Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter III Prophecy of Dark days
Years of humiliation had built a wolf of such arrogance. A small pup who had never known his true parents and had been raised by a pack of brutes, a pack of merciless creatures who knew nothing but how to properly take lives. Void of emotions. Yet, he was different. He had such strong emotions that had driven him towards his blood. His efforts had been cut short, by an alpha of red eyes and a heart so heavy with hate his mere presence brought a steady shake to the little Zeus’ legs. “Thy origin descends from heaven daw”. And those were the words echoing in his mind in the stormy days of a wet land. The haunting words, the thunder as he fought against the others and a determination to be accepted had created such being.

His words spoke of eminent war, one to be brought by himself. A war to mark the history of these lands and be spoken of. Zeus had only one goal and it was to become a legend, good or bad he didn’t care. His pupil less eyes stared right into the eyes of Isola as she arrived, brushing herself against the ones she loved. A small hint of a feeling unknown to the so called god. A feeling that made him desire such warmth, such touch of affection. He brushed this feeling off while he listened to the queen’s words and with a brow arched he replied.

- Marry… Thou hast heard right.
Indeed… You have heard right

The ivory and grey wolf spoke in disbelief. He could not comprehend what was so hard to accept such thing.

What was to be the greatest insult to Zeus was just approaching. Not too far from there, one of Diveen’s warriors was just in his border patrol duty, just after being allowed back into the warriors. Little did he know. His life and the life of many others would change. The age of peace was about to end.

Meanwhile, the wolf listened to the queen’s words and sighed heavily.

- Allies? - he looked up at her - Allies with the pack who reject’d thy god
- Allies?...Allies with the pack who rejected your god.

He chuckled lightly - I am Zeus, queen. God of gods, owner of thunder. Thy creator. he told the queen. His deep voice even more harsh and already offended -Thou tell me mine warriors shall not be allow'd upon these lands? what art thou to doth against them?

He asked. His chest raising and falling quickly. Anger boiled in his blood. As Kane spoke, Zeus looked at him.

-Haply that is because they doth not wot who I am? - He spoke angrily, and finally shouted in rage - I am the one who gave thou life! The one who creat'd thy lands. And how doth thou thank me? I hast endur'd this treatment for years and I shall not accept it anymore. . . . Remove thy families from thither. All I ask’d was to bow before me once and mine protection, thy rightful place in heaven and...
- Perhaps that is because they do not know who I am? I am the one who gave you life! The one who created your lands. And how do you thank me? I have endured this treatment for years and I will not accept it anymore! Remove your families from there. All I asked was to bow before me once and my protection, your rightful place in heaven and…

Right at that moment, the wolf arrived. Voltaire. Zeus turned his head to the side with eyes widening. Voltaire only returned the gesture and took a few steps closer to Isola and Kane, stopping a few feet away from them.

- Zeus? Voltaire said, in disbelief.

- Ye! Hither! I thought nature would hast done it's job and got rid of thee
- You! Here! I thought nature would have done it’s job and got rid of you

Zeus growled and looked back at the alphas.

-Is he thy father? - Zeus directed his question to Kane himself - Anon I wot the reason for all this. Thou hast a living beshrew in thy pack, angels. One that is sworn of death in two packs. A prisoner of war.
- Is he your father?... Now I know the reason for all this. You have a living curse in your pack, angels. One who is sworn of death in two packs. A prisoner of war.-

The ivory wolf spoke angrily, growling softly.

- You freed me! And I was only defending my pack!

-And corrupting ours with thy poisonous words!

Voltaire kept himself a little forward from Isola and Kane, trying to protect them.

- Worry not. Vague. Death shall come - Zeus threatened.

The ivory wolf did not move, only staying in place and growling at Voltaire. The tension seemed only to raise between the two. Only Voltaire did not growl back at him. The warrior wolf had changed. The once angry warrior had become a new wolf. But his past, it seemed, remained unknown to many. Voltaire’s heart beat fast as all those feelings came back. The years of constant humiliation, pain. He could almost feel the scar on his left leg aching again as if it had been only moments ago. That alpha had torn his leg and freed him from the pack.
- I shall give thou one last chance. Bow before me once. . . - He asked. But it seemed there was one more thing. With a small smile, he added - And give me this wolf, 'tis all I ask. Nothing more
- I will give you one last chance. Bow before me once… And give me this wolf, it is all I ask. Nothing more

Voltaire took one step back and his head turned towards Isola and Kane for a second. Would they give him away? The dark wolf didn’t know how to react to this. They had reasons to do it and he had brought trouble to these lands once more. His past came back to haunt him. His head turned back to Zeus. The so called god looked at him hungrily. With a dark determination in his eyes, the threat of life itself.