Breaking obstacles

"Maybe next year, princess, or when you can think clearly again. It will take time; but in the end it's all worth it, don't you think?" Agatha smiles trying to calm her down a little.

"Do you think that this vision might really happen, Agatha?" asks Arseni, tense and confused because of his daughter's experience.

"I can't say for sure, my Tsar, the goddess teaches us what awaits us or to whom we are destined, but they are never too clear. They can be interpreted in a thousand ways and it's hard to find the exact one." The witch looks at Kira again. "Did you see any hint of what era it would be?"

"My siblings look big, adult size at least," Kira replies somewhat thoughtfully. "Although the wolf is still huge."

"That gives us room to prepare, they won't reach adult size until they are sixteen when they reach full maturity," Sonia speaks with relief. "We will be able to be ready."

"Find information about the wolf, it is the most important thing if the vision was of the future." The witch has spoken again. "But don't rule out the possibility that it's something else"

"Then what do you suggest!" Arseni growls, starting to get angry.

Agatha is shrinked by the powerful domineering aura that Arseni reflects, it’s not for nothing that he is the king of the lycans. Sonia couldn't help but blush. Despite being alpha by blood, her partner's blood is older, it gave her an exciting feeling. Kira doesn't seem to be affected.

"Be ready, prepare for the worst, but also do not act impulsively. We still don't know exactly what the vision means," the witch looks at Kira, unable to move because of the pressure in the air. "I want you, princess, to start meditating and concentrating. I understand that your personal teacher has begun to teach you how to do it to understand the elements that your body handles."

"Yes, it's taking a while but it's patience and perseverance," Kira replies.

"Good advice from your teacher, I want you to use meditation to decipher what you saw. It will take a long time but any clue can help. Maybe then you can discover the smell you felt."

Kira nods, taking a deep breath. She sees her mother escorting the witch out of the room.

"Do not be late for your lessons, honey. We have a meeting after lunch, don't forget." Arseni caresses her head. "We will prepare, I promise you that that will not happen to us."

"It will be just a dream, just that."

At least that's what she is hoping.

Kira leaves her room shortly after her father, she has to get something for breakfast before her training. She would have to catch up on her classes as well, they would not accept her being unconscious as an excuse for missing class, even though her father is the king. She gets to the ground floor in a matter of minutes. It is almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon and most likely she would have a mid-morning snack.

A maid who is cleaning nearby opens the door for her, although she has already told her that there is no need.

She walks into the dining room. There are only a few children enjoying some chicken sandwiches and glasses with juice. Kira grabs a tray and approaches the table. She picks up two sandwiches, a bowl of fruit and a glass of juice.

"Kira!" Sergei says upon seeing her arriving. He is sitting at a table by the window with the other children.

She snorts, hesitates whether to go to them or not, but in the end she goes to him, knowing that the inevitable is coming. As she approaches she recognizes those accompanying his brother, among them are Aristide, Sarka, Cameron and Akadje.

"At last you come back to the world of the living, sleeper," says Cameron.

Before Kira can answer, Sergei runs to her and grabs her shoulders, shaking her.

"Do you have any idea how worried we were!?" scolds Sergei.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" she responds, feeling somewhat offended. "I could not have known beforehand that I was going to sleep that much!!"

"Come on, Sergei, leave her alone, she must be starving to death," says Donato, a boy with blond hair although in the roots they are black, brother of Aristide and best friend of Sergei. "Remember that the visions are different in each one and we have to keep training."

The two siblings separate and take their seats. Kira between Aristide and Akadje, Sergei next to Donato in front of her.

The group resumes its previous activity, enjoying the food and company.

"What did you see that night, Kira?" Sarka asks

"How handsome your future soulmate will be, so you want to stay asleep for a week," jokes Donato with a half smile. "Unless it was me who appeared in your dreams, you would have stayed longer."

"Don't give yourself so much importance, Donato, I just woke up, and I don't want to put up with your jokes." Kira rolls her eyes as she finishes her fruit plate. "I don't know exactly what happened in those dreams. They were too strange."

"Was it that strange to see who your mate would be?" Sarka asks giving her attention to Kira.

"I didn't see my mate, Sarka, I saw that wolf from four years ago and it's not my mate."

"So what did you see?"

Kira scratches her head, the vision is getting blurrier, at least she has written it in a notebook before leaving her room. She takes a bite of one of his sandwiches, avoiding talking about it for the time being.

"I don't want to talk about it, let alone here."

Sarka opens her mouth to give her an answer, when the doors open again.

Several people entered, each lying in a uniform and facial features from other countries. The children in the dining room begin to get up and address them.

"Back to training," Sergei snorts and gets up with Donato and two other children. "See you later, Kira, don't go back to sleep." He leaves with a laugh.

"Very funny, Sergei," she rolls her eyes as she continues to eat.

Akadje, Cameron, Aristide and Sarka remain with her.

"Ignore him, try to hide that he cares about you," Cameron says calmly. "Now, will you tell us what happened?"

"Do you think you will skip the class?" Says a woman when approaching them, wearing a suit similar to that of

"Hello, Astrid," Kira greets one of her father's Deltas and personal teacher.

"I'm glad you've already woken up, Kira, ready to get back to training?" Astrid smiles at her.

"See you later, Kira, in the hunting and coordination practices," Aristide says before leaving for the door, where there were four people still waiting for them.

