First Meeting - Part II
Looking back at the two males they are pretty far from where I stand, seated upon the grass indulged in a deep conversation the topic of games long forgotten. Well, I expected this for they have similar interests and are alike in manners.
Continuing on the stone path I spot a metal cage painted in crystal white from the rods to the soles of its feet. Wishing to see the life held caged within I take slow steps towards the calmness that beckons me.
Squinting my eyes trying to see what resides in there, I squeal when I find white doves within the barrier. They don't chirp or rattle the cage when I approach rather stay as they are and stare at me with their black jewels.
Birds are quite timid creatures like me I have never seen such that are calm as if they have no care in the world. But should birds be kept in cages? Should they not be free to roam the skies as they were born to?
My thoughts are broken apart by the sound of freshwater flowing that makes me perk up amazed. Another place for me to explore! This place is magical. Bidding farewell to the birds I follow the same path to find the source. I keep walking deeper and deeper into the maze-like garden.
It pulls me to find the hidden jewel that awaits for me to discover it. The sound of the water seems closer to me and I know I have reached my destination. A small pond with a waterfall that gushes down streams of water with heavy force.
The pond swallows it whole and calms the anger of the waterfall with peace. I should bring Cronus here, he would love this place. We always discussed visiting a foreign land that held varieties of waterfalls one day but this is quite beautiful as well. It is dazzling and glitters as the waves meet the sun's rays.
With a wide smile and an excited chuckle, I turn swiftly to run back to him. But my smile drops abruptly when I see what lays in front of me. Two paths. Two different stone paths. This felt like the quizzes I took at him. Which one did I come from? The first? I turn to look towards the second path. Was it the second? They both looked unbelievably the same. It takes me a few seconds to register within my mind that I was utterly los-
"Lost." A voice strikes from within the shadows. I turn swiftly my heart-pounding eyes widening searching, scanning the area to find the source. "You are lost." The male speaks again. The only muddle is that I cannot see him.
"S-Show yourself!" I whisper meekly. Mother warned me not to run off on my own but I always do it and face consequences. My curiosity never seems to be at ease.
"I am not hiding. I am in plain sight. Perhaps you are blind?" He questions. Such a fullness it possesses but without the rocky edges pure smoothness as silk when he speaks. His tone is playful as if he found this situation quite funny.
"I am not. I can see you." I speak a discernable lie whilst I stomp my foot on the ground a small annoyed pout on my lips. He angers me for he plays as if I were a toy. A female is not a toy! My eyes do not stop searching for this hidden male who thinks teasing me is fun scouring every nook and corner.
"Is that so? Then answer me this. What color do my eyes hold?" Another question but asked from a different direction. I turn again to where his voice comes from. How is he moving like that? I neither saw nor felt a change of atmosphere. I didn't hear anything either.
I take quick steps backward my heart thundering with fear. Perhaps I am not dealing with a wolf, perhaps I am in immense danger. I... I am scared. I stumble keeping my eyes to the front sweeping the area in case this creature plans to pounce upon me. My ears try to catch any signs of movement as my father taught me yet I fail for the waterfall takes over my senses.
Without a sense of direction, I move hastily only to lose my balance, hands flailing trying to get hold of something I fall with no rescue. If my brother were here he would have caught me.
The ground breaks my fall my bum landing with a thud on the harsh stony ground whilst my knee bleeds flesh split on the sharp rocks. I regard the fresh wound and the sight upsets me. Lips wobbling the wall breaks open as tears stream down my cheeks and I begin to sob.
Clutching my knee to my chest the dress my mother bought me completely filthy with wet muddy dirt. Knowing that I will be taught a lesson for this I sob harder the creature hiding forgotten. Loud whimpers and whines leave my lips. A few minutes pass and I do not halt my wails for it worsens with time. The pain of my wound signifying blood not stopping.
A soft crunch plunges through my sobs and I peer up towards the source. Hands move the tree branches to give way to light and a male walks forward with confidence. My blurry eyes regard him, snot running down my nose.
