Elysia

Part 4

Of all the books I've studied and enjoyed learning from, what my eyes have just witnessed, could never prepare me for the eccentric information thrown before me.

"What the fuck?" My fowl mouth gets the better of me as a 5 foot werewolf is sat on all fours. His dark black fur has stripes of white throughout his whole body and his black eyes glow brighter than I've ever seen them.

Dara laughs a small laugh.

"The supernatural are real, Ely. Werewolves, vampires, fairies, witches. Like myself." Dara's words blow me away.

I'm so beyond shocked, I'm unable to talk. They're telling me everything I've read from fictional stories I've read over a hundred times is true? How long has this been factual history?

"All species stick with their own people..werewolves have packs, vampires, kingdoms, fairies, families, and witches have covens. But of course, some are strays. Like Ezekiel and myself." Dara continues.

Alexander...well the werewolf version of Alexander is now licking his paw as he lifts it to his mouth. His bright pink tongue ruffs his hair upward.

"But you, Elysia, are a whole other story." My vision grabs ahold of her eye contact. Her purple eyes bear into my amber eyes.

"You are from an angelic family. Both have their individual powers. From what you have told me in the past, you are half light angel and dark angel."

My heart can't take any more surprises. My pulse is going to jump out of my skin.

"You possess such great powers....but with great powers come great responsibility and your responsibility, as told to me, is procreation." Her voice half whispers the last word. My eyes fill with tears. I've never been one to show me emotion but my plate has never been as full as it is right now. I deserve to let some of the anxiety out.

Powers? Angels? Procreation?

What does this all mean? This is too much to take in at once.

All of a sudden Alexander transforms into his human self in the blink of an eye. Except he's buck naked. He covers his region then turns around and slips on his clothes that are laid on the ground from before. The remains of his blue boxers are torn to pieces on the floor.

So when he turns his clothes would normally rip unless he gets naked? I guess that makes sense. Whatever "sense" means now.

Afterall I was shown "true" evidence and there's more reason to believe than not too. If not I'm crazy and I'd much rather not adventure down that road.

"From mythical lore, the great Elysia is to be resurrected every millenia to procreate and keep the supernatural maintained."

I wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"But for some unknown reason you come back each time without any remembrance of who you are. You've told me due to such an issue you have had great pain. Which is why I have decided to tell you as soon as possible." That makes some sort of sense. I appreciate her looking out for me, if she is telling the truth. I have already had a run in with the pain Dara speaks of.

"And, Ezekiel here is your guided protector from such pain. He was hired by your distant family to watch over you and keep you out of harm's way."

My eyes wander to his clothed body as he walks closer to us.

"This is the truth, Ely. I've been watching over you for months. And I've only just found you, I'm beyond glad that no harm was brought upon you before."