Chapter 8--Split Chapter

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)

I was honestly totally willing to get down and dirty there in the meadow. It would have been romantic if Rian had taken me there because it was one of my favorite places. Though this wouldn’t have been my first time having sex, it would have been OUR first time having sex together and I wasn’t so sure that I wanted to do that in the middle of the meadow. After we got back to the palace and shifted back into our human forms, we walked up to my floor where we parted ways to take showers and put on clean clothes for dinner. I was still having this nagging feeling about my dream and what happened last night when I shifted. Rian STILL hadn’t explained anything regarding that. I suppose dinner will be my moment of opportunity to get some answers. I meet Rian in the hall, and we walk together down to the dining room much like we did this morning for breakfast, only this time my parents were at the table along with my siblings and Rian’s Beta, Killian.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s eat!” My father says and everyone starts to dig in.

Winter, how am I supposed to bring this up to mom and dad? I’m honestly nervous about what they are going to tell me.

There’s no need to be nervous Mo, you just want to know what we are, and Mother Selene and Mother Danu have expressed to me that I am not to be the one to tell you.

That is seriously so fucking unhelpful.

“Mom, what happened last night? I know that I shifted but you, dad, and Rian were talking about something, but I wasn’t able to understand what that was.”

I see my mother’s eyes go wide and she nervously looks at my father.

“I don’t see why you are so nervous about telling her Raya, it’s just a fact that she is a tribrid.” My father states.

Umm, what? There’s no such thing as tribid’s, there are HYBRID’S but never have there been any tribrids. There is no way that I am one.

“Shut the fuck up,” I state in utter disbelief, and that brings my mother back to Earth.

“Morrigan Faith, you watch that mouth of yours or I will have you washing it out with soap, young lady.” My mother says through clenched teeth.

“I can’t be a tribrid, there’s no such thing! And even if there was, I don’t even know what I am other than a wolf.”

“You are a wolf/spell caster/elf tribrid,” My father states.

“So do we know anyone who was either mated to a hybrid spell caster/elf, elf/wolf, or wolf/spell caster or any combination thereof?”

The table goes silent before Rian clears his throat and says, “The only person I know of who was mated to a hybrid, was King Conri. He was a full werewolf but his mate, Queen Amelie, was a hybrid spell caster/elf.”

“Well, that can’t be right, there has to be someone else mated to a hybrid because you told me this morning that King Conri’s mate and child both died after their mate tether was severed during the coup.” I retorted.

“I’m just telling you what I know, Princess, that’s the only person I know of who was mated to a hybrid. I’m not saying that there hasn’t been anyone else since then.”

“How long ago were they killed?”

“Nineteen years ago, on the night of the Winter Solstice.”

Wait, the Winter Solstice? Last night was the Winter Solstice too, and my birthday is becoming even more confusing than it was before. So much for it being easy to find out who my birth parents are and trust me, it’s not like I don’t love and adore my adoptive family, I just want to know why I was given up. I just want to know who my birth parents are and whether they ever loved me to begin with.

(Unknown P.O.V)

We are sitting along the borders of Khisfire waiting for the spellcasters to show up. Goddess, I hate them, but for this to work, we need them, and they need us. For too long our kind has been shoved aside, being treated as abominations for the kind of magic we wield. We’ve been outcasts for long enough in our respective kingdoms and it’s time we make our mark and take our rightful places.

“Goddess, when are these spell casters going to be here? We don’t have all night to wait around or else we’ll be caught because that’s the last thing that we need.” Silas complains.

Silas, like myself, is a dark Fae with the ability to inflict hysteria on any individual, causing them to become confused, disoriented, and all the while going slowly but steadily mad. He makes people see their truest and deepest fears, using them to his advantage to get what he wants, which makes him a powerful ally in all of this. I trust him about as far as I can throw him, which, in all honesty, wouldn’t be very far. He’s a big ass dude and I’m at least a foot shorter than him and about a hundred pounds lighter. My gift, on the other hand, is the ability to inflict diseases or other afflictions upon anyone I want.

The sound of a twig snapping brings me out of my thoughts, making Silas and myself kneel out of sight in case this person happens to be part of the royal guard. Once we can see the individual clearly, it’s Beatrix, one of the dark spell casters we were meeting. We get up from our positions and make our way to her.

“Beatrix, what took you so long, and where is Ganon?” Silas asks.

“Ganon is currently in the dungeons and set to be executed tomorrow.” She replies.

“What the fuck happened?” I say through clenched teeth. This couldn’t possibly be happening. If Ganon ruined our plans, I will kill him myself.

“He was caught in the royal graveyard using his necromancy to raise one of the former dark kings from the grave. Didn’t think anyone would be in that particular part of the graveyard apparently.”

“Why was he being so reckless?! He knows how important this plan is, and he goes and screws the pooch, getting himself caught! He was our strongest necromancer!” I whisper yelled.

“Calm down, Calida. He had others he was teaching in secret, who showed necromancy ability. They may not be as strong as him individually, but together they are,” Beatrix responds.

I can’t believe this is happening right now. Ah fuck it, we need to get to the point and figure out our next steps.

“What has been going on, on your side of the plan?” Beatrix continues.

“No changes, we are continuing to watch things closely and our mole in the palace has given us vital information about when the transfer of power will take place,” Silas says.

“And nothing about Princess Morrigan?”

“What about her? She isn’t anything special, she just turned 20 and is a werewolf.” I state, confused by her question.

“Well, that isn’t what our king and queen heard from their son, she is not only a werewolf, but she is also part spell caster and part elf. Making her a tribrid, according to the prince,” Beatrix states.

How is that possible? There has never been a tribrid in our histories and we have traced our histories as far back as possible, preparing for the perfect time to strike! What does this mean for our plans? Surely it wouldn’t change anything, but I swear to the Goddess that if there is some obscure prophecy about some dumbass tribrid I’m going to pitch myself off a cliff.

“So, what does that have to do with us and our plans?” Silas asks, breaking the silence.

“Well, we know that she will be stronger physically than what is normal, and her senses will be more heightened than before, but I don’t think she will have the proper training to wield her magic, so I doubt that she will be a true threat to us.” Beatrix answers.

“Look in your hall of prophecy and see if you can find anything, since we couldn’t find anything in our histories about a tribrid ever existing before,” I told her.

“You might also want to double-check those histories of yours, Calida, you may have overlooked something.” She says and walks away.

Fucking spell casters. I can’t wait for this to be over, and I can finally be free of them. Silas and I walk back to our house in the middle of the forest in silence, mulling over this new information. I seriously hope that the Goddess Danu is on our side with this and that Beatrix doesn’t find any prophecy.

“Calida, what do you think this means for us, now that the last Princess is a tribrid?” Silas asks as we walk through the front door of our house.

“I’m not sure, I don’t feel like it means anything considering she will be leaving for Máni with her fleabag mate,” I reply.

I really can’t stand werewolves. We sit in silence pondering what this really could mean for us, and I have a gut feeling that it won’t be good.