We Can Be Immortals

Haydée tries to hold herself together in front of the Aegis, to be strong for her mother as she asks for help from the Hallows. Yet, the weight of the world seems to have fallen squarely on her shoulders and the pressure cracks her façade, causing tears to cascade down her cheeks. Still, determination burns in her eyes even as it hides behind the tears that now flow freely as she looks up to Artorias, wanting… no, needing his pack’s help. For a moment, she believes that she spies a kindred spirit in the strong alpha and her heart summersaults in her chest as he agrees to help them.

Relief floods her as she sniffles, feeling like a weak, petulant child in front of someone that isso powerful but the gratitude she feels lifts her features upward. Haydée attempts to stop her knees from wobbling as she crosses the invisible border, suddenly feeling terrified about leaving her mother here. It isn’t because she doesn’t trust the Hallows; far from it actually. Now, it is Bellamy her mother and her only chance of learning how to be an alpha; and now, she won’t even have the luxury of asking her questions when she needs advice the most. Emerald eyes blink up at Artorias, the tears having stopped but still misting over the world from her eyes.

Looking over to Bellamy, she offers her mother a gentle, encouraging smile as they move toward the castle but she finds it difficult to speak right now as the emotions that have building inside her seem to have lodged painful in her throat. When she is finally able to get words out, they are soft but heartfelt, “Thank you, Artorias. I don’t know how to repay you.” Shame flickers across her features for a moment as she feels suddenly worthless for feeling lost in this new world that she now finds herself in. Lowering her gaze, she gently asks, “Would it be okay to allow those in my pack who need it, to come talk and speak with your mental health counselor? We all feel a little… lost right now.”

A soft chuckle spills her lips but it is devoid of any humor or mirth. Right now, the girl feels woefully inadequate in the face of what lays ahead of her.


"Haydée Kedieo"