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His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 88

Alice

I was looking at the disappointed faces of several juveniles after I had relayed the sad news that they could do none of the things they had planned.

"Will we at least have a pack run?" One of the girls asked, while coyly eying Zaiden.

"How about the pack barbecue? We can't cancel that?" Another one voiced.

I rolled my eyes and silently cursed Eliza for leaving me with these hormonally charged teenagers.

"I am not sure about that. But I will confirm with the Alpha. Now, get back to your training."

Once, the kids were busy. I had a choice. I could either visit Olivia and see how she was doing or check about the prophecy in the pack library. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but possibly, there would be something in the old archives.

I decided to visit the library.

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It was a cool autumn day, and the leaves from the oak trees on the grounds littered the ground. It was one of those days when it just felt like the clouds could open up at any moment, and soak everything below. Lucian was away for his Alpha council meeting. Which seemed to be happening a lot lately. I had never been to the Crimson Shadow's pack library. It was huge!

Not all packs could maintain an archive. Constant displacement and pack war made it difficult to maintain an archive. Only the most powerful and oldest of packs were able to keep their records or archives. Looking at some dusty manuscripts, they could be 100s of years old.

"Madam Luna," an old man aged around 50 bowed to me. "What brings you here?"

I knew him, he was a teacher in the pack's school.

"Mr Sullivan, I was looking for some information. Didn't expect you to see here."

"I am part-time in charge of the archives, history fascinates me." He smiled.

"Excellent! Then perhaps you are the correct person to ask about prophecies." I smiled pleasantly.

He raised an eyebrow. Then turned towards one of the several rows.

"Prophecies are a tricky business, Madam Luna," he said shaking his head.

"Earlier we used to have a council of elders, their sole job was to analyze and study prophesies, some even helped in bringing them to fruition."

I followed him as we passed through the narrow ally of books and manuscripts.

"That's very helpful, what happened to that council?"

"They all died," he said flatly.

"What a pity! No one replaced them? " I said, casually looking around.

"There are few oracles who do that, but most people have stopped believing in prophecies. They are complicated and doesn't give direct instructions. Too much symbolism and mystery. People just lost interest. "

"Not everyone, I suppose," I mumbled.

"And here we are." Mr Sullivan said.

In front of me stood a rack of books and parchments which looked at least 100 years old. They were covered with dust. I had no patience to go through all of them.

"Me, Sullivan, what do you know about the Obsidian prophecy?" I asked.

"Oh, that's right here."

Me Sullivan pulled a big dusty book from the bottom of the shelf. He laid it down on the table and shuffled its dusty pages, "here".

I read the lines which Sullivan pointed at.

"She will be begotten from a line of witches, shall have the hybrid blood of a wolf. She will be powerful and bring good fortune to her mate. The maiden shall become the mate of an Alpha on the night of the Blue Moon. The child from the union shall rule for centuries to come, and the land shall prosper in their love."

"Wow!" I mumbled. Re-reading the lines.

"As per the legend, the child conceived on the blue moon shall become a powerful ruler. Do you think it's true?" I asked Mr Sullivan.

"Well, it could be true; however, there is a theory about prophecies. They are purposely vague about the meaning. When writing out the prophecies, the oracles leave several key points open for interpretation. Not because they want to mislead. However, oftentimes for a prophecy to come true, the people involved have to be ignorant of all the facts, or their preconceived ideas of how things should corrupt the events. If people involved fully understood their destiny before the time was right, they might not be able to take the actions necessary to succeed. Some might even try to change the outcome. Hence, the chosen one must discover the true purpose on their own and at the right moment."

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