THE RUBY

It didn't seem as though she wanted to go there. But she had to. It was told by some that whoever went there never turned back. That night she had several nightmares. She couldn't stop thinking of any of them. It kept poking her mind every time she thought about the Ruby.

Then, the time arrived when she had to leave and face all the odds. As she passed the ancient gate of Viltra, the soft breeze of air turned ferocious. The bluish beautiful sky turned into a silver evil one. The silver shades of clouds became molten silver, swirling, ripples radiating. She heard a man screaming, she wasn't able to make out why. She wasn't able to find where it was coming from. Suddenly the clouds started running away from her view. There was a deafening thunder without even clouds.

She wanted to go back but at the same time, she wanted to keep up the promise she gave to her late Dad. To safely keep this precious Ruby in his old house on a full moon night. She didn't know why, but what ran in her mind was just to keep up the promise she gave to her Dad in his last breath.

As she walked, she heard some footsteps getting louder and louder. She turned to see who was following her. She couldn't find anything.  

Suddenly, she heard a stern voice from a derelict house a few meters away. She twisted the handle of the door, it creaked, and the sound becoming whispers that filled the room, urging her to run for fear that she ended up lost and lonely. The door slammed as she entered the House. There was no exit. The grounds moaned with age. She was barely able to see anything but the Ruby she held tight in her sweaty palms glistened. She couldn't hear the stern voice.

All of a sudden, something twitched at her, something with an icy grip...

Straining to break free from the icy grip of the unknown, she turned her head with aching distress to see what she believed she would not see. A strange figure or rather figures flickering in front of her. Her goosebumps peeked out of her skin, her legs winced and she howled to go back. 

On her quest for the exit door her eyes caught a Book that had the same Ruby on it! She hastily flipped through the pages. She came across a line that said "whoever has the Ruby, I shall not spare you", she felt agitated and understood that the Ruby was not just a gemstone.

She warily read throughout and wondered how her Dad got this Ruby since it was the Ruby that the werewolves used to get when they return to their human form for the first time! And are told to keep the Ruby safe and return it when they know they will never become one again. 

Then, she also discerned that it is the King of the werewolves who give the rubies to others. It continued, "The Ruby has to be kept safely below the King's Throne. She looked around for the King's Throne. A box under a throne surrounded with rubies faraway caught her view. She hurried towards it to keep the Ruby and made sure not get caught by the strange figures flickering over again. 

The box with rubies fluoresced to her eyes. She could not scrutinize it. The ruby her Dad gave was enormous than the ones there. She hung back for a moment. All of a sudden, the strange figures that flickered were back. She blinked back her tears and looked keenly to the figures, and noticed that all of them were clones of each other. The figure looked acquainted with her.

The enigmatic figure by no means, make a move it was just a flutter statue. A while passed, those strange figures spotted to be much keen, she was thunderstruck spotting her very own Dad behind the enigmatic figures.

"Dad!!... Dad!!!" she called. He turned out with a rough masking expression and he pointed towards the throne. She ruptured into a deep brief without noticing her Dad's point of view. Her intolerance voiced "Dad why were you scaring me? Why are you doing this?" as saying she shrieked. He said nothing nor blazed yet again pointed towards the throne.

She was perplexed what he meant, she went to the throne sighting a title that said 'Zachariah' her Dad. Her phenomenal voice sounded "Why is your name here?" impatiently asked. He said I am the writer of the Book, I am the one who gives the Rubies, me the 'King of Viltra' and it is me who will never spare any of who don't return the ruby.

She was shocked to hear that. "So you are a werewolf?" her voice became loud strident. The 'King of Viltra' took her down the memory lane narrating, "I was 29 when I first became one among, my Parents were stupefied, they tend to rehabilitate me though every step doomed.

They least spared me, I was nomade loitering on fluttered streets in the silence of darkness. Once, I saw people seriously talking about a boy two years younger than me, he was alike in the parallel path, that dint lay hold of in our lives we beamed to survive. Their path led them to Viltra, noticing that we are not only one. I was stunned to see umpteen, chucked out home where among few to be orphans, few were raced badly by nationalists.

It is an untold fact that you are an adopted child, I saw you here in Viltra" Her voice fluttered with anxiety "What? How did I come here? Who am I born to?" she appalled. The 'King of Viltra replied "neither I know your clone", you were all alone tiny little girl aged three when I sighted you chasing a cat".

"As you grew, I saw you becoming one too" said the 'King of Viltra'. She startled pulsing hard taking some deep breath away dumbstruck.