The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 295: Breaking Free

Chapter 295: Breaking Free

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Like a stack of bricks filled with logic, reason unfurled before Fionna as she realized that the image of Marcus DireWolf reflected in the mirror might not be entirely a lie.

So it was him?

How could it be him?

And how dare the man deceive her so... horribly?

She was unable to reconcile that fact, at the same time, she was forced to accept it. Now thinking back to their interactions, she realized that he possessed the exact kind of mannerism as the mystery merchant man.

The same kind of careless confidence, tongue lashing attitude, and that damn aura about him where he seemed to look down on anyone within his sights. Like he was superior, and the rest of the world inferior. It was exactly the kind of confidence that easily came to a man who worked hard to get to where he was.

And Fionna was realizing that might just be the case contrary to what she had thought.

Initially, she had fully believed him to be a man that was born into fortune, not having to lift a hand to do anything and having his path and life paved out for him.

Even when the Alpha King once fought at the borders, Marcus DireWolf was resting blissfully at the confines of the DireWolf Pack and only joined the war during the last year.

Little did she know that she had gotten him entirely wrong. Just like her fourteen year old self ten years ago, Marcus DireWolf had been fighting for his future just as hard as she had.

She believed herself to be astoundingly smart to have studied and committed the colour of his eyes to her memory, so instead of a looking for the man himself, she had been searching for a colour that had been lost in the sands of times.

She was unable to breath properly anymore, and she could feel the last wave of her resolve dissolving into thin air like dust. The slow trickle of the sand in the hour glass taunted her just as the being behind her whispered,

"You want to remain trapped here, right? I knew it! He might not be the man that you’ve envisioned, but he is afterall the man that saved you from your suicide. If not for him, your body would have long been decayed after you must have taken your life with the swipe of your own dagger."

A whimper escaped Fionna’s lips as the invisible bubble wrapped around her tightened just as the skeletal fingers on her arms gripped her harder.

Indeed, she was trapped. And even more so was the fact that her time was running out.

It was so easy to sleep then and there, to go with the flow of the reflection. To be with the man who had crushed her at her own mission. Even her sense of Will was nonexistent and she no longer knew what was her true desire or not.

But trapped in the reflection of the mirror, she was sure that she wanted to be at that beat down house, dressed like a commoner, her brown hair tossed down carelessly and spilling to her waist, and her smile free like the wind itself.

She wanted to be there, with the man she had obsessed over for ten years hugging her from behind, and her heart full of happiness.

Normalcy—she had never experienced it. And the temptation of it, even if it came in the form of a mirror that could easily shatter alongside her dreams, seduced her. The thought was enough for her to let go of everything and finally just face her obsession.

So even though she knew she wouldn’t have ordinarily wanted it, her eyes began to droop close as she let the mirror take over her. Even with her eyes closed, the reflection was still before her like it had become etched into every fiber of her being.

But just as she was about to be completed submerged into the spell of the from, just as her time was about to run out, his voice just as it been then years ago came to her.

"It’s either you’re strong, or you’re gone."

That was a different kind of spell that jerked her awake. The words... his words were strong enough to lend her a rope to hold onto.

It was a flicker... but it was just enough.

Because if there was anything that she hated, then it had to be the idea that she would one day be gone.

No, she absolutely abhorred the thought of being gone ever since her mystery man—Marcus DireWolf—had carelessly tossed the hateful words to her.

Ever since that day, she made a solemn vow that she would always be strong. No matter if she was beat down, no matter if she was down to her lowest, no matter if the world was against her... she would never be gone.

She would spur her enemies and prove to them that she might be battered and wounded, but her existence would never cease.

So why was she disregarding her vows and giving in to this test? Why was she being so deluded that she was letting go of the one ray of light that she had desperately clung to to escape her dire straits in the Red Sisters? To escape the inevitable decision of being gone.

Her eyes snapped open, and she raised a shaky, trembling hand until she gripped the skeletal hand that gripped her other arm.

"You asked me for my surname, did you not?"

The green eyed mage that was still shrouded in dark wisps of smoke broke into a grin.

"But you’ve answered me, Fionna. You made it clear that you have no surname. That you were birthed into this world no less a servant and would leave as one."

"I was wrong." Fionna gritted, while glaring both at the happy reflection in the mirror and the man who controlled the abnormal thing that still gripped her.

An abnormal thing she had never seen, but could still feel breathing down on her.

"You were wrong?" The man answered with a chuckle while stealing a glance at the hour glass that had about run out. Fionna had a minute, or perhaps, even less.

"Yes, I was wrong."

"Never have I heard of one who is not aware of their own names. But I shall see this as a desperate attempt to escape your inescapable fate, and I will just indulge you for one more time."

Fionna groaned, as she gripped the skeletal fingers harder. "My name is Fionna Strong, and not Fionna Gone."

Then with a fierce scream, she used her encumbered hand to draw out her metal claw from her waist string. Lightning fast, she twirled and embedded the claw harshly and blindly into the figure behind her to where she was sure that his heart was.

Of course the thing was not a living thing, but smile dispersed and the Green Eyed Mage coughed out blood as his own creation shattered before his very eyes.

Her world slowed down dramatically before her eyes, and the remaining grains of sand seemed to tickle down slowly as if to tell her that it was already late.

But Fionna didn’t pay attention to it, instead, she flung her claw so hard at the mirror, and the shattering sound that came out as a result of it was like the sound of earthquake and a tsunami happening together at the same time.

Still in slow motion, the shards of glass hung in the air, each one showing off a fading reflection of the different parts of her so-called happiness that once demanded to hold her captive in that room.

She could hear commotion outside, but that too didn’t matter to her. Instead, all of her attention and concentration was on the shards of mirrors as they made they uneventful descent to the ground, further shattering into bullion pieces while the reflection faded finally for nothing was unable to hold it in anymore.

At the same time, the last grain of sand made its descent.

Fionna staggered to her full height, and began to walk away from the room, and through the other exit that had no door but just a flimsy cloth like the one she had just destroyed.

When she reached the green eyed Mage who looked like he had been drained of at least more than half of his powers, she smirked while casting him the most condescending stare she could muster.

She was beat down and weak of course, but after it had become apparent that the Green Eyed Mage was prepared to go to dire lengths just to prove a point to her, then she wouldn’t hold back either.

"One day, I promise that I will show you what true happiness looks like just as you’ve humble taught me today. And I will make it even more special than what you showed me today."

"Bring it on!" He gritted through chattering teeth. And then, she walked through the door of victory.

She had passed the first test.

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