The King (Book 1)

EPILOGUE

The smell of peppermint woke Blake from a beep sleep. She found herself in a bed of wildflowers. As she laid there she saw tall white walls surround her. "Where am I?" she slowly spoke, using her elbows to lift herself up.

"That is a very good question, now is it?" a woman beside Blake spoke. Blake didn't even realize the woman was crouched beside her. The woman was more focused on the flowers as she gently touched the petals.

"Who are you?"

The woman smiled gently before standing up. Blake Had never seen a woman like her before. Her hair was white as snow, skin as pale as a ghost, and eyes like sapphire. She wore a long white gown with gold lace on the top half of the gown along with love gold lace on the bottom seams of her gown. She wore gold bracelets on her right ankle and another on her left wrist. She had even worn a gold neckless with a moon crescent that hand hung just meters away from her breasts. Her long white ran past her curved waist while she turned towards Blake.

Who was this woman? Blake had thought to herself. 

As if she knew what Blake had thought she answered, "I am known for many things, but you would know me more as Moon Goddess."

"What?"

"I'm a little surprised I found you in the garden, normally our guests are in their rooms. But since you are here that only means one thing," the woman frowned. "You died earlier then you were supposed to."

"Died? I Died?"

"Yes, you sacrificed your life for another."

"What happened after that? What happened to the Pack? The King?"

The Moon Goddess looked down on Blake before taking a deep breath. "All your questions will be answered, for now, if you would please follow me." The Moon Goddess turned, facing her back towards Blake, waving her hand a door appeared in front of her.

"What the Hell," Blake muttered.

"This way," the woman called, walking through the door. 

Blake was very hesitant about following the so-called Moon Goddess but what else was she to call her. She fit the description of what the Moon Goddess would look like but how could she be real. Never in history has anyone spoke about seeing her, hell they didn't have a picture or a painting of her. But on the other hand, Blake never had seen a place like this. Everything was white, even the few people who walked around wore white like the Moon Goddess. Not as flashy as her, they wore the same flowy pajamas like they just got out of bed.

"We don't have all day, Blake. We have very important things to talk about."

"Yeah, sure," Blake muttered casually walking over to the mysterious door that just appeared out of nowhere. 

"I'm sure that you know about the Everlasting?" the Moon Goddess spoke once more as Blake walked through the door.

"Yes, the twelve Gradians of the twelve Packs."

"And do you know why there where Gradians?"

"No, not really," Blake replied honestly. Stories about the Everlasting where myths to tell young children of the great hero's with special abilities. Some parents stopped telling their children about the Gradians because some claimed that there was something dark that no one what to tell. As if they wanted to erase their history.

"I see," she sighed.

Blake noticed that they were in a long hallway before asking, "where are we going?"

"The Twelve Gradians," she ignored Blake and continued on down the hallway without stopping, "you call them, were my children. Born from my very womb. Each one inheriting one of my many abilities."