The next morning, as Sahil woke up and walked into the kitchen, he was met with a surprising sight. Arvan was busy cooking eggs and had a plate of fluffy pancakes set up on the table, ready to be served.
Sahil couldn't hide his astonishment. He exclaimed, "Arvan, I've never seen you cook by yourself before. Who taught you how to do this?"
Arvan turned to Sahil with a grin, flipping a pancake expertly. "Well, I decided to learn on my own. I thought it was time to pick up a new skill, and cooking seemed like a good place to start. Plus, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast this morning."
Sahil chuckled, impressed by Arvan's determination and culinary skills. "You've certainly surprised me, and it smells delicious."
As they sat down to enjoy the breakfast that Arvan had prepared, the brothers continued their conversation, discussing the changes and new experiences in their lives. The morning was filled with laughter and shared moments, strengthening the bond between them even further.As Arvan and Sahil sat down for breakfast, enjoying the delicious meal Arvan had prepared, Sahil's phone suddenly rang. He reached for it and saw that it was a video call from their mother.
Excitedly, Sahil answered the call and propped the phone up on the table so that Arvan could join in the conversation. Their mother's face appeared on the screen, and her eyes lit up with joy upon seeing her two sons together.
"Hello, my darlings!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and love. "It's so wonderful to see you both. How's Canada treating you, Sahil?"
Sahil smiled, "Canada has been great, Mom. And I have a surprise for you. Look, I'm with Arvan!"
Arvan waved at the camera with a big grin, and their mother's happiness was palpable. "Arvan, my dear! It's been too long. I've missed you both so much. How's everything going?"
Arvan replied, "We're doing well, Mom. It's been a great reunion. And Sahil's been telling me about the adventures you've been having. How's everything back home?"
Their mother shared stories of their home and the family, and the conversation continued, connecting them across the miles and bringing warmth to their hearts.After finishing their breakfast and the heartwarming video call with their mother, Sahil decided it was time to freshen up. He got up from the table and said, "I'm going to take a shower, Arvan. I'll be quick."
Arvan nodded, "Sure, take your time."
Sahil headed to the bathroom while Arvan settled on the couch, turning on the TV to catch up on the latest news. He watched as the news anchor reported on last night's incidents, his brow furrowing with concern at some of the stories. It was a stark reminder of the challenges they faced in their respective worlds, even as they cherished their moments together.After Sahil finished his shower, it was Arvan's turn. He made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Before opening the shower faucet, he took a moment to reflect.
Arvan removed his shirt and stood before the mirror. He gazed at his reflection, taking in the features that made him who he was. His short, black, curly hair framed his face, and his hazel eyes reflected a mixture of determination and warmth. His wheatish skin carried the memories of the sun-soaked days of their childhood, and his muscular body bore the physical strength he had developed over the years as a leader and protector of his pack.
As he looked at himself, Arvan's thoughts drifted to the responsibilities he bore and the choices he had made. The reflection in the mirror told a story of resilience and a deep connection to the natural world, a world that was as much a part of him as he was of it.As he stepped into the hot, steaming shower, the memories rushed over him like a tidal wave. The water cascading down his body felt like a baptism, washing away the dirt and sweat of the day, but it couldn't cleanse his conscience.
The first flashback hit him hard. He was just a young man when he had his first change.In his memory, he saw himself as a young, frightened teenager, unaware of the curse that ran in his family. The moon had been full and ominous, and his body had betrayed him, reshaping into a monstrous form. The howls of anguish and the scent of fear hung in the air as he stumbled upon a squatter camp in the depths of the forest. He was overwhelmed by primal instincts, unable to control the horrifying metamorphosis.As the water splashed against his face, he remembered the chaos, the screams, and the lives he had unintentionally taken. The pain of that night was etched into his soul, and he felt the guilt wash over him once more.Then, another memory washed over him, one of his parents comforting him in the aftermath. Their warm, loving embrace had been a lifeline in the midst of his guilt and despair. They had explained his family's ancient curse, taught him to harness his inner beast, and provided him with a sense of purpose.
The most painful memory of all was losing his first love to Lupus Daemonium. He could see her face, radiant and full of life, but also the signs of the curse. Her body had slowly withered away as the disease ravaged her. He had felt utterly helpless, unable to save the person he loved from the same affliction that plagued him.
In the present, as the water continued to pour over him, he let out a deep sigh. These memories were an inescapable part of his existence, and they would always be with him, even in the refuge of his shower.Arvan stepped out of the shower, his skin tingling from the warmth, but he couldn't escape the last and most crucial flashback. He recalled the moment his parents had begun his transformation training.
