## The Truth
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Part 1 - [Full Moon](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-1-full-moon), Part 2 - [Witching hour](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-2-or-or-witching-hour),
Part 3 - [Awake](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-3-awake), Part 4 - [Crystal](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-4-crystal),
Part 5 - [Answers](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-5-answers), Part 6- [The Threat](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-6-the-threat)
Part 7- [The Others](https://steemit.com/fiction/@whitewizard/nightprowler-part-7-the-others)
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*Hello, Chloe.*
The man's rough voice rings in my ears, an echo only in my mind. It was the exact way he had greeted when he had approached me earlier. When he had deceived and used me to put the killing spell on Donnie. I stare into his face in the light from the cauldron sparks and the flame. His expression is impassive, his eyes hard --a far cry from the kind, concerned and caring countenance he had adopted before. As I see this, a slow-burning heat begins to rise from my chest into my head, and then steals through my limbs to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Suddenly, I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not numb.
I'm furious.
"You!" I growl.
"Yes, me," he replies calmly. His eyes dart around the dark chamber. "I'm sorry about all these, er... *unpleasantness*."
Someone scoffs. It's the one called Mother, still standing in front of the cauldron. "Sorry? Sorry, Greyfather?" She says coolly, but I can hear the anger brewing underneath. "You've been trying to eliminate us for centuries!"
"*'Us'*? Now surely I can't kill *you*, can I?" The man, Greyfather replies. "But I *can* stop the spread of your aberrations and end your plans forever."
"Oh no, you can't! You may try, but I will always stop you, no matter what. Look how low you've sunk --how desperate are you that you've sent an innocent couple to death, just to get to us?"
Greyfather scoffs.
I see red at once. "You deceived me!" I scream at him.
He turns back to me. Now, I see something like pity in his eyes and this fuels my anger more. What right has he to feel pity after what he has done to me and Donnie? Notwithstanding his power, I want to hurl myself at him, but I'm afraid to leave my place near Donnie's body. It's no longer writhing like before, just spasming every few seconds. He's dying.
"Stop this!" I scream again, tears glistening in my eyes. "Reverse it!"
Greyfather shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Chloe, but I can't. And I can't let them do it either. I wish I could."
The tears spill out, gushing down my face. My anger is gone, replaced by an intense sorrow. "But why?" I cry. "Why?!"
Greyfather takes a step closer to me. On my other side, the nightprowlers bristle instantly. The Others stiffen up, ready to fight. The atmosphere is so tense, it's almost cackling with electricity.
But I don't care. I just want my Donnie back.
"Chloe," Greyfather begins, "For you to understand, you must know the Truth --the truth about the world and it's mystical energies, the truth about us and the nightprowlers, and the truth about your boyfriend, Donald."
Apart from the sizzling of the cauldron and the tense breaths of both the Nightprowlers and the Others, the chamber is dead quiet.
"You see," Greyfather continues, "outside what you would call the normal flow of life, mystical energies exist. There are those who can harness these different energies to different degrees --witches and wizards, sorcerers,true seers, and we, the elves, oldest of all sentient beings."
Despite myself, I'm startled. *Elves*?
"We're all different. Witches and wizards have a more *spiritual* aspect than others --their power comes from the mystical energies of higher beings from other dimensions. Sorcerers have no natural ability, but learn to us spells and artifacts to channel mystical energy and perform magic themselves. True seers are blessed only with the gift of seeing the mystical world and through any deceptions cast by it's energies. They are able to show these to others, but do not have any power to use those energies. And we, elves, have the natural ability to get power from the mystical energies of our own dimension, our own world. Most of these come from the Sun --the stars are the great custodians of the energies that created our universe.
"But then, a few centuries ago, one of us, a female elf called Myoriel --*Bluemother* in your tongue --decided she wanted even more power, and a following of her own. And she performed a forbidden ritual and took power from a source no one dared touch --the adulterated energies from the moon, for only these could she gift to mere humans. And that was the beginning of the NIghtprowlers."
His eyes flicker to Mother, and suddenly, I realise who she is --the female elf from the tale who created the nightprowlers. The one they called 'mother' was almost literally their mother, from an act performed centuries ago.
