Chapter 3 – The Forbidden Seed

• ~ MELONIE ~
• I went ice-cold, horrified, some news is just too thick to be accepted.
• I felt like I had been dropped into a dark abyss, with no safety net to catch me.
• “I-I- I am- what did you say I am?” I stammered, refusing to accept whatever she had just said.
• “I’ll move on to the next question,” She retorted, uninterested in repeating what she said a few seconds ago.
• “A lot of things are after you, those that killed your Mundane parents are Apex predators,” she stated.
• “I already know that… I guess they came for me, didn’t they?” I retorted.
• “Who sent them to find me?” I asked, in an attempt to know who my enemies were.
• “Don’t waste your time, Melonie, your enemies are too many, you can’t name them all,” she declared.
• “Who commanded those things to kill my mother?” I yelled out in fury.
• “And what would you do? What can you do?” She asked and scoffed.
• “Tell me,” I retorted.
• “Your father, your real father… he wants you dead,” she blurted out.
• I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. My mind raced, but my body felt paralyzed. I wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. But I couldn't move.
• “My father is still alive…why does he want me dead?” I stammered, unable to comprehend how mean he could be to want his daughter dead.
• “You are a threat to his strength, Melonie. Two powerful beings from different realms came together and bore a seed. Do you know how powerful you are?” She stated, gawking at me in pity.
• “It's a lot of Budden to carry,” she added.
• “And my mother…where is my mother?” I asked, returning her stare.
• “She died during childbirth; you were not like other children. She was the sacrifice for your birth,” she blurted out.
• With that, my world came crashing down around me, leaving me shattered and broken.
• “You shall watch every single person around you, everyone you love, die as a sacrifice for your safety,” she declared.
• The word struck me hard, my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled.
• “If I should be dead, then why am I here? Why did people save me? Tell me why!!!” I screamed in agony.
• “Because you can also be the savior,” she retorted.
• “What does that mean?” I asked, clutching onto my hair in frustration.
• “You need to find out that answer yourself,” she responded.
• “How do I get in? I was locked out because I couldn't go in,” I requested, too sad to cry.
• “By accepting who you are. By accepting that you are the forbidden seed, by accepting that your existence is a nightmare to every realm. You are Melonie Aeron…The forbidden seed!” She responded brutally. And with that, she disappeared into thin air.
• “WAIT!!!” I yelled, but my cry for help was rejected.
• “Don't go… I need…” I whispered, breaking down in uncontrollable tears.
• I wept with depths of sorrow that shook my entire body as if the weight of my grief was crushing me.
• “Who am I?” I muttered as bitter tears scalded my cheeks, a physical manifestation of the pain that seared my heart.
• “I am Melonie Aeron… The forbidden seed,” I started will all acceptance and unwaveringly.
• I felt an unexpected rush of power, as if my muscles had been electrified, as I lifted the weight with ease.
• My body flooded with a newfound vitality, and I summoned the strength to overcome the obstacle that had seemed insurmountable.
• My eyeballs turned yellow, and my ears soared like a wolf with my hands covered in flames.
• A sudden jolt of energy ignited within me as if my muscles had been electrified. Surrounding my entire body as I lifted the weight with ease.
• “What the hell is this?” I whispered, surprised.
• “Dragon blaze,” a lady's voice rang in my ears.
• I glanced at her in shock, and suddenly, I was surrounded by a lot of people.
• “What just happened?” I asked, surprised.
• “You lifted your Budden and activated who you truly are. It gave you access to the gates of this institute,” she warmly responded, smiling.
• “Welcome home,” they said in unison.
• “Home? Are you all like me?” I couldn't help but ask with the warm welcome I received.
• “Not exactly, you are a half-cast from two different realms, like a werewolf hybrid …we are a lycanthropic dragon, we create blaze, breathe it out, and control it while You are a dragon wolf, the most powerful creature existing, realms upon realms shall flee at the sight of you. Even the most powerful people can’t hurt you,” she declared.
• “If I am dangerous, why did your people save me? Why does everyone here welcome me? You called it my home,” I retorted, confused.
• “Because we are your people. Your mother was also a lycanthropic dragon, our leader. A mighty warrior,” she declared warmly.
• “Y-you know my mother?” I stammered sadly, I had to hear of my mother from a stranger.
• “No! None of us has seen your mother except for the old leaders we have. She is a legend, someone we’ll praise forever…we were taught about her, how she saved our realm, and how she died. But that’s all we know,” She calmly responded.
• “You were also our legend; we were taught about you. The child who was frozen for 1000 years. A dragon wolf, something that never existed. I could never have imagined that one day I’d be standing in front of a legend. I’m so thrilled to meet you. I’m Clara,” she stated happily.
• “Hi Clara, I’m Melonie. I’m honored to meet you, too,” I softly retorted, sending her a fake smile because, still, I was not happy.
• “I know who you are; everyone here knows who you are. Come, let me show you to your room,” Clara suggested, holding my hand kindly to point me the way.
• As we walked over, I felt the weight of their fearful stares, like a thousand daggers piercing my skin, as they cowered in my presence.
• I saw the fear in their eyes, like a reflection of my own darkness, as they trembled before me.
• “They are scared of me,” I whispered, disappointed.
• “It's normal, Melonie, only you here don’t know who you are, but we all do. They will get over it; you just have to prove it to them,” Clara stated, tapping my shoulders to assure me.
• “What exactly am I to prove to them?” I asked, unsure.
• “That you are not the monster they hope you won't become,” Clara blurted out.
• “I won't hurt anyone,” I argued, assured.
• “People change,” Clara protested.
• “I can’t even hurt a fly, Clara,” I retorted.
• “Well, I assure you, soon you will be able to hunt a tiger,” she responded and smirked.
• “And where do you think you are taking her to?” an elderly woman's voice echoed behind us.
• “Good day, ma’am… I’m taking her to her room, ma’am, she must be exhausted,” Clara stated respectfully.
• “How dare you make that decision on your own? She’s dangerous, she belongs in a cage. At least until we are sure you won't get us killed.
• “Lock her up!!!”