Harmony

Day. Night.

One after the other. A continuous cycle of life.

I cannot remember when I stopped counting. Time waits for no one. Time heals no one. And with time comes centuries of loneliness. The kind of loneliness that makes you wonder what you are living for.

I guess I was tired of living now.

Waking up every morning to the same blue sky, life became dull. The once starry nights became just dark, ordinary, empty. Even the brightest of the stars invisible. The moon just another dot amidst that vast empty sky. All alone. All by itself.

Somehow just like me.

But somewhere deep within, I hoped for a miracle. For a falling star to make my impossible wish come true. To send me just a little fragment of life. Something to hang on. Something to hold on. Something. Anything.

A century became two and I stopped wishing.

I now know that there was no deity above. The heaven above was just a place in name only. But even if it did exist, its iron door sealed and locked away. At least to me. No one that hears nor sees me.

I swirl the half-filled glass with whisky as the loud music roars in my ears. It was too loud for my liking. But I had decided to give him a visit after hearing of his ongoing quest in search for someone.

But could he have not chosen a better place to be in? And what was taking them so long to relay my message? A simple request for a visit from a long-time friend.

I have been patiently waiting for a while now. And the longer he took, the more I was tempted to just leave. But I held on because he had been the only companion of mine through my long hard decades. For those times sake, I decided to wait a little longer.

But in all honesty, I should have never come here.

"Four shots."

A waft of something familiar invades my senses and I know that right then, I should have listened to my inner self and turned the other way around, run far from here, miles away. But there was just something in that voice, the air she carried around, that scent that compelled me to do nothing but the opposite, to remain seated, to turn around, to have a look.

Just a glimpse. But what I see makes me glued to my seat, my breath knocked out of me.

For I see a goddess before my very eyes.

Tall, slender but built, with curves beautifully executed in that skin-tight dress, sleek black curtains swinging behind her as she moves her head around. She was breath-takingly alluring. Dark but startlingly pure.

My centuries of vocabulary were not enough to describe the dark goddess that stands before me.

She had this presence that demanded dominance. A power to make anyone fall onto their knees and bow down. Although suppressed, it was enough for me to recognize that unyielding aura. She herself was a true, a pure Lycan.

But something much more powerful than that.

When she turns around, gracing me to view that perfectly craved face up close, I become mesmerised, my chapped lips part but no breath escapes through the gap. Dark arched brows with round black pool hiding some kind of truth in them, that could look right through your soul or suck you right into hers, she was a masterpiece created of affection, a god's beloved possession.

It takes me a second, but I somehow compose myself and turn around on my seat while sealing my wide-open mouth shut tight. She caught me off-guard. If it was anyone else, I would have been out of here before they could even get a whiff of me and would have travelled hundreds of miles away.

But her, it was like she extorted a power on me, unknowingly so. I just couldn't deny the presence of this goddess beside me. I just couldn't move.

Still can't.

"Here, beautiful."

The bartender puts her shots on the counter finally taking her attention off me. Just who was she? As my thoughts starts to wander off, I down my own glass empty and place it on the counter, in an attempt to calm myself. She does not know you. I keep telling myself but to no vain.

"I could smell you from the moment I stepped in, you know."

And my heart takes one big leap.

She was one powerful Lycan as I suspected. Maintaining her calm postures, she takes the empty seat beside me as she orders for more, her expression giving away nothing as she stares at the bartender as he moves around. But my senses become alert when the risk of my identity slipping through gets higher and my heart beats in turmoil.

I tell myself to remain calm as I always have, as I always did.

So why this struggle now?

I had centuries of experience. Million confrontation like these. But she shattered all expectations, my experience meant nothing anymore.

"What do you mean?" I feign innocence, sitting straight, but slowly getting ready to retreat in worst case. She gulps down shots after shots as if quenching her never-ending thirst and finally turns around. Slightly leaning forward, she inhales a lungful of breath as if trying to recollect pieces of her memories through them, trying to remember more.

Possibly remember me.

"Other than the fact that you are a Lycan, you have a very familiar scent to you. But I just can't put the pieces together. I don't know exactly how I know you myself."

As soon as she finishes her sentence, I become fully defensive. She was swimming closer and closer towards the surface of my erased past, and somehow seemed to know more of me. And this made my body tense because I knew nothing of her.

Needless to say, I was glad when the human returned just as she opened her lips again. Although I would have loved to hear how she knew of me, I wasn't taking any more risk tonight. Grasping my only chance to retreat, I get up on my feet. "Sorry but I have to leave now."

