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We walk side by side, talking. With my favorite subject. Me. His head shakes in the beginning of the story and I do not know why. If it is because he disapproves my father’s acts or that he doesn’t believe me. He asked questions and I responded happily.
- Mostly, - I told him - Even not developing such strong bond with them. I… Felt... But I must confess. After mother Gaia told me about the prophecy when I was two, there was a bit of pride. But what she didn’t tell me, was that the heir to the throne was a god.
I could remember how proud my heart was right at the moment Gaia said that me, the ivory boy raised without a father was the survivor who was destined to take the life of his father and assume the throne. A small smile tugged on my lips, my tail waved gently right now, for even remembering.
I proceeded with my story, taking in my surroundings and speaking to him freely. I must admit that for a few moments I felt as if I was back to my old pack. Taking care of my followers, watching over my land. Seeing these fields, the few wolves walking far in the distance deeper within the pack. It surely must be one reason why I feel... I can trust him. How I missed this feeling.
My story comes to an end and he curiously asked how I gained my army. My head tilts for a second. Would he…? Surely not. Would it be worth trying?... I take a second before answering him.
- Easily…? My father was a wolf to be feared. Many have submitted to me just after seeing me taking him down. But many more have refused to stay in a pack, lead by a young boy who had been called god by a sick foreseer.
A small growl escaped my mouth with my last words. Not directed at him, but at those… Unfaithful ones. How dare they!
- Forgive me… Those were the words they said to me before they left. They were heavy with hate. I did not understand why they were so loyal, but they were free. I lost most of the army.
Later, I understood their anger for the foreseer. Behind my back, she spread the word of the benefits of taking a god’s life. One more vision she had… One I would only know several months later. She said “The wolf born of skies is not immortal anymore and when his life is taken on earth, he shall return to the heaven. And the prize for sending the god back to his place is earning part of the thunder. But only one wolf is capable of such act, one of such pure white pelt and paws that had been stained by the dark world. And this wolf will not want to kill him.”
Of course the word spread beyond the pack. Wolves from my own pack tried to take my life and I had been forced to kill them. They wouldn’t stop. Some were even mad, shouting that they wanted the thunder.
I stopped walking, looking far ahead. The bad memories came back.
- I am not. A murderer. I tried to warn them. To tell them to stop, but they wouldn’t. I was forced to take the life of each one who tried to take mine. I stopped showing my powers and tried to understand why and how they knew of me. I was led to the prophet. I could not take her life. But I could not let her keep calling more wolves to battle against me and lose their life. So I ordered…To kill her.
The pack then started believing that I am a god. After seeing me take down so many and as the foreseer said, none of them managed to kill me. My pack became more and more loyal to me, the word outside the pack kept spreading and everyone wanted to be part of the thundergod’s pack. My army grew to devastating proportions.
My head turned to him once more, somewhat curious. Now that he knew the prophecy. Would he want to kill me? Would he also be one of the mad ones, after my powers? I cannot do that again. I cannot take another wolf’s life. Perhaps I would simply let him do it. So I would be back to heaven.
Zeus |