Dawn (EDITING)

Prologue

679AD Achaea, Europe

She couldn't run anymore. Her long, dirty dress was weighing her down. She feared that if she continued, she would fall and get caught. She looked at the little girl in her hands. My precious daughter, she thought. The lady knew it wouldn't be long before she reached the Stepping Stone.

"Hey!" Someone called from behind her. Her breathing became short and ragged. "I smell her. Get over here, you idiots!" The deep voice continued.

"Oh no." She said under her breath. If she turned into her wolf form, the woman would have no way to hold her child. Unfortunately her human form was getting weak. She feared for her daughter's life.

The lady looked up at the night sky to see the clouds were moving away. The full moon would soon shine down onto the earth. She was running out of time.

The woman stopped to look for something. She had a plan. She picked up a rock and sliced her hand, blood dripping all over the place. The lady rubbed her hand on the wall. She was trying to trick the men running after her. Would it work?

She was getting closer to her destination. She could see the altar. Then the woman began to cry. She didn't want to give up her child but she knew she had no other choice.

She began to climb the stairs to the altar. The moon was now free of the clouds that blocked her rays of light.

"Please forgive me, Neomea. I beg of you." She told her daughter as she rested the child onto the huge stone.

"ας θεάς του φεγγαριού κατανοήσουν αυτά τα λόγια και να ακούσετε τις προσευχές μου . είμαστε σε έναν πόλεμο που θα διαρκέσει περισσότερο από μια χιλιετία και στην καρδιά μου ξέρω ότι ο χρόνος της κόρης μου δεν είναι τώρα . παρακαλώ να τη σώσει . να την πάρει σε μια εποχή όπου όλα αυτά έχει ξεχαστεί ή λέγεται ως μύθοι . ας θεάς του φεγγαριού κατανοήσουν αυτά τα λόγια και να ακούσετε τις προσευχές μου." Let the moon goddesses understand these words and listen to my prayers. We are in a war that will last more than a millenium and in my heart I know that my daughter's time is not now. Please save her. Take her to a time where all of this is forgotten or is told as myths. Let the moon goddesses understand these words and listen to my prayers.

The lady repeated this many times until the moon had guided all of her rays onto the child. The child had shifted into many different wolves. A black wolf, a red wolf, a brown wolf and a white wolf. The woman took a step back, astonished by what she had seen. Then the hymn of her goddesses sent a reply.

"Έχω ακούσει τις προσευχές σας , το παιδί μου . Αυτό λύκος δεν θα αντιμετωπίσετε τη θλίψη περνάτε ούτε θα έχει χρειαστεί ποτέ να γιατί θα την στείλει σε μια εποχή όπου ο πόλεμος του lycanthrope δεν θα είναι πλέον σημασία . Θυσία σας δεν θα ξεχαστούν ποτέ." I have heard your prayers, my child. This wolf will never experience the grief you go through nor will she ever have to for we will send her to a time where the war of the lycanthrope will no longer be of importance. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten.

Before the mother could say her farewell to her only child, a piercing sensation of pain went through her back. She had been stabbed. A single tear left the woman's eyes as she fell to her knees. All that was certain was that her daughter was under the protection of the three Lunar Goddesses; Hecate, Selene and Artemis.