Gemini Moon: Royal Moons
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,222
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Hall of the Silver Orb: Eryka- 0005
Chapter Five
-The Hall of the Silver Orb-
~Eryka~
Erynh and I peeked through the thick, nytewood banisters of the tall, winding top staircase and balcony-style landing that ran all the way around the fifth story of the Hall of the Silver Orb.
The Hall of the Silver Orb, so called because of the gargantuan frosted glass globe hanging from the high, vaulted ceiling. It glowed with the soft, silver luminescence of the Full Moon, hung from a silver chain, and was the only source of light in the room made entirely of midnight dark nytewood besides the tiny, twinkling chips of moonstone set in the ceiling the shone softly like pale, dying stars. Kayli’s earrings fit right in.
The Orb and the star-chips were the only source of light in the huge room, but they was enough for my sister, the others, and I to see the entire Pack assembled below. Some were in their Wolf form, some were in Human form, but all of them were staring at our Mother upon her great Throne, in her shimmering silver gown of state. I was so glad I didn’t have to wear such things- stuffy and itchy and cold, all at the same time. Her silver and diamond crown lay on her silver hair, hair that seemed to glitter like metal, like threads of moonlit steel. It was almost as if one hair could cut you open to the bone and leave you bleeding to death upon the ground.
In the Hall, and only here, were the white marble statues of the Alpha Wolves and She-Wolves of the Syllvyr Pack, ranging from its founding Alpha, who lived over twenty-eight million years ago, to our Mother, the current reigning female Alpha.
Everyone said Erynh and I looked just like our Mother in the body and face, with her bones like blades of ice and her jagged teeth like cutting icicles. They said we were tall and thin and razor sharp like her. We were so like her, according to our Pack. Like her, except for the color of our eyes and our hair. Our hair was a chestnut brown so dark it was almost black, and our eyes were the deepest green of the surrounding forests, shot through with flecks of golden brown.
Our father’s eyes were green like that, and our father’s hair was brown like that, so our Mother said. We had to take her word for it. We did not know who our father was; our Father, who would never be Alpha, or Beta, or even part of our Pack at all.
“Why are you thinking about Father?” Erynh asked me telepathically. Her voice brushed through my mind like black velvet.
“I don’t know…he just…I don’t know. But something about this has to do with our Father,” I whispered back to her. And somehow, at almost thirteen years old- okay, I was twelve and a half, but who cared?- and with my budding psychic powers so common among those of noble birth, I knew this fact as I’ve known almost nothing before. This did have something to do with our Father, I knew it, and Erynh knew it, too, because I knew it. We could hide nothing from each other, not even our deepest thoughts.
Sometimes, that really ticked me off. But in war, in love, and in politics, like now, it could be incredibly useful.
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-The Hall of the Silver Orb-
~Eryka~
Erynh and I peeked through the thick, nytewood banisters of the tall, winding top staircase and balcony-style landing that ran all the way around the fifth story of the Hall of the Silver Orb.
The Hall of the Silver Orb, so called because of the gargantuan frosted glass globe hanging from the high, vaulted ceiling. It glowed with the soft, silver luminescence of the Full Moon, hung from a silver chain, and was the only source of light in the room made entirely of midnight dark nytewood besides the tiny, twinkling chips of moonstone set in the ceiling the shone softly like pale, dying stars. Kayli’s earrings fit right in.
The Orb and the star-chips were the only source of light in the huge room, but they was enough for my sister, the others, and I to see the entire Pack assembled below. Some were in their Wolf form, some were in Human form, but all of them were staring at our Mother upon her great Throne, in her shimmering silver gown of state. I was so glad I didn’t have to wear such things- stuffy and itchy and cold, all at the same time. Her silver and diamond crown lay on her silver hair, hair that seemed to glitter like metal, like threads of moonlit steel. It was almost as if one hair could cut you open to the bone and leave you bleeding to death upon the ground.
In the Hall, and only here, were the white marble statues of the Alpha Wolves and She-Wolves of the Syllvyr Pack, ranging from its founding Alpha, who lived over twenty-eight million years ago, to our Mother, the current reigning female Alpha.
Everyone said Erynh and I looked just like our Mother in the body and face, with her bones like blades of ice and her jagged teeth like cutting icicles. They said we were tall and thin and razor sharp like her. We were so like her, according to our Pack. Like her, except for the color of our eyes and our hair. Our hair was a chestnut brown so dark it was almost black, and our eyes were the deepest green of the surrounding forests, shot through with flecks of golden brown.
Our father’s eyes were green like that, and our father’s hair was brown like that, so our Mother said. We had to take her word for it. We did not know who our father was; our Father, who would never be Alpha, or Beta, or even part of our Pack at all.
“Why are you thinking about Father?” Erynh asked me telepathically. Her voice brushed through my mind like black velvet.
“I don’t know…he just…I don’t know. But something about this has to do with our Father,” I whispered back to her. And somehow, at almost thirteen years old- okay, I was twelve and a half, but who cared?- and with my budding psychic powers so common among those of noble birth, I knew this fact as I’ve known almost nothing before. This did have something to do with our Father, I knew it, and Erynh knew it, too, because I knew it. We could hide nothing from each other, not even our deepest thoughts.
Sometimes, that really ticked me off. But in war, in love, and in politics, like now, it could be incredibly useful.
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