"By the time we realised what had been done, Bluemother had fled. We gave chase and tried to hunt her down, but it was too late. All around the world, nightprowlers were already being born. Because she too had taken power from the moon, she could sense them and track them, and slowly, she brought them together, all feminine like herself. And as more were born, so did the powers they had grow stronger and stronger.
"The only spell we could cast to stop them could only be done through the elf Bluemother herself, to reverse the one she had cast, and we knew we could never get close enough to do that. As it was, we couldn't even find her! So we tried to take down the abominations one by one, for you see, because of the dark and impure source of their powers, the nightprowlers would always go bad. They were poisoning the societies of the world, wrecking havoc, taking whatever they wanted by force and dark spells, hurting people and using their powers indiscriminately --not for the good of the World, of course, but for their own selfish desires. We had to stop them! But we had no idea how.
"Then the oldest, wisest and most learned elves got it. See, the nightprowlers being born were getting stronger and stronger, their powers closer and closer to that of their creator. But although she was female and couldn't change her gender, there would come a time when the magic of the nightprowler born would be too great to hold in a female vessel. That particular moon-child would be male, and would be so similar in powers to Bluemother that our spell would work through him.
"That male, Chloe, was Donald. For once, we searched and found him on time. But the spell would never work unless he had been brought to full power and only Bluemother herself could do that. So, we watched and waited, and watched and waited, and finally, last night she met him, and Donald became fully strengthened. Of course, he didn't know how to use his powers yet --once he did, we would never be able to get to him. As it was, we had to send a True Seer first to let him see the truth and thus weaken him before you could meet him and activate the spell. Then, with a spell I had cast on you, we followed you here to make sure it works. I'm sorry, Chloe, but we had to do it. It's a necessary evil --it's time this darkness stops."
I shake my head in despair. "But --no--," I stutter in tears. "That's *not* Donnie. Donnie is *good*. He's caring and peaceful and kind to everyone!"
"Maybe he was, but immediately he became a full nightprowler, all that was changed. You noticed it, didn't you? Chloe, if Donnie had learnt the full extent of his powers, all would have been lost, and not just for us, but for the world. You see, Bluemother didn't just want followers. She was creating a dark, super race to rule the world and the mystical world. Just before he was turned, when he was still susceptible to her powers, she put a love spell on him for the one called Crystal, so they would procreate and birth the strongest of all mystical beings in the world. And once he was turned, that spell solidified. There's no going back. Even if he doesn't die, he will never come back to you, Chloe. He has been made to love Crystal, and will be loyal to Bluemother and her evil plans!"
"Lies! All lies!" Bluemother shrieks. The cauldron flames blaze, filling the chamber with light for an instant. "I see what you're doing, Greyfather --stalling and taking time so the boy dies without the counter-spell! It won't work!"
"You can't stop it, Myoriel!" Greyfather bellows back. "Even you can't take down all five of us and still conduct the ceremony. You might be powerful, but your girls are no match for us, with their purely *psychic* abilities and the level of their current pain!"
"Oh, aren't they?"
The nightprowlers were more than bristling now, but I could clearly see that they *were* in pain. As Donnie got closer to death, the pain they felt was increasing, But it wasn't going to stop them. They were going to fight.
Both parties were going to fight for the right to kill Donnie.
"Girls! Stop those men, and bring me the body!" Bluemother shrieks.
Suddenly, the chamber is filled with bright lights and loud bangs, and a flurry of movement. Some of the girls had glided forward --they were much more than before now-- and attacked the elves, and though these fought with more magic, they were almost matched by sheer number. Or maybe the nightprowlers' were using *psychic* attacks too, who knew?
The rest, Crystal the redhead among them, had dove for Donnie's body.
That was what did it --the sight of that redhead diving for his body, he who she had claimed to love, to take him to his death. I jump off my knees and dive forward too, since I was nearer, reaching him before they did. I throw my arms around him and clutch him tight. But the girls grab both Donnie and I and start dragging us apart, and I know that I could never hold on, not under the force of their number.
"Donnie!" I scream. "Donnie!!!"
I struggle fiercely, tears pouring down my face. But I was slipping off --holding on with just my hands now, barely my fingers. I was losing. They would have him. I would lose my Donnie forever.
I bend my face to his and give him a final kiss, full on the lips. Then with a great tug, I am pulled off him, and I know that I have lost.
This is the end.
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