MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A day in time

Aziza frowned at that statement and looked around very well. All super naturals were present and speaking in one voice. Something that had only happened a few times, ranging from all the fights for power, boundary, lands and recognition they have had for centuries and over the years. It was a rare sight to see them like that for the very first time in her life but she was not so sure that it was a good thing. They never came together like that because they were always fighting, only one person could bind them all together, the person that Damon was going to be. Seeing men and women who were not always speaking in one tone suddenly talking in one voice was rare and alarming. They could destroy themselves when they were divided and they could ruin an entire world when they were together.

The words of the alpha were alarming and it had made every murmuring, doubt and question in their heart disappear into nothing. His words carried a great burden, a huge weight and if what he was saying was the truth, it was also alarming and might be the downfall of men, women and children. A world built would be lost so suddenly and they could not let that happen. They had left the human world centuries ago, so long ago, they had created a new one for themselves, the one generation upon generations had come to know as their own. The stories of how they came about passing from a mother to a child, then to a child and to another child. How could they let the home and world that they had built from nothing, created from nothing and had all their lives to get destroyed? A grave look appeared on the faces of the wolves present and all of them suddenly felt a great sense of urgency to succeed in their quest.

Aziza could not help but frown. They had attacked her and had died, except for Daciana. They were the same wolves that came for her back then and she had thought nothing of it as of much till that very instant. Who were they calling doom? Who was going to destroy everything? and why were they referring to a prophecy? What prophecy was that even? Or was there someone else they came for? Because it could not truly be her, could it? She was truly a girl out for revenge, a revenge that might end a lot of lives, generations and burn them all down. Her anger, hate and rage were that deep but the supernatural was a big world on its own. She was not going to destroy everything like they were overexaggerating………probably

Sighing heavily, she turned away from the alpha and turned to the wolves that were looking at them like they were the gods themselves. She could recognize a lot of them like Kane and Tara that had left an impression when they came to kill her. But they were not the ones she was looking for. Her eyes swept the lot among them till it fell on a very small person right at the back as she hid away from the crowd with her eyes fixed at Kane’s back. Her black hair hung loosely behind her back, her skin so fair it could not hide her even when she was trying so much to remain hidden at where she stood and her brown eyes remained fixed on one person. It was both agitating and irritating to see the longing in her brown eyes for Kane. Feeling like she was being watched, her eyes slowly averted from the man she wanted with her life and it turned to the red hair. Aziza was simply in her mind, reliving her memories so she was not there in person but in a way, they saw themselves. Their eyes met and just as the red hair felt a rush of wind, it came again, quickly and swept her off her feet to a different place.

The environment looked rather familiar. Shocked, she looked around, the place resonating in her mind and pulling her back to a past. The school still remained the way it had been in her memories. It was rich, huge and everyone went in and out of it like it was a right they had. Only, she didn’t have such a right. Aziza did not understand why Daciana would have such a memory about a place that she had been but she looked on, prepared for anything. School had begun and everyone had rushed into the class as always, leaving the street quiet. Unlike the human world where schools were located at the side of the road, this was located in a serene environment surrounded by flowers, trees and nature.

Her heart sank at the memory and she suddenly didn’t want to remain there anymore. For a while, nothing happened and the area had been extremely quiet since everyone was already in class but soon after, the bell rang. The familiar sound of it pushing at her drums, her mind and her heart. She shook her head, the pain within resurfacing in her mind as she recalled that it was always by this time, she was right at the field of orchids across the school. Her head whipped to the direction of the orchids in an instant and just as she recalled, little Aziza was right there. Her red long hair danced and bounced as she moved about carefree. She had a lot of flowers in her hand and was looking at the school as everyone strolled out of it without much care in the world. A sharp pain pierced her heart in an instant, and she suddenly didn’t want to be there. Her hair was dishevelled, her clothes were more like rags and she had a mark on her right cheek. It was not a good day, and she did not want to relive it. But why did Daciana have a memory of her?

