The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.-Chapter 313: Awakening...
313 Awakening...
Lyla
As we approached the Northern side of the wall, I could see a few of the Ferals had reached the gates, but my own Ferals were holding them back. Behind them, three big Trinax stood quietly, observing.
My elite warriors – the twenty warriors specially trained to fight alongside a Moonsinger formed a tight circle around me the moment I arrived. Killian came to me immediately.
"Orders, Moonsinger?" he asked.
I assessed the situation as quickly as I could. Fighting them head-on with twenty people and a handful of our Ferals would be suicide, even with my powers. I needed at least ten minutes without interruption to get my powers up and running. I needed to reduce their number at least.
"Get me to a higher ground," I decided. "I need a clear line of sight to as many Ferals as possible."
Killian pointed to a watchtower that still stood near the gate. "There."
"Perfect."
We fought our way through the chaos, my guards forming an impenetrable barrier around me and Nanny. Twice we were nearly overwhelmed by Ferals, but each time my guards drove them back with their special crystal weapons.
When we reached the tower, I climbed quickly to the observation platform. From here, I could see the full horror of what we faced. The Dark One's army covered the entire horizon—Ferals, Trinax, and other creatures I couldn't even name.
"Nanny," I said urgently, "I need your strength for this."
She nodded, knowing what I meant. As a high priestess, she could channel energy to me, supporting my voice as I worked.
I closed my eyes, centring myself despite the battle raging below. Then I began to sing—not the gentle healing melody I'd used in the ritual, but something wilder, as always, I didn't know these lyrics. All I had to do prior was to imagine what I wanted to bring to life, and the lyrics came.
This wasn't a song of transformation but of awakening, designed to reach whatever humanity remained in the Ferals' corrupted minds.
The sound carried across the battlefield, amplified by some power beyond my understanding. I felt Nanny's energy flowing into me, strengthening my voice. Below, the nearest Ferals paused in their attack, heads tilting towards the sound of my voice as if they were listening.
"It's working," Killian murmured in amazement.
But then the Trinaxes that had come with the Ferals turned their heads toward the tower, all six eyes fixing on me with what felt like hatred. Before I could guess their next action, they charged at me, smashing through our Ferals as if they were nothing.
"Defend the tower!" Killian shouted to my Elite Warriors.
I couldn't stop singing. The song was working—dozens of Ferals were already standing down, their red eyes were slowly turning normal. If I broke now, they'd revert instantly.
The Trinaxes reached the base of the tower and began to climb, their giant claws tearing through stone and wood. The tower tilted under the new weight, but I couldn't stop either. I could see hundreds of Ferals sitting on their hind legs, staring at me. It was working
"Lyla, we need to move!" Nanny urged.
I shook my head, pouring more power into my song. Hundreds of Ferals were responding now, turning away from our warriors, some were even beginning to shift into their human forms.
The tower continued shaking as the Trinaxes climbed higher. It was only feet away from me when a massive shape slammed into it from the side—Ramsey in war form, nearly as large as the Trinaxes itself. They tumbled from the tower, crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs and snapping jaws.
I kept singing, even as tears streamed down my face at the sight of Ramsey battling the monster alone. More Ferals were turning, some now actively fighting against their former allies. The tide was shifting, but too slowly.
Nanny grabbed my arm. "New plan," she said firmly ",—the centre of the entrance of the gate. I had Terra work on drawing a ceremonial circle for you, just like how we did before the ritual. Are you ready?"
The second Trinax approached the tower, this one even larger than the first. The structure wouldn't survive another assault.
I kept singing, even as tears streamed down my face at the sight of Ramsey battling the monster alone. More Ferals were turning, some now actively fighting against their former allies. The tide was shifting, but too slowly.
The second Trinax approached the tower, this one even larger than the first. The structure wouldn't survive another assault.
Nanny grabbed my arm. "New plan," she said firmly ",—the centre of the entrance of the gate. I had Terra work on drawing a ceremonial circle for you, just like how we did before the ritual. Are you ready?"
I nodded, understanding immediately. The circle was designed to amplify a Moonsinger's voice, projecting it across the entire territory.
We abandoned the tower just as the second Trinax began to climb. My warriors formed a protective ring around us as we fought our way back through the chaos toward the entrance of the White Mountain Region. The battle had spread throughout the entrance now, with our warriors holding back the line.
Thankfully, a lot of the Ferals had weakened with all my singing, making it easier for the warriors to fight back.
When we finally reached the ceremonial circle, I was shocked to find Kieran and the other half of the former Ferals waiting.
"We've been waiting for you to come here," Kieran explained. "The circle is the only way to reach them all."
"Can you hold the perimeter?" I asked.
"With our lives," he promised.
I took my position in the centre of the circle, Nanny beside me. The former Ferals and my elite guard formed a double ring around us, with their weapons ready.
This time, when I began to sing, the effect was immediate and powerful. The circle's ancient standing stones, brought from the Moon Temple, glowed with blue light, channelling my voice outward in waves of visible energy. I could feel my song reaching every corner of White Mountain territory, touching every Feral within our borders.
The response was more dramatic than I'd dared hope. Hundreds, then thousands, of Ferals stopped fighting. Some collapsed, the transformation overtaking them. Others turned on the Trinax, their newfound humanity giving them the courage to fight against their former masters.
But the effort was draining me rapidly. Darkness edged my vision; my legs threatened to buckle. Nanny gripped my shoulders, lending me her strength, but even that wouldn't be enough to sustain me much longer.
"Just a little more," she encouraged. "You're turning the tide."
Through the haze of exhaustion, I saw Ramsey fighting his way toward the circle, still in war form, bloodied but undefeated. Seeing him gave me strength. I poured everything I had into one last, powerful note, but just before the darkness swallowed me, a movement caught my eye.
Racing towards Ramsey, who was fighting a Trinax with his eyes closed to avoid being bewitched, was someone dressed in a blue cloak. The person was coming with such speed, and with the way Ramsey's eyes were close, he would not see it.
Lenny was fighting beside him too, tackling a Trinax while Caius was fighting one of the Ferals that had refused to be turned. The figure in the blue cloak moved his hands, and that was when the glint from the dagger he was holding caught in the sunlight.
It was silver, alright. Silver and wolfsbane cannot kill a Lycan, but in their war forms, explicitly targeted at the head region, can cause brutal damage that has a high risk of leading to death.
I was tired. My vision was edging with blackness. Nanny was urging me to finish up, as I was already there. If I stopped now, thousands of Ferals would revert, but I had to save my mate. I had to save Ramsey.
Like a flash, the dream I had from the first Feral attack flitted into my mind. I'm standing in a field with a lot of dead bodies around me. Nathan and Ramsey had died too, lying next to each other in a pool of blood.
I turned around, wondering if this was it. The desperation that had led Neriah to take her own life after the sheer force of her powers killed her people. Corvus had manipulated her into using her powers to revive Thames and Rian.
In a bid to harvest her powers and use them to unlock the White Moon Throne. After realising her mistake, Neriah had sent her powers into a sword and had killed herself with it, stopping Corvus from using her powers.
Henceforth, the curse of every Moonsinger. Losing their powers to the Dark One and then using Neriah's power, which was the ultimate. The only power that can truly break the power of the White Moon Throne.
For centuries, The Dark One has waited, hoping to find who will wield Neriah's power, not just channelling it from her sword but wielding it as if it were their own.
And here I was, the first Moonsinger since Neriah who didn't lose her ability, who had Neriah's sword, who was the perfect reincarnation of her. Everything that I have done… from when I first got my abilities until now, was to give the Dark One an edge.
