IMMORTAL BEAST KING
Find My Luna
By Genevieve E.
❌DO NOT COPY OR REPOST❌
CHAPTER THIRTY
What do you mean you can’t do this?! Lancelot yelled at his wife who was looking miserable and soaked in tears and sweat.
Take her away, Emelia pleaded but got a punch on her cheek instead.
You don’t get to tell me what to do, now get up! he yelled slapping her across the face mercilessly.
Emelia whined in pain but still refused to get up.
Get up, now! he yelled but she didn’t move, she stayed on the bed crying.
Lancelot seeing she wasn’t going to respond feared for his life.
He knew how strong willed she used to be before he married her but he made sure to break her wings and make her completely dependent on him.
He didn’t want her to gain those wings back or he would be done for.
Angrily,he stormed out of the room but didn’t have anywhere to go, he paced outside her door thinking of ways to compel her as his life is important to him.
If she stops taking the blood he serves her every month,she would end up being starved to death and the moment she dies, he drops dead too.
He groaned when he remembered her lover he killed who cursed him…
He wished he could resurrect the bastard and punish him squarely but that wasn’t going to happen…
The sharp pain in his stomach pulled him out of his thoughts.
Is she getting weak? he thought with wide eyes.
No, this can’t be happening, he screamed in his head and ran back in.
There, his wife lay in the pool of her own blood.
She had stabbed herself with his sword which he mistakenly dropped beside her bed.
Emelia!
No! He screamed fearfully rushing to her.
She glared at him weakly as he quickly pulled out the knife and stared to tie the wound.
Leave me alone, I want to die, she begged weakly.
No, no, you can’t die, I won’t let you, he cried.
He cried not because he didn’t want her to die but he was dying too.
He cried because he was feeling her pain too.
He cried because he could see himself loosing out on the throne he has always wanted to have.
Let me go, I have been dead long ago already, she cried weakly, her eyes shutting slowly
Thinking of the throne, he gritted his teeth, I won’t let you, stay awake, he begged slapping her cheeks as her eyes opened and closed weakly.
Please stay with me, he begged kissing her palms making her wonder why he wanted her alive if he h@tës her so much.
Smiling sadly, he got up, turned to the young man tied up on the floor who was shaking in fear..
He glared at him with blood shut eyes then pulled him out to the next room, stuffed the first cloth he could lay his hands on, a dirty cloth, into his moth then ran off.
Soon he arrived with a woman from the village health center who began treatment on his wife who was still awake and suffering.
Emelia couldn’t help but notice how this lady who looked few years younger than her looks at her husband.
Their constant eye contacts.
She knew instantly, they were lovers.
She has spent the past twenty two years bedridden and tied in this room.
Takes a bath only when he wants her to.
If he has a lover, why keep her alive? she wondered shutting her eyes.
Why feed her blood all of a sudden?
There must be something wrong and she intends to find out no matter what.
She pretended to be asleep despite the pains and the nurses hands on her wound, she gave no reaction, no sound.
Her heart, as hard as a rock.
She listened to their conversations.
There mockery of her.
How ill they spoke of her, it was obvious he h@tëd her the same way it was getting obvious that she definitely has something he needs and that’s why she isn’t dead yet.
That moment, she made a vow to find out what it is she holds and make sure she destroys it.
You don’t deserve anything good, Lancelot, she yelled in her head.
She forced herself to stay awake till the treatment session was over.
She heard him promise to come over to her after tending to the fool, which was her.
She heard all the sounds he made.
How he pulled the poor boy into the room,slit his throat and forced his blood down her throat.
She took everything that he offered her, at least now she’s sure he doesn’t want her dead, she would take every and anything until she finds out what he wants from her.
Why she isn’t dead yet…
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You might want to have somethimg to eat first, you look tired, Florence said to Blue who smiled.
She really was hungry but she was eager to hear what Florence has to say so she lied.
No ma’am, I’m fine.
Florence gazed at her, lovingly, like a mother who loves her child would.
I’ll get you something to eat, you don’t need to pretend, I’ll tell you about it while you eat,she said reading her mind and Blue glanced at August in shock but he shrugged.
Blue wondered of August has been reading her mind all these while.
He knows Florence more than she does, so he wasn’t surprised.
Seeing how shocked Blue was, Florence smiled, don’t worry I’m the only one that reads minds, August can’t read your mind, she said with a wave of hand and Blue sighed.
August made a funny face making Blue stick her tongue at him.
She got up and left them…
Blue started looking around the hut.
She was shocked to realize the tiny hut she saw before she entered was actually very big inside.
It looked like all those ancient houses she used to see in movies.
Her eyes landed on the cups, jugs, plates, they had a crown drawn on them and she wondered why the crowns looked so familiar…
Can you see this Beiber, she whispered to Beiber when she noticed it was the same crown on his head.
What? she whispered in shock as she couldn’t find her voice….
Does Beiber belong to grandma? she wondered.
She couldn’t think of any other reason why the same crown drawn all over her stuffs is the same crown on his head
She looked at August who was avoiding her eyes, he knew she just saw it.