I look deep into her eyes in hopes to stop those wild thoughts from digging further but I just couldn't break past her. It was as if her mind itself was shielded, even from her.

But I just couldn't stop there.

And like always, I extend my hand forward, putting the best smile on my face, as I wait for her to take the bait. "It was nice talking to you. But do let me know when you remember though. I would love to hear it." She looks at me for a minute longer before she finally bites the bait and reaches for my outstretched hand.

But upon the contact of our hand, I see someone else through her and I get a little startled, but I quickly pull my lips across into a smile when her eyes start to question. "Too bad, some other time I guess." I just nod slightly, shaking her hand, forcing my way into her mind.

However, unlike others, she still blocks me, unknowingly so. It was hard to pass through her solid defence. She was the only person to ever fight back my gift and almost win. But unlike her, I knew of the power hibernating in her, deep in sleep, unconscious, unaware of it. I saw a darkness in her but something much purer hidden beneath it all.

She was dazzling and unlike this world. But I had my secrets to keep, to remain forgotten amongst the living, to be a nobody.

With centuries with me and my gift growing with time, I won the battle against her who was unaware of herself, her true powers. I easily won the little game of ours that only I knew of. But had those powers of her awakened, my gift wouldn't stand a chance.

I guess it was time for another goodbye.

I look deep into those dark black eyes as I take the memories away from her, erasing them. Initially I was just going to remove the moments of us but with the force she was emitting, I was compelled to erase everything.

Because I was scared. I was afraid that she might eventually fill the voids of the night.

So, I erased the night itself.

And with a small smile on my face, I will my gifts upon her and she too becomes another victim, of the curse of Harmony. Forget that you ever saw me. Forget ever knowing me. Forget about tonight completely.

"Another time." But we'll never cross path again.

I let go of her hand completely and nod. Another life, another time, we could have been friends. Family even. But in this cursed life, I have nothing to offer, not even my name. Goodbye princess. My little goddess.

Princess Althea Zoella Castellanos Silvermoon.

Daughter of Raven.

I grab the human males' arm and walk away from her, compelling him to take me to Aries now. I didn't feel like hanging around, out in the open anymore and I was in a desperate need to share the news with someone, to relieve this heaviness, this burden off my heart.

Thinking that I had given him enough time to pull himself together, I barge right in despite his rejection. But the moment I walk through that door, I realise how wrong I was and the heaviness that weigh my heart remains locked, as it sits of top of many more. A weight only for me to bear.

Time wasn't what he needed.

He had all the time called eternity. He looked the same as I last saw him but a lot rougher, meaner, he looked fatigued. His blond hair now longer, sits messily on top of his head, combed numerous times in anguish. His eyes held the same pain but had a whole lot of emotion in them. Fuelled with anger. He had become dangerous.

A monster in the brink of losing control.

He doesn't answer me as he stays focused on keeping the monster contained. Even losing his mate couldn't make the monster lose its sanity, so what could it possibly be-

But of course. How could I not see it? The reason I was here for. I had gotten words that Aries Blackwood was looking for someone. "It is her, huh."

I always thought that one had to be blessed enough to have one true mate. The other half of you, the one who completes you, that makes you forget about everything else. Pain. Guilt. Remorse. And makes you feel nothing but loved.

"I lost her. Again..."

But looking at him and witnessing his pain, I would rather be just half of me for eternity. If I have to choose between heartbreak to attain love or be incomplete for eternity, I will much rather choose the latter. I don't think I am strong enough to go through what he has been through.

The only thing I could do for him at this moment was to leave him be, to not provoke and further aid in awakening that monster in him. All I could do now was to wait for him. Listen to his calls.

Ears listens and become a part of their memories, and I can easily get a hold of those memories. So, no matter where I may be, all I needed was someone to carry his message to me. Time, it will take but I will be there at the end.

With a promise to return, I open the door to leave but the growl from behind me stops me. I turn around to know the object of his uproar, but the look in his eyes stops me from questioning.

The beast had finally been unleased.

The pitch-black eyes replace the once piercing blue which was now lost in the depth of the darkness. Sharp end of canines visible through the corner of his lips which was also stretched further along his cheeks and those protruding veins.

All in all, he looked inhumane.

But before I could stop him, he zooms past me and out the door, and into the crowd mixed with humans. A creature unaware of others that lived amongst them, with them. If anyone saw him like this, which soon everyone will, it could be a disaster.

Hurriedly, I follow his scent amidst all the other scent mingling outside and spot him right in the middle of the floor, being a seeker of everyone's attention as I sadly expected. And once again, before I could get to him, someone else does.

