70: C70 Chapter 70 - End?

C70 Chapter 70 - End?

*Cassandra’s Point of View*

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As I am crying and staring at my best friend's dead body, I felt something that has been building up around me. Its power is familiar. It's Blair's force field.

I looked in her direction, and she's all on fire. Then her opponent's arm that has been holding her started to fade. And later on, everything around her turned to ashes.

Oh, no!

I tried to escape from her force field, but I couldn't. It's too strong.

"Claude! Stop!" I heard Aunt Claudia's scream while she's also struggling to be free from the force field that Blair created around every witch.

I could feel that Blair is up to something, and it's not gonna be good for her or us.

I covered my eyes with my arm when a very bright light beams from where she was.

Then I opened my eyes to look around, but all I could see was nothing. It's dark, and the rain is over. And I tried to feel the force field, but it's now gone.

Some lights were made by every witch around, and I also created mine that made me see Pryce's body in front of me.

"No! Claude! Please, wake up!" I heard the queen's cry, and I don't want to think that something terrible has happened to my cousin.

Then I heard a werewolf's howl, which made the moon clear from the dark clouds. It's Alison. She's the only werewolf that is… left. What happened?

A gasp escaped from my mouth as I can clearly see the surroundings now. Everything was gone—the grass, the trees nearby, even the lake was dry. All that was left were the house, the tree by the lake, and us.

What did she do?

And I felt my heart beat faster as my mate carried Blair in her arms, while the queen was following behind as she cried her eyes out.

They went near us, and Alison laid Blair's body beside Pryce's.

I looked at my cousin and saw that she is covered with blood while there's a big wound on her chest. It must be from Damien's claws. That bastard did this to her. No!

Then I slowly lifted my head to look at my mate, and she lightly shook her head.

"No, it's not true," I uttered, and tears slowly ran down my cheeks again.

"No, no, no! Not her, too! Please, tell me that she's alive!" I continued crying, and something warm embraced me.

I screamed and cried in Alison's arms, making her white fur wet with my tears. Then she howled sadly.

I can’t understand why this is happening. This is too much. Why? Why does it have to happen?

Maybe the seer is right. If Pryce dies, Blair loses control and hurts everyone she loves. And it is happening now.

"What happened, Claudia?" Someone asked, and his voice is unfamiliar to me.

I looked at the person who spoke, and I can feel that he is a vampire.

"She's gone... Again." The queen muttered coldly while tears were streaming down her cheeks.

The man let out a deep sigh and put her in his embrace. He might be King Dracovick Sperova of the vampires.

"I felt something powerful that woke me up from my slumber. Is she our daughter?" He mentioned as he stared at my cousin's body on the ground.

And I was right. It's Blair's father. He has risen from death because Blair died. Their curse is now broken.

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War. War simply means death and destruction to me. And the war that I have recently experienced is something I can never easily forget.

Yes, we defeated the enemy. But… Did we really win?

The truth is… Nobody wins in a war.

I lost my best friend, Pryce Karstensen Winsley, and I lost my cousin, Blair Claudette Cavanaugh. It’s never easy for us who were left behind. But we will forever honor the sacrifices made by those two, and the other fallen armies of my race. If not because of them, the werewolves must have been more aggressive and hungry for power. It’s supposed to be Pryce who will rule them all. She’s their queen.

If the soul she had will live again to rule someday, I only hope that I will meet the person who holds it. And for Blair… I wish she will have a safe journey in the afterlife and find her way again to live and be with her mate.

“Cass, it’s time.”

I heard Alison's voice, and I felt her resting a hand on my right shoulder.

I looked at the young sycamore tree on both my palms, and I let out a sad sigh as I walked near the graves of the best pair of amazing individuals I ever met in my life. And I kneeled on the ground to carefully plant the tree in my hold.

