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Damnatio memoriae.
The deliberate erasure of a person following their political failure or their death and in the case of Nevermore’s secrets, an erasing of a rabid beast.
Forgotten and buried is a creature of the night, shying from the day and tearing into flesh by the moon’s peak. Known as the beast of Nevermore or what was once a young teenage girl by the name of Enid Sinclair, is a monstrous werewolf. Far bigger than most wolves and feral to kill, a werewolf bound not by the moon but by blood, changed on the night of a blood moon nearly six years ago.
Five years ago, Enid succumbed to her wolf form in a desperate race to save Wednesday from being tangled with the skull tree roots and buried with the dirt of betrayal. In an act of heroism, parallel to what triggered her wolfing out the previous year, Enid grew into large bones and fur to dig Wednesday out of the false grave.
She felt the moon drag her under a trance-like state and a small window of seconds allowed her to hear her name a final time and to memorise the sight and scent of Wednesday.
Dark roses, petrichor after a stormy night, old pages of an ancient book and devotion.
She turned away to the dark of the forest, knowing she herself was now in danger, but Wednesday was safe and in that moment it was all that mattered.
She was a lone wolf now, not bound by the moon and cursed by a hunt.
A hunt for her head because her existence without control, without a pack and without connection was a danger in the form of a ticking time bomb.
Each year without humanity, Enid slowly slipped away under the talons of her beast and she tasted blood more than she could count. There was no longer a girl in those golden eyes that were once a striking blue.
Five years since Enid was a human.
Five years of an endless chase.
Five years of Wednesday’s life have been spent hunting down the elusive beast of Nevermore.
Wednesday has always come close to Enid’s trail but the wolf was somehow smart and quick enough to elude the frightening girl at every turn and in every corner.
The beast has been chased by hunters, its own kind, and other supernaturals, but Wednesday has been eliminating creatures and people alike that she’s found an obstacle in the great search over the years, for the beast is someone close to her cold, slow-beating heart and it is the epitome of sunshine, social media addict, and eternally shining Enid Sinclair.
Presence and absence taboo from anyone’s lips and erased from wolf pack records—her name remains a whisper in the dead halls of Nevermore. The memory of Enid Sinclair is no more and only the myth of the beast remains.
But Wednesday is condemned to the memory of who was once her closest confidant and in Enid’s words, her only best friend, and she gave Enid her word more than half a decade ago and she had never gone back on it. An Addams always stays true to their word and Wednesday will be damned if she’d break an oath.
Five years ago she set off on a weak trail alongside her uncle Fester, discovered by a schoolmate and someone she could call a good friend now, Agnes Demille. Four years ago she travelled to multiple states and only found corpses of deer and small animals and Enid’s mark of paws and scent. Three years ago she slayed the Hyde known as Tyler Galpin, who had been on the run without mercy, but the bloodshed neither felt satisfying nor rewarding when she knew it wasn’t going to magically make Enid reappear in front of her.
Two years ago she began to hunt packs who were hunting Enid, maiming the lot of them who tried to eliminate the alpha wolf. Bodies were discarded and Wednesday grew colder each passing day.
Enid’s friends and Wednesday’s schoolmates from their time at Nevermore had a hand in tracking the packs and wolves who were hot on Enid’s disappearing trail and, without fail, would always beat the mutts there first, attacking and killing on sight if she needed to. She was content and glad that Enid’s friends were still searching for her too but their efforts were not as grave as Wednesday and she would not accept their physical help, only accepting to work alone.
Without Enid, there was no reason for Wednesday to want the pull of connection. She found maintaining relationships tiresome and her schoolmates didn’t put it past her because they knew why Wednesday was growing icier every day. She didn’t have the sun beside her anymore and it was Enid who, at the very beginning, made Wednesday reconsider every choice and preconception she had about making friends.
It was all for Enid and she would not fail in bringing her back.
She couldn’t fail.
She would let Enid down, everyone else and, worst of all, she would let herself down and she will not allow that to happen.