Chapter 3 Chosen Or Cursed

Chapter 3

Jax POV

I stepped into the room drenched with sweat.

Perspiring heavily like I had done a marathon and rigorous round of sex with fifty different women.

I could not stand properly, my towering and intimidating posture denied me. Thanks to the aids that had supported my movement out of the shrine.

Like a warrior who had just come back from a hard fought battle.

That fucking who I am. I went and I conquered.

Barely a few hours back I was with the gods. The place looks awry and terrifying. The smell of blood and animal flesh and dry skull enveloped me.

For three hours, I was instructed to lie on a bedlike rock. To receive from the gods but nothing. Only the disturbing sound of houseflies disturbing my ear. And the hollow distance sound of drums perching on my eardrums.

No one is monitoring me, only me and the sound of birds hovering in the air. Thanks to the guard who had been outside. Waiting for my exit from the cave. Maybe, that would have been my end.

History has it that anyone who doesn't survive means is a polluted blood , he is a bastard who had cunningly put in the kingship family to dine with the real heirs. If he is picked by the gods he would be struck by the gods when he gets to the cave to dine with the gods.

I was told that after three hours in the cave, I would hear the distant trumpet from the guards from outside the shrine.

If I make it,

Hooray! , a king is born and I can go home and inherit the seat of my ancestors and bless the pack.

History had it that six out of ten people that get into the shrine do not make it out alive. Not only because they are bastards but they had done some grievous and hidden sins in the eyes of the moon goddess and their hands had been filled with innocents' blood.

Does this really what it?

I never wanted to do this, but just had to, I held firm to the promise I gave my father. He had compelled me to promise him that the kingship will not be taken away from our family royal lineage and given to others who have been waging war against his death. His enemies had been Praying for him not to survive the protracted sickness.

His death was excruciating and he experienced a protracted illness before his death.

On his sick bed, he held my hand, I felt the energy in his feeble hands.

Jax," he coughed blood staining his lips, "Father please rest." Wiping his face with a piece of cloth.

" P...Promise me..." His voice grew feebled with little life in it.

No..." he hissed, trying to force the last words from his dried lips." listen son, for the crowning, the elders, they will dine and wine with you. They will frustrate you, promise you won't budge, promise me you won't give the crown to these people..." his words were caught short lived by coughing.

"Father relax..." I tried to palm him on his chest.

I had nearly sat in the office where my late father received visitors, held meetings and took care of private pack matters, when Dorien Vexhood the chief elders council and the chief crown bearer stepped into the room.

His Footsteps terrifying, huge enough to uproot the building from its roots.

Anytime he marched like that in my room or office my instinct always tells, is here with another news. Mostly from the gods. I watched how he destroys my dad in this way.

No one is to be blamed except my father, they had been friends ever since childhood and also he is the chief diviner of our pack.

Packed with some mystic power to frightened and quivers. people termed him the left ear of the gods in the pack , mostly because of the things had done in the pack through his mystic power.

I knew he was the one. His long staff and some funny tweaking beads which wrapped round it makes , the staff make some funny sounds as he uses to walk.

He stepped in the room.

"Y...you made it Jax..." he stammered, shocked, painted on his face, "... Sorry... my lord."

He stared at me like an imaginary thing or special being who had come back from the land of no return.

He looked everywhere in the room, as if some gods had accompanied me in.

"Yes I made it." I replied "is there any problem in that?"

I tried to put on the courage based on the warning my late father had given me.

"Noo..." he continued " Your people are waiting for you now in the palace for the blessing from their new king."

"You can go, I will join them in a jiffy." I commanded. I need to shower, change my clothes and put on a new look as the new king of stormfang pack."

He was about to step out when he uttered "congratulations you made it my lord, long live the king."

"Thanks."I hardly responded, all I cared about was to sip from the bottle of bourbon in front of me to calm my brain.

Until it occur to me and I asked,

"Is my Luna around?"