Chapter 2
"No, no, no... I'm sorry, Max. There's nothing I can do for him anymore," the doctor said, his voice laced with despair,his eyes welling up with tears.
Max slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with frustration,his face reddening with rage . "Calm down, Max," Nala said, her voice soft but urgent,her hand on his arm. "There's still hope."
Hope? Hope? Max's eyes narrowed,his mind racing with desperation. "After everything we've done, he's still not recovering." The door creaked open, and a figure slipped inside. His presence a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. "How is he? Any changes?"
The doctor's expression was grim. "His health is deteriorating rapidly. He's running out of time." Max's face contorts in anguish, his eyes filling with tears.
Max's face contorted in anguish. "What? What did you find?"
The doctor sighed. "Nothing that can help his condition. I've tried every treatment, every medication... nothing is working."
Nala's eyes locked onto the doctor's,her gaze intense, her voice bearly above whisper.
"What about you, Doc? Don't you know anything about supernaturals or ancient methods that can cure poison or even people we can meet? Something, anything?"
The doctor's expression was bleak, his eyes clouding over with uncertainty.
"The fact that he's a werewolf
and is not showing any signs of recovery means that this has gone past the stage of medicine or human expertise, even in supernatural cases."
Nala stood up, her eyes burning with determination. "I think Max is right. If we can find any cure for Ethan, it will likely be something we've never seen or heard of before."
The doctor nodded,his face set with resolve. "I agree. We need to think outside the box, consider options that are unorthodox, unconventional."
Nala's eyes narrowed. "I think I should tell them."
Max's eyes snapped to hers. "Tell us what?"
Nala hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "There is a way... a way to save Ethan."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft beeping of the machines surrounding Ethan's bed. Max, Nala, and the doctor exchanged a look, their faces set with determination.
"What way?" Max demanded, his voice low and urgent.
Nala took a deep breath. "It's not easy, okay? I'm not supposed to say this. It's a secret passed down through generations, awaiting the destined one."
The doctor leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Nala's. "Listen to me, Nala. We'll do everything to bring back Ethan, even if it means giving up our lives."
Nala's eyes flashed with tears. "Even if it means giving up our lives? What about the lives of our friends and families? Is it worth it?"
The doctor nodded. "We might lose our lives, but we might also save Ethan's. We have to try."
As they spoke, Ethan's body began to convulse, his eyes rolling back in his head. The machines surrounding him began to beep erratically, and the doctor rushed to his side.
"What's happening?" Max demanded, his voice panicked.
The doctor's face was grim. "The poison is almost at his heart. When it gets there... I'm afraid it's all over."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft beeping of the machines and Ethan's labored breathing. Max's eyes locked onto Nala's, his face set with determination.
"How long?" Max demanded, his voice low and urgent.
The doctor's expression was bleak. "At this rate, four days tops before... I'm sorry, Max. I can't help him."
Nala's eyes flashed with tears. "Well, does this look dangerous enough to you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max's face contorted in anguish. "After a while," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Nala sighed, her eyes locked onto Max's. "Okay... here goes nothing. I think you all would want to sit for this."
The three of them sat down, their faces set with determination.
"Tell no soul about this," Nala warned, her voice low and urgent.
They nodded in approval, their eyes locked onto Nala's.
"There has been a legend," Nala began, her voice barely above a whisper. "A legend that all supernaturals came from one lineage. Some say that the traits were gathered upon themselves from different generations and manifested themselves in a particular family." consisting of a father, a mother, and three children. Every known and unknown power or ability of supernaturals came from those children. They can be referred to as the Ancients, or what you or we now know as the Primal Kyre."
As Nala spoke, the room fell silent, the only sound the soft beeping of the machines and Ethan's labored breathing. The three of them leaned forward, their eyes locked onto Nala's, their faces set with determination.