THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma inhaled deeply, then let out a gush of hot air from her flaring nostrils, trying to calm her angry self down so that she wouldn’t raise her voice at the queen. The latter was a queen right? She shouldn’t be shouted at right? Emma mused, gritting her teeth, her fists tightening of their own accord. Her anger stemmed from the fact that the queen had known why she had wanted to see Derek, knew that he was in trouble; for fudge’s sake, he had already been possessed!, and she hadn’t told her, worse, she had tried to stop her. What was wrong with all these women thinking that they could control her, without bothering to let her in on some important information she should know. She shut her eyes again, as she felt that energy from before during the meeting, running smoothly all over her body system, smoothly but it seemed to be boiling, so hot that she wanted it out, she felt like exploding.

“Emma…calm down…” She heard Prescott’s voice in her head, and grunted.

Had he been aware? She would have his hide if he had been aware.

“I wasn’t. I’m just hearing it for the first time. But the queen…” Prescott was saying but Emma refused to have none of his later words, knowing what next that was to come. She didn’t want to hear him defend the queen. She was tired of hearing excuses.

“I don’t need to hear about her reasons.” She stated loudly, so that Zipfarah could hear too.

Zipfarah sighed, tired but relieved. At least, the girl had managed to control her temper, and hadn’t blown anything in the room away. She had been expecting that, or worse.

“I’m sorry, my dear.” She said, hoping that will appease Emma the more.

“Tell me about the necklace.” Emma said rather, not finding it necessary to release the avalanche of thoughts and conclusions she had about the queen and the situation.

It wasn’t necessary. She thought to herself, considering the latter’s health, knowing that her words wouldn’t be healthy to her. The queen was still recovering.

A short smile, nescient to Zipfarah, sprung on her full lips, as she deducted the fact that Emma had held a tight rein on her anger, and had not become slave to them. The datum that she hadn’t exploded with energy and power was surprising, but this-the fact that she wasn’t even saying anything or swearing was unusual.

She was growing. Zipfarah thought happily. It seems Damon wouldn’t do much, coaching her.

Yes, she had already told the latter about it, and he had consented. When Emma would be back to the witches’ community(she was so sure of this), she would need a trainer, whether she was the chosen one or not. Her powers needed to be talked about, but now wasn’t the right time.

This minute was time for the necklace.

“During the ancient time, the Alaferic species caused a lot of havoc after breaking the treaty that had worked to curtail them from feeding on humans and supernaturals alike. They were called demons too, for their stubborn, ugly and prideful nature- and there was the fact that they could possess someone at will. So, when they had attacked and killed the daughter of a very powerful witch, the powerful mage had gone into her cubicle, had made research upon research, vowing to find a way to exterminate the wicked beings forever. And her research had paid off. She had found out what killed and weakened the species, especially after she had captured one of them, a young one. She had done experiments, worked out spells on the young Alferic, until she had come up with the solution. And when she did, she had first killed the young Alferic, before telling the other witches about her invention, especially since the Alferic species raided their villages time after time. But the next time, they had been prepared. They had killed off the whole Alferic specie which had come to raid their community once again. So, because of this, the other remnants of the beast specie had run into hiding till this day. But still, necklaces like this one i’m holding in my hand had been made with the liquid charm, and distributed far and wide the community, even outside the community. And we didn’t/have not heard anything from those species until now. I believe Leonarya had found a way to get one to possess Derek.” Zipfarah concluded her tale.

“I’m sorry.” She added again, seeing the blank look on Emma’s face.

Emma shrugged. “It’s okay. Thanks for telling me the full story, or is there something else you are not telling me?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, hoping that the queen would never lie to her. Didn’t they all know that they were making it harder to trust them? A consequence that was not good in its own way, because it could birth harsher consequences in time of trouble.

“Well…yes…although, I don’t think it is necessary.” Zipfarah said.

“It is necessary to me. My ears are open to more information.” Emma mentioned, knowing that the squirrel was on the same page with her. He was also new to this piece of information. So why won’t he want more of it? Who knows? They might need it anytime in the future. No knowledge was a waste.

“Okay then. Well, while the powerful mage had been doing her research, she found out something; that some witches, special ones of a particular high order and breed, could muster up the liquid charm from within them. She had sought them out; infact one had actually helped her to complete the experiment.” Zipfarah stated.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“I see…” Emma muttered. “But how do you know all these? How do you know if these tales are not just bedtime stories passed down from generation to generation? And do such witches still exist?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“To your first question, yes-the stories are true. I know because the special witch who had aided the powerful mage to finish the experiment was my great grandmother. And yes, I believe some of those special witches still exist. I believe the powers flow down the lineage, inherited by their offsprings.” Zipfarah replied, smiling as she heard Emma and the squirrel gasp in awe and surprise.