A peek into my life
Rain POV
A decade has passed- My Nana, Mrs. Flora Stevens, still tells me Alpha Adrian's story when we work together in our garden. I silently keep listening. Trust me, I have tried so many times to tell her that these stories are plain myths- But she wouldn't listen. I figure- the easiest way out here is to keep listening to her.
So many things have changed in my life... Well for starters - werewolf stories do not fascinate me anymore. Guess what- I grew up. However, We do pray at the Altar of the light - Which is a temple dedicated to the Moon Goddess. Our ancestors prayed there. Nana says that's what traditions and cultures are all about. You need to follow it blindly and you're not supposed to question it. Truth is- I love Nana. When I follow her traditions and rituals, it makes her happy. I know the generation I belong to I should probably laugh it off. But she is my only family left- If we won't care and look out for each other's happiness, then who would?
We both live in the valley of the Avon-view hills, Virginia. Avon View is a mountain with a smaller adjacent valley area. It looks like nature has shaped our valley with its choicest landscape and sprinkled a little magic on top of it.
We have a spring running nearby, with the most colorful grass flowers growing randomly, making the meadow even more stunning. Our mornings start with the songbirds, the parrots, the hummingbirds singing all around- cattle grazing in the meadow- Deer, rabbits, and squirrels running around making our tiny little town feel alive. Every season gives our valley a distinct view, I am not sure which one I should say is my favorite- because every season brings out the best of nature in our tiny little place that I call my home.
However, that's not the only best thing about it. There are two other mountains near Avon View- they are situated at such an angle that you could say it looks like a triangle from a birds-ey view. But the mountains are not so visible from the valley. You must go all the way up to the Altar of light situated on top of Avon-view Mountain to be able to see this breathtaking view of the trios. The mountain that stands to my right- we call it the Grim Highlands, the one to my left is the Lone Crescent. These trios hold an ancient and dense forest inside the triangular areas. You could see it from the top of the temple, but no one has ever dared to explore it.
when you stand at the altar of the light to perform rituals and the moon rises bright between grim highlands and lone crescent, it feels like heaven just descended on earth. A view that will force all nature lovers onto their knees. But considering we are a very small community; we don't allow visitors to our heritage site to avoid unnecessary disputes.
I moved to the valley when I was around seven years old. But I was born in the city of Carlton, Virginia- which is nothing less than a metropolitan. I went to an amazing school there, I had so many friends too. But I guess I ran out of luck, Mommy passed away from an accident. I was just a little girl, It became increasingly hard for us to manage and live without her. We moved back with Nana to our farmhouse. It was a good decision indeed as later that year Daddy died of a snake bite while working on the farm. Hadn't it been for Nana, I sure would have gotten into weird stuff teens do when they get depressed. She homeschooled me until middle grade. But that made my life just sadder and glossophobia. I'm very grateful and happy that I had Nana standing beside me through all my ups and downs, but nothing makes up for the fact that I had lost my parents, and I had no friends.
After middle school Nana started realizing that I needed to go out She enrolled me in Ridgeview high school- It doesn't matter because that's a little far from our farm. So, I anyways don't have many friends living near me. It's just Nana and I living together and caring for each other to make our incomplete life bearable. And Yes... I almost forgot to mention one most important thing- We pray to the moon goddess together too. Ha ha.
The Moon goddess's appearance changes each month- our ancestors thought it would be better if we prayed to the goddess in twelve different ways. And today there is going to be the rarest blue moon. If Nana's story were true- the lone werewolves find their mates today... I mean other werewolves find their mate when they turn twenty-one but some rare kinds of wolves are hand-picked by destiny to find their mates today.. umm... of course in a fantasy world... ha-ha...
But the real thing is- it's my birthday too. I turned 18 today. I never thought of celebrating my birthdays after Mom and Dad passed away. Worrying and working up Nana about it- is the last thing on my mind. So every birthday, I try to shake off my loneliness and pretend I'm cool with everything going on in my life. As a teen, sometimes, not being able to get my way out of it sure makes me furious. But who will I share this with? Nana? She is old, she barely manages herself. I don't want to burden her with my problems.
As I was tangled in my thoughts, the school bus reached my stop. I rushed out, jumped off the steps, and started pacing toward my home.
'I've got to help Nana in preparation today. We have to walk up to the altar before the moon rises. I thought to myself. Of course, Nana is getting older, she needs help. Mommy used to help her with the ritual. Every full moon We used to drive back to the farmhouse from Carlton- We used to have so much fun. But she is no more. So, I press down every complaint I have from life and help Nana.