"Died? I Died?"
"Yes, you sacrificed your life for another."
"What happened after that? What happened to the Pack? The King?"
The Moon Goddess looked down on Blake before taking a deep breath. "All your questions will be answered, for now, if you would please follow me." The Moon Goddess turned, facing her back towards Blake, waving her hand a door appeared in front of her.
"What the Hell," Blake muttered.
"This way," the woman called, walking through the door.
Blake was very hesitant about following the so-called Moon Goddess but what else was she to call her. She fit the description of what the Moon Goddess would look like but how could she be real. Never in history has anyone spoke about seeing her, hell they didn't have a picture or a painting of her. But on the other hand, Blake never had seen a place like this. Everything was white, even the few people who walked around wore white like the Moon Goddess. Not as flashy as her, they wore the same flowy pajamas like they just got out of bed.
"We don't have all day, Blake. We have very important things to talk about."
"Yeah, sure," Blake muttered casually walking over to the mysterious door that just appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm sure that you know about the Everlasting?" the Moon Goddess spoke once more as Blake walked through the door.
"Yes, the twelve Gradians of the twelve Packs."
"And do you know why there where Gradians?"
"No, not really," Blake replied honestly. Stories about the Everlasting where myths to tell young children of the great hero's with special abilities. Some parents stopped telling their children about the Gradians because some claimed that there was something dark that no one what to tell. As if they wanted to erase their history.
"I see," she sighed.
Blake noticed that they were in a long hallway before asking, "where are we going?"
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