Violet
It was a sharp sensation, like a hook catching behind my ribs and tugging forward. I gasped when I felt it again, clutching my chest as I leaned forward.
What was that?!
I looked up at the sky. I didn’t know why, but I felt it had to do with... it.
The sun was still partially visible behind the clouds, but sothing was wrong with it. The edge looked strange, like sothing was beginning to obscure it. A faint darkness creeping across its surface.
The eclipse was starting.
’Was that it?’
As I watched that first strip of shadow cross the sun, the pull in my chest intensified, becoming impossible to ignore.
My heart ached as I felt the sharp tug, followed by a slow thrum of my syzygy under my skin. It felt like sothing was trying to pull from the inside out, dragging toward... sowhere.
I clutched my chest tighter, hunching forward as I tried to resist it.
But the pull only grew stronger.
The slow thrum beca a restless flutter, as if my syzygy was responding to sothing I couldn’t see or understand.
I tried to steady my breathing, but the sensation only grew stronger with each passing second. Everywhere seed to slowly grow darker. I looked up and it seed as if the darkening of the sun only seed to amplify this feeling in , until it felt like my chest was going to crack open from the pressure.
The world began to blur at the edges. My vision swimming as heat flooded through my body in waves. Sweat beaded along my temples despite the cool morning air, and my legs trembled with the effort to stay still.
’No. No. I don’t want to go...’
My body didn’t listen.
My body got to its feet of its own accord, and I found myself turning away from the view, moving back through the balcony doors into my room. My steps were automatic, disconnected, as if soone else was controlling my limbs.
I tried to stop myself. Tried to plant my feet and refuse to move.
The pull yanked harder, and the sharp pain that laced through my chest that made stumble forward. My syzygy flared wildly, no longer just restless but actively fighting against sothing or for it. I couldn’t tell which.
The room tilted. Or maybe I did. Everything felt wrong like I was watching myself from outside my own body.
I needed to... I needed to...
What did I need?
The thought slipped away before I could grasp it.
My grandmother’s pendant. The thought surfaced through the haze with sudden clarity. I needed my grandmother’s pendant.
’Wait why do I need that?’
My feet carried to where I had left it, tucked safely in the bag I had co with. My hands moved without conscious direction, pulling it out, clutching it tight enough that the tal bit into my palm.
Then I stood there, swaying slightly, trying to rember what I was supposed to be doing.
Stay. I was supposed to stay here and wait.
But the pull...
My feet moved anyway, carrying out of the room, into the entry hall, and toward the exit.
Each step felt like walking through water, thick and resistant, but I couldn’t stop. The pull had beco too strong, overriding every other thought, every other instinct.
The hallways passed in a blur. I vaguely registered other wolves, and their voices sounded distant, muffled, like I was hearing them from underwater.
Soone called out to . Asked if I was alright.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. My mouth wouldn’t form words.
The main entrance lood ahead, and I walked through it without slowing, down the castle steps, across the courtyard, and into the city.
The streets should have been crowded, but they felt empty sohow. Or maybe there were people, and I just couldn’t see them properly through the growing haze that surrounded everything.
The sun continued its slow disappearance, the shadow eating more and more of its light. The world began to dim in a way that felt wrong, unnatural. Not the gentle fade of sunset, but sothing sudden and strange.
I walked and walked.
My legs moved with purpose even though my mind had gone sowhere else entirely. Ti lost aning. Distance lost aning. There was only the pull and my body’s automatic response to follow it.
At so point, the haze lifted slightly awareness crashed back to .
It was completely dark, but a different kind of darkness. This felt heavier and more absolute.
I looked up to the sky and imdiately went still at the combined masterpiece of horror and beauty.
The sun, or what should have been the sun, was gone, and replaced by a perfect black circle rimd with a crown of ghostly white fire. The shimring white light blazed around the moon’s silhouette in dazzling rays that reached out like grasping fingers, illuminating the darkness with an otherworldly glow that made everything look dreamlike and strange.
Stars had erged, and for so reason they seed impossibly bright against the darkened sky. Even far more prominent than during the night. I saw more stars than I had ever seen before. The horizon glowed faintly with a ring of sunset colours. Deep oranges, purples, and overhanging shadows that circled the entire world, as if I stood at the centre of an ending day that stretched in all directions.
My eyes started to throb with a painful ache and I tore my eyes away wiping at it.
As my sight slowly adjusted to the surrounding darkness, the city around had transford.
Wolves filled the streets. Most of them had shifted into their wolf forms, their eyes reflecting in the darkness with strange glows. They howled, their voices rising in a chorus that echoed through the darkness in a primal, haunting sound.
Others ran through the streets with wild energy, as if the eclipse had unlocked sothing feral in them. They moved with purpose but no clear destination, driven by instincts older than conscious thought.
So stood completely still, their wolf forms frozen in place as they stared up at the eclipsed sun, srized by the spectacle above. Little of the light dancing around the moon painted their fur in shades of silver and shadow, making them look like statues carved from moonlight.
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