was the culprit. So please spare her. Take my life

instead.”

The woman made no effort to console him.

“I cannot. You have already risked too much. I cannot bring her back, for it will disturb the balance of

nature. You have tipped the weighing scale to the wrong side. I can only try restoring some balance.”

Wiping the tears off his face, he asked, “How?”

“By helping her on the journey to the afterlife. Her soul is in pain. I can ease it a little.”

“NOOOO!!” He roared and began sobbing again. The pain was too much to bear for him.

He held the woman close and tried to speak, but he saw the way her eyelids were drooping and she

was starting to have difficulty breathing.

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“Please, Aisy, I cannot live without you?” Callahan cried, but the girl, Aisy, reached for his cheek and

caressed it.

“You are strong. You know that”

She said while adding, “But now I have to go. Let me, Cal.”

Callahan cried bitterly and kissed the back of her hand as he looked up at the hooded figure hovering

above them.

“Help her….in any way you can.”

The robed woman raised her staff and pointed at Aisy or her abdomen to be specific from where the

blood was oozing out.

She waved her staff into the air a few times and something strange began to happen.

Wisp like threads began to emerge out of Aisy’s body, rising up in the air. I watched in a daze as those

tendrils kept flowing up and toward the tip of -the staff.

They began traveling up in the air, rising from the tip of her foot to her head, glowing ethereally. They

drifted in the direction of the wand like . weightless clouds, joining each other until they formed a small

sphere.

The sphere was glowing in the same iridescent light and it slowly reached the tip of the wand as Aisy

went limp in Callahan’s hands.

I watched the scene with my mouth wide open as the scene before me disappeared. I had been

leaning on the invisible barrier, so when it disappeared, I fell down on the forest floor, face down.

“Wh-what did I just watch? Who was that girl? And…and the witch…the hooded figure, was it you?”

I asked, looking around aimlessly. I slowly got up from the ground as the voice answered me.

“That is the fate of those who try to help the Lycan King. It is still not too late, if you love your life, break

the anchor bond and leave him.”

She said and just like that the chilly air returned to normal and the dark gloomy fog surrounding me

cleared, letting the moonlight fall on the ground again.

Author’s note: This chapter is connected to a chapter that was written quite a while ago. Does anybody

remember which one it is?