He is not of my age he is a juvenile male who walks forward. Hair the color of the sand upon the seashore and eyes like the vast...oceans. I had blue eyes yet his was different more electric, for it had the power to trap you.
He comes towards me as I crawl a few steps back afraid of this unknown male. He kneels at my feet and scans my features. His eyes drop to my knee and with no warning, his right hand shoots out to clutch my ankle and drag my body to him.
I scream as my body slides forward swiftly and I am in close contact with him. His eyes look up at me again and I push my head back uncomfortable with the unforeseen closeness. I have never been this close with any male but my brother.
The color of his eyes change quickly from an electric blue to obsidian and I shriek again alarmed by this instant change. His eyes a midnight black, brother told me this occurs when in the presence of a beast. I struggle to free myself from his grasp yet his hold on me merely tightens. He yanks my ankle again so that my knee is close to his face.
Bending down he opens his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick my wound. The more he licks the stinging sensations die and he frees me of my pain. My struggling stops, my cries turning into soft hiccups and I lay still waiting for him to finish. He licks until the blood dries and the wound closes.
My eyes widen as I look at the wound for mother told me bandages healed the wounds but I never knew there were other ways. Did wolves have the ability to do this? I peer back at him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand removing the traces of my blood.
"Does it still hurt?" He asks however this time his voice hold a softness to it.
"N-No." I whisper shaking my head. With a soft sigh, his fingers clamp around my hips and he lifts me with ease so I can stand on my two feet. He waits patiently till I regain my balance.
"Did I scare you?" He asks again and I meekly nod my head. "I apologize for that." He expresses regret.
"Thank you." I whisper looking at my feet.
"For what?" He queries whilst patting down his jeans dusting off the dirt that clung to them.
"For healing my wound." I reply peering up to look at him. Noticing that his eyes are on me I look away quickly only to receive a playful scoff from him.
"What is your name?" He questions whilst his fingers scour the flesh of his hands cleaning it off the mud.
"Theia." I reply. When I am met by nothing but silence I gain my courage to ask him his. "W-What is yours?" My voice quivers and I stutter. My hands meeting in front of my stomach I show him my manners.
"Phobos." He replies.
I finally muster the courage to meet his eyes and when I do his eyes light up as the stars do at night. His cheeks pull in and he offers me a wide smile with teeth. "Finally you looked at me. I was waiting you know?" He questions followed by a chuckle.
Seeing him smile as if he had no care in this world and that he meant no harm I smile with him showing him my teeth that are still in the process of growth.
The soft wind blows through the garden the cherry blossom petals raining down on us whilst the leaves dance to the music of the breeze. We gaze at each other with our big smiles and dirty clothes.
As our smiles turned into chuckles and finally into laughter the moon who hid that day clapped her hands for the two mates who were unaware that this was their very first meeting.
**A/N: **
Here are some somethings you need to know:
1. From this chappy onwards you will be able to understand the childood connection of the main leads, you shall be able to see their bond flourish. These chappies are crucial to truly feel their connection when they turn to adults and meet as true mates. Please do not confuse Phobos's adoration in the upcoming chappies for Theia as romantic feelings, follow and analyse their conversations thoroughly and you will see he adores her as one would adore a child.
2. Juveniles go through a physical and emotional process of transforming into wolves at the age of 16-18. But Phobos is not a regular male, he is very special for his wolf came alive within him very earlier on.
3. He doesn't recognize Theia as his mate yet because he has his wolf only emotionally and it is still growing with him. Only when he goes through the physical transformation he will recognize Theia as his mate.
4. Phobos is very different from normal werewolves as he and his wolf will grow to be equal whilst he grows. What this means is that usually the human part of werewolves tend to have more control over their beasts and can bring them to the surface or push them back easily. However, Phobos and his wolf will have equal power which means they both will not have control over the other. And for this reason he will be feared.
5. Phobos his current age is 14 and there is a 9 year age-gap between him and Theia.
**CAUTION: **This book will be an emotional rollercoaster but it will be grow to become an addiction you cannot relieve yourself of :)