Story: The Last Wolf - Season 1 Episode 8

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Story: The Last Wolf - Season 1 Episode 8

RICHARD
Oh well, she did talk and boy she said everything I needed to know. It was my turn, she might have trusted me to tell me all she just said but I wasn’t gonna replicate such early conviction. I will centre my story around my emotions and appeal to hers and will see where it leads.
I was born in the year 1709,to a black mother and a white Dad, but I took more of my Mother’s skin, although I wasn’t fortunate to meet them, they died while I was still a baby. I was given to my uncle who didn’t have a child and so I became both their special apple. One day, when I was six, we were visited by middle aged woman who urged us to leave town because of a planned attempt on my life. She said I was special and important In the balance of the supernatural world. She handed my new parents a huge book which was written in a language I still can’t read till today. We moved and that started our never ending cycle of relocation until their death of course.
I was ten when I first noticed that I quick to anger. A tease, a laugh could set me off, and I grew up That way, I started to have a need for reorientation when I nearly took the life of Daphne, my one true love. She was beautiful, and the most caring person I had ever met. She knew of my many flaws but kept on with me. Her love for me saw far beyond any flaws. I first transformed when I was twenty, I was so scared and hated my self for years after then. The hatred for myself became absolute when I discovered that I didn’t seem to age after I clock 25. How was I going to build a family when I will see them live, grow and die. I was miserable, I hated myself and God for my meaningless existence. I tried ending it all one night when I Laced a knife with poison and Pierced my heart with it, I fell and thought all was over until I woke up the next day and was horrified to discover that I was not only ageless but immortal. My body ejected the poison and then healed itself. I became a drunkard after then cursing my existence, I was told I was special but for what purpose, what damn purpose?
I found a glimpse of that purpose when I met Daphne. She turned my life around, the more I pushed her away, the closer she came. She knew of my beast side but insisted that I could use it for the better good. I could save lives , help people in distress. She was too perfect and too good for me, I couldn’t bear to see her live and die at a ripe old age without kids. I decided then to leave her and run away, I wrote her a letter and promised to be back when she was about to leave this world. I was at death bed together with herself kids and grandchildren, it was both a painful and joyful sight and I haven’t fallen in love since then. I joined the army and fought for my country, but I had to leave because I couldn’t bear losing any more friends to meaningless battles and knowing I could help some but all not all and was eventually forced to watch my friends succumb to their injuries and die.
Since then, I became a traveler until I ended up here in your strange town. You know, we both want the same thing – a big family, so why don’t we just put more wood to the raging fire, huh? I asked her. “Hold on , are you stylishly asking me out, Cypher? She asked amused. Not really in that sense but I wouldn’t say I won’t be tempted to.” You are funny, but no, I will pass though, we are just beginning to know ourselves , if anything of such will happen it will better we take it slowly, the last time we came together, it didn’t go well so it’s best we understand ourselves and get to know our magical bearings ” she replied. Hmmm, she was right though. But I want more of that arse, I said sheepishly and I want more of that c.ock, she replied with a grin.
I laughed and I brought out the huge book. It was black like the night and seemed to sU-Ck the light from the room, with inscriptions I didn’t understand. She took it from me and said, I think I can decipher this, it’s an ancient language only spoken by those who practised magic – dark Magic. It became one of my studies as I sought to understand the witches in order to break them down. It says, “only those with opposing magic conduits can read the texts of this book with their blood”. “What does that mean” she asked, but she was asking the wrong person since I didn’t have the faintest idea what it meant.