In the dimly lit chamber of their ancestral home, they had surrounded him, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. His father held a chalice containing an elixir that would enable him to control his transformation at will. It was a powerful concoction, a family secret passed down for generations.
As the elixir passed his lips, it tasted bitter and acrid, and he felt a sudden drowsiness taking over. His vision blurred, and he found himself standing in a realm that resembled ancient Greece. The surroundings were ethereal and surreal, like a dream within a dream. The ancient city gleamed in the twilight, and he saw the silhouette of a towering figure in the distance.
Approaching him was Lycaon, the first Lycan. Lycaon's presence was awe-inspiring and intimidating, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.
Lycaon spoke, "Arvan, you have embraced the curse, and so you shall be gifted. The power to transform at will without the need for the moon's influence is now yours. But remember, this gift comes with great responsibility."
As the realization of this newfound power set in, Arvan's soliloquy began. "I was just a terrified 14-year-old back then, thrust into a world of darkness and uncertainty. The transformation was a nightmare, and the guilt of my actions was overwhelming. But now, at 19, I see it as a gift. I've learned to harness the beast within, and the curse has become my strength."
He thought of all the lives he had saved, the battles he had fought, and the world he had protected. With newfound resolve, he knew that the ancient curse had shaped him into a guardian, and he was ready to embrace his destiny as a Lycan, a protector of both humans and his own kind.Arvan reached for a towel to dry himself off, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Lycaon in the surreal realm. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the glass was condensed from the steam of the shower. He grabbed a corner of the towel and began to wipe away the condensation, but as the mirror cleared, he was met with a startling sight.
His reflection was not his own. Instead, it was the visage of his ancestor, Divanishni Mistriyan, staring back at him with a solemn expression. Her image was ethereal, as if she had stepped through time and space to deliver a message.
Divanishni's voice echoed in his mind, "Arvan, the Lupus Daemonium are planning something sinister. Their darkness is growing, and a new threat looms. You must be vigilant and prepare for what's to come. The future of our kind and the safety of the human world, relies on your strength and determination."
Arvan was taken aback, his heart racing. He had heard tales of his ancestor, a powerful and wise Lycan who had faced countless challenges in her time. Her presence in the mirror was a chilling reminder that the Lupus Daemonium were a constant danger.
"What can I do?" Arvan stammered, feeling the weight of responsibility.
Divanishni's image held his gaze with unwavering determination. "You are not alone, Arvan. Trust in your training, the gift from Lycaon, and the wisdom of your ancestors. Stay true to your purpose and protect our kind. The battle ahead may be fierce, but remember, the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack. We are with you."
With those words, Divanishni's image faded, leaving Arvan with a renewed sense of purpose and a foreboding sense that the darkest challenges were yet to come. He knew he had to prepare, for the safety of both Lycans and humans hung in the balance.Arvan stood there for a moment, the bathroom mirror now reflecting his own puzzled and determined face. The encounter with his ancestor had left him both inspired and on edge. He realized the importance of the message and the weight of the responsibility that came with his newfound abilities and heritage.
As he dressed and prepared for the day ahead, Arvan couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing at the precipice of a great conflict. The Lupus Daemonium, their ancient rivals, were not to be underestimated. They had posed a threat for generations, and their dark intentions were undoubtedly a cause for concern.
Arvan knew he had to heed the warning and take action. He couldn't allow his newfound confidence and strength to be in vain. His family legacy and the countless lives that depended on him were at stake.
With a determined resolve, he left the bathroom and embarked on a new day, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He would reach out to his trusted allies, gather information, and prepare for the looming storm. Arvan understood that he was now not just a protector but a leader, and he would do whatever it took to ensure the safety and survival of his kind.Arvan stepped out of the bathroom, his clothes now replaced by the signature blue and black attire that marked him as a Lycan. His feet were comfortably encased in blue and black Air Jordan 1 sneakers, a symbol of his unique style.As he left his room, Sahil raised an inquisitive eyebrow, his curiosity piqued "What took you so long in the bathroom, Arvan?" Sahil asked, looking both puzzled and concerned.Arvan met his brother's gaze and sighed, realizing he needed to confide in Sahil. "I had a vision, Sahil, a message from our ancestor Divanishni. She warned of impending danger from the Lupus Daemonium. We need to gather the pack and prepare for what's coming."
Sahil's eyes widened, and he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "I trust your instincts, Arvan. Let's call the others and make sure we're ready for whatever's ahead."With a nod of determination, Arvan retrieved his phone and began reaching out to the other members of their pack. He instructed them to assemble at his apartment, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.As Arvan and Sahil prepared for the gathering, they knew that they held the responsibility of safeguarding their legacy and the lives of those they cared about.