This school was one she had attended one time, but like trash, a curse, they had thrown her out and told her to die. Kids just like her had asked her to drown and tormented her with their bullying ways. Teachers had treated her unjustly and made her feel like she was nothing till she felt so scared of going in. The longing in her eyes made Aziza’s eyes well up in tears, then she looked away. Naturally, the little girl started humming, sadly and turned away as she started picking flowers. Her hum filled the air, revealing the pain a child would feel at such an age and it broke Aziza’s heart. She could remember that day clearly and she remembered that a girl had joined her. Just in time, she turned to the field and found a girl running towards little Aziza. She had dark long hair, fair skin and brown deep eyes. She was simple, small, delicate and beautiful but unlike other kids, she had turned to the red hair and started picking flowers as well. Aziza was small, afraid and laid back. so, when she saw her, she said absolutely nothing, scared that she would be hit or condemned again. She kept her distance and kept picking the flowers while she hummed. The little girl said nothing as well and also continued picking flowers but from time to time, they would turn to each other and have eye contact. In that brief second, they stared into each other’s eyes, a connection had been made and the little girl had even started to hum Aziza’s song sweetly. The humming no longer seemed sad. Neither did it carry the burden of a child whose fate was worse than death. It was lighter, it was better and the little girl’s tone made it sound so refreshing while people stopped to watch. The both of them said nothing to each other, but their eye contact became frequent and soon they started smiling and giggling when they met each other’s eyes like there was a hidden message or an unknown language that only the both of them could understand. It was one of the few moments Aziza ever felt happy for just a few seconds till that voice came.

“Ivy,” the familiar voice of her tormentor rang so loudly in her ears that even the grown-up Aziza flinched. She wiped the stray tears that came out from her eyes and realised it was time to leave. Alpha Dorian looked angry as he stormed the field of orchid, making a path and ruining the delegate flower as he walked. Little Aziza froze at the spot, fear overwhelming her, kicking her and dread filling her.

“Uncle…” she cried, scared of what might happen next.

“Who is your uncle?” he barked and grabbed her by her neck, then he lifted her into the air like she was nothing and choked her.

“Russel,” Aziza screamed out through her mind, scared and with a great urgency to leave. She did not want to see what happened next. But Russel gave no reply.

“Get me out of here, Russel” she yelled. Tears burned the back of her eyes and her heart died over and over again at the fear that consumed her.

“I have told you to not come here again.” Dorian growled, revealing his wolf side and frightening little Aziza even more.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Ivy cried and forced it out of her throat as she struggled against the big man but he laughed hard at her cries.

“Drop her,” the little girl who had been humming with her cried as well. She was also scared of the man who was laughing but she could see that her friend was hurting as well. Dorian was wicked and heartless, he immediately let go of Ivy's neck and allowed her to drop from the height she was. Hitting hard against the ground, she groaned and cried.

“No, don’t hurt her,” the little girl continued but Dorian didn’t care.

“You made yourself a friend huh?”

“How about I teach you to never leave that house again?” he growled. Aziza immediately shut her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming next and unable to look at her younger self. She remembered that she was crying out of fear and pain for she had fallen so hard but what came after. The excruciating pain that made her understand pain at a young age tore at her heart as the screams of her younger self echoed loudly, piercing her heart and the hearts of parents and kids present, yet no one dared to come over. Dorian had held her leg and with a smile on his face, he twisted it greatly, her bone snapped.

“No,” the little girl cried and ran over to Ivy as she flung herself over her body, to shield her from the evil man.

“No, please…” she cried even more and covered Ivy’s body with hers.

“Daciana,” the yelling of a mother followed. Aziza opened her eyes, finally understanding why she had been brought there. The little girl who had helped her back then was Daciana. She looked on as she saw the women lift Daciana away from Aziza and turned around.

“Mummy, help her,” she had cried and struggled but the woman had only said some things, the exact sentence that made Aziza realise her reality.

“She is a curse, doom and an abomination. She deserves the pain and hurt and should die a more miserable death. Don’t ever associate with her,” then she stopped and turned to Dorian.

“She is an eyesore, Dorian, please take her away,”

Reliving such memories made the familiar pain struck her that she did not realise when tears came rolling out of her eyes.

“Get me out,” she screamed in her thoughts, breaking all barriers.

Immediately she was flung off Daciana’s mind and she fell to the floor while the sleeping Daciana shot up from the bed like a zombie. Russel smiled sadly and turned to Aziza who was on the floor, with tears in her eyes, pain in her heart and rage in her blood. A new determination in her heart, she suddenly smiled wickedly and wiped her tears away.

“Doom was indeed coming,” her thought whispered wickedly. The reminder was all she needed to get her head straight.

“Are you okay?” Russel asked. He could feel her pain from just being there with her, he could understand her rage as well. He had only seen one thing that was done against her, what about the other unimaginable things that had turned her into the great Aziza?

She stood up slowly and turned to him.

“Never better,” she smiled. A certain darkness overwhelmed her, her voice even made him suddenly feel cold. But she turned to Daciana anyway. She was awake now and was also gaping at Aziza with wide eyes. She was rather pleased to know that she had not ended up killing the only person who stood up for her in the days of her tribulation.

“What is it?” she frowned, not liking the way she was looking at her.

“Damon is your mate and heir to the throne, he needs to come home immediately.”