The rise of the forgotten blood

"Morning, Dad!" Emily said cheerfully, her face beaming with smiles as her father emerged down the stairs clad in his shirts and trousers neatly tucked with shiny black Tomford shoes.

"Morning sunshine, all ready for school yeah? " Mr Carter asked his daughter as he always loved to see her radiant face in the morning. At least she lit up his day, disregarding the fact that he was always at the hospital and barely had time to take care of her.

"Yes, but Alice says you didn't have dinner last night; I still have much time before school, so we can wait to have breakfast because I'm actually really famished," Emily said, smiling as she cleared the dining table and pulled out a chair for her father to sit on.

Tom had no choice because he knew there was no convincing his daughter; he reluctantly had his seat, staring at Emily as if she was punishing him.

"You know, Dad, you always told me when I was little, My sunshine, you have to eat well so the worms won't eat your belly up and cause you to have an ulcer, mum wouldn't like that and that is exactly what I'm applying here; Mum wouldn't want you to get ulcer either, right mum? "Emily stated as she faced her mum's photo that hung on the dining wall smiling.

She was always like that and she made Tom's heart melt whenever she spoke to her mother as if she was alive. To Tom, Emily was the strongest girl he ever met, not because she was his daughter but because she was a fighter.

Emily survived a ghastly accident that took her mother's life and left her in a coma when she was just three.

A lot of people thought she wouldn't make it, but she did after three years of being in a coma and, in fact, with all her neurological senses intact, something the medical field has never experienced a miracle.

Those days were the darkest for Tom, but when his daughter woke up, he could remember that feeling of hope that came over him, that rush of happiness; she brought back light into his life; she was his sunshine.

Emily restored everything dead in Tom back to life; so many years had passed, and she grew up quite well.

Emily was the exact replica of her mother, she had hazel brown eyes, ivory skin, a sharp-turned nose, and thin lips that exposed her perfect set of glistening white teeth whenever she smiled. She was a beauty with brains just like Racheal.

"Breakfast is ready to be served, Miss Carter! " Alice, their old housekeeper, said from the kitchen.

"Coming... I'll be right back, Dad," Emily said as she gave her father another soothing smile before heading toward the kitchen for food inspection.

* * *

"Bye, love you, Dad," Emily said as she kissed her father goodbye before rushing down the car frantically on sighting her best friend.

"Beth! " Emily called out as she ran to catch up with her.

"Hey," Beth said, smiling as she turned to see Emily.

"Hi... " Emily managed to reply, trying to catch her breath.

"You should save those athletic moves for the Roger finals, Em, not trying to spend another day pestering me" Beth jokingly said.

"C'mon, Miss Bucker, I'd do anything to spend my whole life disturbing you, girl," Emily replied sarcastically.

The school bell rang in the distance, breaking the moment.

"Come on," Emily said, grabbing Beth's hand. "Let's get to class before Mrs. Caldwell decides to make us the subject of her morning lecture."

"I know, right? With her four-eyed wigs," Beth joked as they both walked hand in hand to the classroom, giggling.

* * *

Emily looked out the window as her mind wandered away and the voice of the teacher echoed faintly in the background.

Suddenly, she saw a strange beast in the field, a wolf; it was snarling at her as if it was wounded as it continued to growl and make uneasy movements.

She looked around to check if anyone was looking but she seemed to be the only one seeing the strange beast.

Emily looked the wolf straight in the eye, and she could feel her hormones trying to reach out to the beast. Then, all of a sudden, Emily began to hear familiar words in her head as if the beast was speaking to her.

"Ezudabasi luma akoko mako ebbaho kama si kurizoni lerago! " meaning "Great warrior, it's time for you to awaken, be careful because the enemy is on watch."

Emily heard clearly; these were the same words from the strange woman that always appeared in her dreams, and she had no idea how she could even understand the strange language.

It started as a silent chant, but as the wolf continued to move swiftly as if in pain, the volume increased as if it was being recited by a large crowd. The chant was heavy with strange emotions and Emily began to feel nauseous.

"Emily! Is everything okay?" Mr Shank, the Physics teacher, called out as he noticed Emily's distraction and the sparkle of fear in her eyes, bringing her back to reality.

"Ummm... Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir," Emily replied as she tried to take the imagination out of her head.

"You good Em?" Beth asked as she turned back to look at Emily, her expression filled with worry.

"Yeah, sure, just got distracted a little bit," Emily replied, reassuring Beth.

Something called out to her from the field again; Emily tried hard to concentrate, but suddenly she heard the same voice in her head again, sharpened with urgency and fear. "Ragaaa! " meaning "Run!" Then suddenly, a loud howl followed, deeper and laced with hatred and war.

Emily looked out the field immediately to be faced with a dirty black wolf with sharp yellow eyes and a big scar that drew a long line from underneath its eyes to the jaw.

"Long time no see Lycanthar! " Emily heard the beast say, followed by a peal of wicked laughter, but before she could comprehend, the beast attacked and jumped at her.

"Emily... Emily.... " Those were the last words Emily heard before everything went black.