She always wondered why she was the one affected by such a strong fate that she had to be guessing if her coming to the world was a mistake.
"If only I could reverse my birth!" Rita exclaimed.
Her voice was so high that it woke up the other wolves in the forest. She had made another great mistake or fault but she had no regrets. Fate was what was both strengthening and weakening her. She always got encouraged by the sheer impossibility to become a normal human being again, that she would be powerful as a beast all the days of her life and she also was discouraged by the same fate because of what Allon did to her.
Allon was also a human before he met with this fated werewolf friend in the thick forest of Jingazu, the farthest south of Plinigola. He promised to love her and take care of her so she wouldn't be wounded by the dark beasts around there and that she would never turn to one of them. Because of this strong promise, a law was supernaturally attached to Allon's words, to her whenever he visited. The wolves of Jingazu set it that, if Allon's words fell to the ground, he would also turn into a beast - a werewolf without any cure.
This rather bright gentleman then felt bad by their decree and decided to desert Rita completely. He told her all the words of promises he was saying were only sarcasm and sorts of jokes. Rita couldn't believe this, so she consulted one of a magical door in the house, where she was living then and asked the deity or any strong power to disallow Allon's breakup with her. She actually said so, with tears as she was nearly cursing herself.
Rita was a seventeen year old rich lady from Plinigola, she was the first and only daughter and child of one of the popular businessmen around there. It was after her seventeenth birthday that she was shapeshifted into a wolf.
"I still wonder about how this happened...." She murmured to herself.
The wolves she had woken up were burning with clear fury when she stretched out her hands to start escaping them. Immediately, she saw white gigantic wings come out from her arms and she heard a sudden flap.
"With these wings, I'll make myself invisible to the strange world!" Rita promised herself.
Within few seconds, she flew so high with those wings away from the spot and was wandering around the clouds, as her face grew wild and her eyes turned red. Also, her teeth grew longer alongside her head, with bushy hair. Very clearly, she knew all these and never felt disgraced or somehow. She only took all as her fate which actually resulted from the potency of her promise and the wolves' decree.
"If only I can get to the human land again!" She wished.
In all what has happening to Rita, including the changes and strange development in her body, she still had the power to appear as a normal human being to anyone she wants to see. Little did she know her face changed again from the bestial appearance to that of homo sapiens. It was two minutes later, after then that she realised.
"It seems I can be myself" she thought.
Rita came down slowly and gently from the clouds to the ground, her new spot appeared like a halfway desert. The ground there was brownish in color and, it was dry.
"A day may come that, I will remember what made my life wretched and fated like this, who knows?" She continued.
"I'm like this desert land, forsaken and forbidden!" She cried with tears.
This time, she acted very serious because of her eagerness to know about her fate and the root cause or causes of it. She picked up a log of wood and carved it into something that looked like a very flat paper, then she started writing on it.
"From where I was born, I never knew anyone with this problem of shapeshifting...."
That was true.
When Rita was born, nobody knew anything about shapeshifting or bestiality, or anything related to change of creative forms. It was only late Droneling that was told in a nonfiction that appeared feminine and sometimes masculine. That was truer than it was untrue.
She held tight to her book and started writing again. She wrote something that looked like epistle - it contained events, both past and future and also, in the now. The major thing in her mind was how to discover her nature and know more about shapeshifting.
She wrote:
"Clearly, fifty years ago, I was found on a snowy dungeon where ghosts and vampires lived. The ghosts were responsible for my feeding while the vampires were tasked to take care of me, in clothing and shelter. It's very possible and clear that, what can make me this strong, powerful and capable is what those ghosts fed me with plus the potion my father always gave me to drink, every snowy day. Also, what has been making me worthy of being accepted and accommodated by beasts, is my experience with the old vampires and the care they showed me. However, what makes me confused is the way many call me 'lost Luna', am I lost? Was I deserted that seriously? This is my quest, in the forest of Jingazu and my mission to Educta Manelda."
She paused again.
"Why am I being formal?" She asked herself.
She guessed why the result of the content came out formal was because of her sense of being disciplined when with her mother, during teenhood. Her mother gave her formats of how to do things at home and it almost extended to her spiritual inclinations. She was also asked not to pray, if she didn't know how to place her wishes well and accordingly.
"Formal or informal, my message is now firmly pasted and coloured well, like the paintings of the ancient monsters of Educta!" Rita shouted to herself.
She was just going to keep the message, even though there was no real recipient available for accepting it, as letter. She was just going to keep it!
"It will count one day..." Rita muttered.