Astrid waits standing next to her to finish eating.

"Your father already warned us of what happened to you, don't worry, maybe it was a mixed nightmare."

"I doubt it, but it's possible," Kira sighs. "Did it have to be this difficult for the goddess to show me who my mate is?"

"Remember that our goddess guides us and helps us in her own way, you just have to be patient." The woman stirs the girl's hair

"Astrid! Watch out for my braids," Kira growls, undoing her hairstyle and reassembling her seven braids.

The woman ended up helping her, getting her to finish her meal.

Kira leaves the dining room and the castle. The sun barely manages to warm the beginning of winter. Luckily the lycans have a higher temperature than others and their fur is thick, strong. The gardens have a thin layer of snow and the lagoon begins to show traces of ice.

Kira lives in one of the coldest countries on Earth, Russia, her family reigns the nation of lycans and werewolves on that side of the world, although it also included several other races.

Humans left the earth two centuries ago, when they decided that there is better life in the heavens, using their technological advancement to create cities among the clouds. They have called their home, Paradise, While the land below was called Gaia, the forbidden land. There are still sporadic visits by some students or professionals, to study them although they are limited by their government.

"Come on, time to run," says Astrid as she begins to jog and then run, thundering her bones and muscles before transforming into her wolf form, its fur is a cobalt gray.

Kira does the same thing by transforming almost into a blink, already reaching 4.3 feet tall, being within the parameters of a normal lycan, while a werewolf reaches a maximum size of 2.5-3 feet. Those of royal blood reach the largest size of all, 6-7 feet, his father being the highest in Asia.

When the two start running through the streets, families with young children are seen leaving schools. Some of them point to them as they pass.

Kira gets to go faster than Astrid, she is one of the fastest of the cubs of its age. Keeping a good pace.

"You know the routine," Astrid says through the bond as they enter the red square.

Kira growls in affirmation, speeding up the pace. She runs to one of the walls, pushing herself to jump on it, and continuing in a race that is called a free race. She enters a military complex, some soldiers of different races recognize her, but let her pass; no one dares to mess with King Lycan's cubs, neither with the first nor the second litter, although the second is still very small.

People get out of the way as she jumps on vehicles and structures, doing it all in a straight line. She transforms back into a human and begins to climb another route. She uses the railings of the stairs as an impulse, thanking the flexible and resistant capacity of the lycans. She feels her fingers slipping when she grabs the last railing, she can't look down, the heights make her nervous and she has to struggle with it.

"You can do it, Kira, a little more," Astrid encourages her from below. "Pull yourself up! Use your arms!"

Kira squeezes her hands and uses her strength to get up, without much success because the sweat on her hands causes her to slip and lose her grip, falling. The only thing she can do at that moment is to transform suddenly, cushioning the blow of the fall but that did not prevent her from the pain.

"Kira! Are you okay?" Astrid approaches her alarmed. It is the first time she has fallen at the height of 4 floors.

"Yes, only sore," she lets out a moan as she rolls to the side to straighten up and get back to four.

"Take it easy, Kira, don't rush."

"I'm fine," the girl shakes a little.

Astrid is still not very convinced. They leave the complex and head back to the streets of the city. The pace is slower but they follow a jog until they reach a grove, which was once a park, covered by a little snow.

"We'll start where we left off," Astrid says as she becomes human again.

"Discovering the strongest element we handle, is part of the inner power we have at birth," Kira recites, recalling her classes with her dad.

"Exactly." Astrid sits on the floor cross-legged and Kira imitates her. "There are three roads that run through our body, although only two of them are released from our formation: the lymphatic and circulatory. Among them is another, almost invincible, which is the one that transports the internal power to the whole body."

"But we only activate a part when we turn six, to fully access we need to find our element," Kira continues.

"In cases like this, how are dragons different from us?"

"Their power is contrary to ours. Since childhood they know their main element, but not its variants and they do not have a control of it."

"Exactly, ready to go?"

Kira nods before taking a long breath and closing her eyes. Beginning to control her breathing, being aware of every inhalation and exhalation, concentrating on every part of her body, reaching into the veins feeling the steady pulse, noticing the slight difference of the slight tapping of her power in the distance. She uses her concentration to find her center.

She has done it before. Hers is located in the spine in the middle of the neck, for each individual it is different and sometimes it is decisive to what type of element they handle, or with the power that is used. The column has a variant of uses, if it is creative.

She refocuses as best she can, reaching to brush her core of power. She feels it is warm and cold at the same time. She presses it, starting to force her power through the idle system, some must slow it down, others just by touching it; but she doesn't go into any, her energy seems to be stubborn, and she doesn't want to give in. That seems to be the same.

Kira growls almost losing concentration, pushing almost imagining that she hits it hard. Visualization and intention helped a lot in those cases.

"Don't lose concentration, Kira, frustration doesn't help you much." Kira hears her teacher's voice almost in the distance.

"It's easy for you to say! It doesn't want to obey!" she snorts and opens her eyes.

"Of course, things are not easy, especially if you hit it."

Kira growls again feeling her body rise in temperature, her eyes and hands burn, as if her skin is going to melt. The feeling increased with her anger and frustration. She hit the floor with both fists, causing the floor to be covered with blue flames, freezing the soil and plants.

Kira looks at her hands covered by flames amazed and alarmed.