The air around was starting to smell funny though.

I knew the scent of Lycans invades the air too, but something else makes me to take a step back and hold my breath, for my lungs had started to inhale everything the air carried, too quickly, too much.

Or was it just a specific scent.

For the first time in the longest decades, my heart raced with the fear of unknown. And with the drumming of my heart and the tension in the air, I force myself to retreat away from the scene.

Locking myself back in the room, I make full use of the one-way mirror. Aries stands there with someone tucked away in his arm and judging by that possessive hold, I figure, it was her.

He had finally found her.

And once again, even though unconsciously, something in me reaches out to the non-existent goddess. To thank her for finally ending his misery. Because it was about time, he had his happy ending too, someone had to eventually end his endless heartbreak.

I stare at them for a while, admiring, feeling a little alone but most of all happy for him. In hopes to get a glimpse of her, I edge closer to the glass window, but with his huge figure it was impossible. He completely blocked her off, leaving me to only imagine the beauty in his arms, safely tucked away, hidden from the world as if it might take her back again.

As my eyes finally leaves them be, I scan the crowd who had inched away, moved back to the safety of one another's back, further away to the walls, away from the imaginative creature from the myth that had travelled in time.

But there stood the three.

Two Lycans and a Lycan hybrid, their back facing me while confronting Aries. But who would dare challenge someone who had just found their mate? And one with that aura like his. Not someone who wished to see the daylight of tomorrow. But then the realisation hits me as I grasp the situation. The girl Aries held in his arms was a Lycan too. And unconscious at that.

She was one of them and knowing the nature of Lycans, they don't let go of their family.

Family, huh?

I think of Raven again, then an image of Tess crosses my mind, of the Castellanos, her flames forever embedded in my mind, a memory which I was the sole heir to. A memory long gone.

Erased.

By me.

My eyes brim with emotions but the view of a particular back somehow becomes clearer and unconsciously I inch even closer towards the glass window in hopes to get a better view. I place my palms flat on the glass, as if placing them onto his broad shoulder, feeling as if I belonged somewhere on the shell of that solid back.

My fingers stretches further as if trying to gain his attention and in hopes that he would turn around to bless me with his view, that held my curiosity and made my heart a frantic mess.

The Lycan that made me want to know more about him.

I stare at his muscular back as it tenses slightly, and as if he could feel the whisper of my touch, his head suddenly turns around. But before I could see his face, or he, mine, I too turn around.

I had forgotten that the glass was my shelter. It hid me from everything. Even his eyes. But who would tell that to my thumping heart, beating fast and hard, my chest heaving and my breathe laboured?

Just what was happening to me?

Maybe I had been alone for too long. Maybe I just craved for a company of another. Or maybe I just had to go far, further away from the world of Lycans. Or just life in general.

I close my eyes and count my seconds, making up my mind and calming this broken heart. I wait for the noise to die down, until the air no more carried their scent.

And when I do turn around, I'm just about blessed with a glimpse of his disappearing back as he walks away from my life. My lungs get narrower and my throat drier, but it only lasts so long as realisation hits me of what was happening downstairs.

Mayhem.

Aries' sighting. Their encounter had caused a disruption.

I had to step in and do something before the panicking crowd too flees this place and spreads the virus their eyes, lips and mind alike, carried. So, I speed out the room and down the floor, heading straight for the first human to exit, its eyes carrying the fear of what they could have possibly seen and its lips ready to blow-out the terror like a wildfire.

"Don't say I didn't help." I murmur for no one to hear as I erase tonight from every single one of them as they depart.

My ears and head alike, starts ringing, but I continue to replace their night of horror with just another night of alcohol. Another night of fun. At least I was of use to someone even if it was just this once. When the room sits empty and the crowds moves at a steady pace, I know that I had succeeded.

I smile at my victory. For my work here was done.

Struggling my way out, I manage to make it down to my car. Finally isolating myself within the comfort of the empty space filled with silence, just what I needed right now. I rest my head back and close my eyes. The ringing of my ears and the bulging headache slowly starts to die down but not completely fade.

I was exhausted. The crowd was larger than I expected, and it took more power, draining me a little. No, it was a lot more than I had thought. Rubbing the temples with the tips of my finger, I groan as a sudden pain jabs me, but I just shake it off and endure.

And with a release of my tense breath, I open my eyes and start the engine. I guess I was not needed here anymore. Since he has found her now, he too would not need my company any longer. My presence too will be forgotten even if I did not erase it from him. Time itself will wipe me out of his memory.

And now it was time for me to go. Far away. Where no one but me exist.

To a world with no one.