Symbol of the Raven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Werewolves all need to transform during the moon. Keilah, from her past experience, is fiercely protective when her daughter, Lyasani, finds herself being tormented as her first change ever occurs. Yet despite all her fear and worry, Jiaah convinces her to run, she needs to run, she needs to change, and she finds herself being haunted by words of their ancestors.

  A rustle of bushes sounded in the hushed darkness of shadows upon shadows that were only vaguely lit by the moon’s fawn gaze. Feathers grazed gently against the brush of the surrounding forest as they lifted into the air, ready to take flight. A single caw was cried out as a raven soared into the sky, temporarily blocking parts of the moon from being seen as it flew swiftly across into the night.
“…from our ancestors’ beliefs. It was once said that ravens were among many symbols of bad luck…”
 
Crystal blue eyes stared back at Keilah through the thick layer of translucent glass. A flash of anger passed through them giving a second's warning to the sudden aggressive attack on the glass followed shortly by a muffled, hollow shriek. Keilah blinked at the rampant girl through the glass as if her actions were nothing to be frightened by; although the horrid screaming and violent actions would cause fright in any normal human.
"Enough, girl," said a gentle voice as a firm hand was placed onto Keilah's shoulder. "Watching her won't make it any easier."
"I need to be here when it's over," she replied bluntly, never taking her intense and worried gaze of the girl who was now whimpering quietly in the corner.
The man, a good foot over Keilah's small stature, suppressed a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "It's the full moon tonight. You need to run."
"I can't leave."
"You have time. You, as well as anyone, know that nothing significant ever happens until near dawn after the moon starts hiding behind the tree lines."
"That isn't true in all cases, now is it, Jiaah?" She retorted tartly, snapping her sharp gaze to the man standing beside her. She could see the shame hidden in his eyes as images of that fateful night flashed through his head.
His eyes narrowed slightly and then shifted towards the girl behind the glass, unable to hold Keilah's fiery gaze. "That was abnormal. It had only happened once in our history."
"And it could happen again," she stated, folding her arms across her chest, turning back to find crystal blue eyes staring up at her with helplessness flooding them. Instantly, Keilah's fire diminished and she felt the desire to reach out to hold hands, but kept her arms folded instead.
“Keilah, look at me,” Jiaah said, placing both hands on her shoulders to turn her towards him. “Look at me.” She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the glass after a few seconds of hesitation and met her eyes with the brown ones that stared intensely at her. “Lyasani is a strong girl. She will be fine. Nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen tonight and to make you feel better; I’ll stay here with her. Now go run; you need it.”
“But-“
“No buts.” He gave her a gentle shove towards the door, turning his back on her as he stood guard in front of the glass. Keilah bit her lip seeing his faithfulness at being a good father and she knew all too well that he would never be shaken from his resolve once it was decided.
Her reluctance to leave her daughter behind showed immensely in her dragging feet as they moved her towards the door. She placed a hand on the frame, casting one last look at Lyasani crouching in the corner, pawing the glass walls, before disappearing into the night.
The cool night air gave a small, yet needed, comfort to Keilah as she loosened herself, allowing the inner wolf to take control of her petite form. She stretched her forepaws and whished her bushy tail against the dirt floor sending up a small mist of dust. The bright glint of the moon caught her eyes and instantly a howl was released, sinking all other concerns into a bottomless pit except for the moon and the intense desire to run the night away.
The world passed beneath her as her rapid feet took her to various shades of brown and green, occasionally mixed in with some blue. All objects were a blur as she rushed around, her paws taking her out and about the landscape.
She stumbled the moment something darted in front of the moon, but as quickly as it happened, she caught her balance and kept on running. A distant caw was heard and she took hardly any note of the raven that separated the moonlight from her fur for the small instant. She just kept running.
But the luxurious movement of the ground beneath her feet was interrupted by a small, yet unknown, bother. Something wasn’t right anymore about the way the colors blurred together or the feel of the soft terrain beneath her strong paws. She let out a small howl, hoping to catch the more of the evanescence feel of the run.
“…from our ancestors’ beliefs. It was once said that ravens were among many symbols of bad luck…”
The simple thought spoken by her Elders stopped Keilah in her tracks, leaving skid marks behind in the dirt at the sudden stop of motion. Her mind backtracked the blurred images and sounds and halted at the single caw. Clocks turned in her mind and worry flooded her. She kicked dirt into the air as she did a 180, sprinting as fast as her four paws would allow her.
Worry for her daughter came flooding back to her as the moon's trance was shattered. She began praying for Lyasani's safety. She never should've left her all alone. Not when she was in so much pain. Not when there was a chance she would be like her mother and have an abnormal case.
Yes, intense pain is normal for every transformation that occurs on the day of their birth sixteen years afterwards. Because of the violent spasms, all are locked away in a thick glass room.
Paws turned into feet the moment she slammed open the door and clambered down the flight of stairs. Blood was splattered everywhere, casting various designs on all surfaces of the room. Shattered pieces of glass scattered the floor in an elaborate pattern. Lying beneath them laid the stone cold body of a werewolf. An inhuman noise slipped from Keilah's lips as she stared astounded at Jiaah covered in blood.
"What happened?" She murmured to the lifeless body as she knelt on the ground beside him, taking his hand into hers as the beginning of tears formed in her eyes. As the first tear fell into a pool of blood, she heard the faint howling of a lone, rampant wolf. Her Lyasani was loose and as dangerous as the were blood flowing through her could possibly be without any standard control method. This was the second abnormal transformation case in the last century; Yet it was much worse than any werewolf could imagine as the newborn, ravage were was set loose.


Submitted: August 17, 2011

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