But he didnt want her to ask him, it wasn’t in his place to tell her.
August? she called and he almost ran to hide under the small table when Grandma spoke from behind saving him.
Come over here, you both, she called out to them as she placed the two plates of food on the table.
Hastily, August ran towards her.
Let me help you, he offered even though all he needed to do was sit and eat…
Grandma smiled knowingly at him then turned to Blue.
Food is served, i’m sure you would like it, she said to her as she approached the table.
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Few minutes later, they were done eating and they all sat staring at each other.
August and Blue wee anxious but grandma was rather relaxed.
You met Zelda already, Grandma spoke, it wasn’t a question, she knew.
Blue nodded licking her lips as she remembered the first word Zelda spoke to her.
What is your human name? Grandma asked…
Human? Oh.. Uhm… Blue? Blue responded in a tone that would make you wonder if she was asking grandma her own name.
Your name isn’t Blue, You are Zelda.
But… but the real Zelda is dead..
You are very much alive, My Queen.
It is just your memories that differentiates you from who you used to be.
But I like Blue, I’m different… I guess?
Do you know why you were named Blue? Grandma asked and she shook her head..
Because Blue is a mere colour, it only means colour Blue and another extra meaning… Sad
Blue shook her head as she typed on her phone searching for the meaning of Blue…
That was the first time she ever bothered about what her name means apart from the popular knowledge that its a colour.
How would you describe your 25 years of life? Grandma asked and she swallowed hard…
Here eyes went from August to Grandma , then back to August..
Sad… she whispered
Uneventful, I’ve felt really terrible about myself that my self esteem is wack, she replied, tears dripping from her eyes.
Do you know what Zelda means? she asked and Blue shook her head.
It means, Strong woman, it means Blessed, Happy, that’s what it means.
That’s what was taken away from you.
The manifestation of your real name.
Instead you were given a name that looked so lovely yet it deemed your light, made you weak and allowed you wallow in sadness and ignorance, we supernaturals believe in all these things, we believe you are affected greatly by your name.
Saraphina knows that too.
You aren’t Zelda until you take up the name.
Which means, you can’t posses the powers of Zelda without being Zelda, the daughter of one of the greatest witches, mother supreme and Cyclops one of the greatest demons, the Zelda who predicted her own reincarnation, this Zelda here was also born by a powerful Mother supreme after her reincarnation.
The same Zelda that was prophesied about several years before she was born.
The Zelda who is a Queen.
The Queen of all Queens.
Thats the Zelda you are, the Zelda you need to accept.
But… What queen?
The Queen of all supernatural, the Queen that is destined to sit beside our Supreme King.
King Wright Knight the Immortal King.
What?!
Wait…. I… I am the missing mate? Blue asked when realization struck her.
Yes Your Highness.
You are our long lost queen.
But…
No buts My Queen, I can’t answer your questions anymore, my time finally is up.
What does that man grandam? Blue asked innocently.
Grandma? August called rushing over to her.
He thought she was probably having a heart attack but she was smiling.
Smiling at something… or someone?
They traced her eyes and looked behind them.
There stood the most vicious woman that the White Horse Kingdom has ever had, Saraphina (Aria)
Her long hair flying in the air as she glared at Florence who was just smiling.
Immediately Blue saw her she jumped out of her seat, hiding behind Grandma and August.
The sight of the woman she has always called mother, looked terrifying.
How dare you!!! Saraphina growled at Florence.
I expected Aria to be very smart, I guess you became weaker after your reincarnation to not know when your enemy slipped right through your fingers,Florence mocked calmly.
Blue was shaking as she tried to avoid looking at them.
Saraphina angrily tightened her fist around the long staff on her hand.
She didn’t expect Blue to find out everything in a twinkle of an eye.
They deceived her and she couldn’t sense it, she truly underestimated her.
Hand her to me right now! she commanded but received an ear full of a loud demeaning laughter from Florence who still sat pretty on the chair.
I don’t have time to banter words with you, I will give you free access to hell, Saraphina spoke with a mean look on her face as she pointed her sword at Florence.
Florence began to choke.
Grandma?! August yelled helplessly as his grandma was being choked.
Saraphina stared evily at Blue was looked so scared as they both watched the light around the sward lift Grandma above their reach.
But grandma refused to struggle or beg…
She stared at Saraphina with victory eyes, she fulfilled her mission, it is left for Blue to understand what she meant.
Slowly her eyes began to get weak but she still used her last energy to stare at Blue who felt so useless.
My Queen, she muttered with a smile then her head fell.
Laughing victoriously, Saraphina withdrew her sword and she landed heavily on the floor.
Grandma?! both of them screamed rushing to her
She still had a smile on her face with just a tear drop on her eyes.
Slowly her perfect and young body changed to that of a skinny old woman…
No Grandma, we aren’t done talking!
Grandma!!! Blue screamed shaking her.
TBC
Grandma is dead ?
So you think theu can escape from powerful Saraphina now?
So you think Emelia will find out what her husband is hiding?