“May this tree make your resting place look more dazzling, girls. Don’t worry about its roots reaching for your ears when it grows up. It only wants to tell you how beautiful it is to be alive. I hate you both for leaving. You know that, right? But I love you both so much, even though you never even said goodbye to us. But I understand. You both were in a hurry to be together. And I hope you are both happy wherever you are. Gosh, I’m not crying again. But, yeah, I wouldn’t say goodbye to you both either… because I know we will meet again someday… in your next lives.” I whispered in the wind and wiped my tears dry, and I covered the roots of the young tree with dirt.

I inhaled deeply before I stood up. Then I looked at the people around me starting to leave the funeral.

My gazes caught the glimpse of the three human girls who became my cousin’s close friends at the academy. Even if they didn’t know the real reason for Blair and Pryce’s death, they were extremely devastated by this sudden tragedy, the same as Mr. Kyle Connor Winsley.

I looked at Blair’s house and saw Aunt Claudia and King Draco of the vampires talking with my mom by the porch.

I know what has happened is insane, and it may take a while before we will get used to their absence. They will forever be missed, that’s for sure.

And what's going to happen next?

I have no idea.

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(Thirty Years Later)

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I looked at a picture on our nightstand as I folded the sheets that I am going to wash. It has been a very long time since this was taken by a good friend of ours, Marvy Jennings.

Pryce looked so happy in here, while Blair offered a hand for her to hold. I just missed them so much. There is not a day that passes that I cannot remember them. They have been the greatest people that I ever met. And in this time, they have become a legend.

Thirty years ago, we buried them at a portion near Blair's house in which every morning the Queen of the Northern Witches visits. That day has sent so much loneliness to everyone close to them, both humans and supernatural.

After that incident, Alison ended up ruling the race of the werewolves. Even if she doesn't want to, she has no choice since she's the princess and the strongest among them all.

We got married twenty years ago, and now, we have two kids. Carson Alisa is a twelve-year-old girl, and Allan Conrad is a seven-year-old boy. Both of them are half-werewolf and half-witch.

I wonder if Blair and Pryce lived, would they have children, too? I bet they will have twins, and I should be their fairy godmother. No, witch godmother. And I will be the one to name them.

Ugh, I just... These tears are showing up unnoticed again.1

Aunt Claudia became colder and sadder, while her husband, King Draco of the vampires often visits her to somehow make her feel a bit better.

Everything is at peace, and life has to go on. But one thing that will never change, Blair and Pryce will always be in our hearts and memories.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Al asked as she hugged me from behind.

She has been an excellent leader, a very sweet and loving wife, and a caring mother. I could not ask for more.

"Mmm, just something," I replied, and she hugged me tighter while kissing my head.

"I missed them, too." She uttered, and I turned to face her.

She still looks the same as the first time we met. Her hair is still white, with her eyes as blue as the sky, and they have the same color as my best friend's.

I just smiled at her since I don't want to remember that tragedy again, and I don't want to cry again, even though I already did a while ago.

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While my wife helped me with changing the bedsheets, we heard some commotions from downstairs.

"Mommy, Mama!!!"

It was Allan who was screaming from the kitchen downstairs.

What could have happened this time?

We were startled and hurriedly ran down. He must've been doing something crazy again, like how he made the living room flooded with water from the bathroom two weeks ago.

We came into the kitchen, and the scared boy hurried and hid behind his Mama.

"What is it, AC?" I asked him since he looks so frightened.

Then I looked at Alison, and she must've sensed something unusual.

"There... Umm... They... Someone… Two… " He stuttered and could not complete his sentence.

"Alright, calm down, Al. Breathe in and breathe out." My wife comforted the scared child, and he seemed calmer now.

"They... stole… They stole... our… apples." He trembled, and that made me curious.

Who might steal apples from the fridge? His sister? Burglars?

"Mom?"

Then we heard Carson calling from the living room.

"What is it, Hon?" I answered her while Al was trying to find some explanations from our son.

"Who are these people watching TV while eating apples on our couch?" She asked, and that made me more curious.

We went to the living room, and my mouth dropped because of what I was seeing before me.

"Blair? Pryce?" I uttered in disbelief, and I gasped.

Are they real? Or am I dreaming?

I just cannot believe my eyes.

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