𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

Chapter 7

Astraea's POV

An enchanted beauty which spread cold through every fiber of your skin, but when closer, it burns you with a passion and longing no one has ever seen.

I looked at my image in the mirror. How beautiful she was that could make Zeus so lost and devoted to her ?.

Were my natural grassy eyes too dull in front of her.Can my smile be as enchanted as hers ?

My hands slowly stroked the edge of my dusty golden hair, caressing my waist.

The light coloured strands, so soft and silky that one wouldn't mind getting tangled in while taking their last breath.

How smooth were those tendrils, that could portray her as a innocent, hidden sin.

I sighed.

 Stop it!!!!...... She is just an inspiration. An inspiration to give a face to Zeus's view of emotions.

How are you so sure?

Because people can't change. They would still be the same whether it is fall or rain, snow or midsummer. It's just his insight.

Of course, just a timely thought to create his artistry.

The day was really tiring and all I wanted to do was have a peaceful mind before falling asleep. So taking the book kept on my study table, I dragged myself to the bed and fell free on it.

Werewolves.

Their nature, their honesty and loyalty gained them the devotion and support of both the supernaturals and the mortals. They served as the anchor in a raging sea. Balance between the two world of magic and mortality.

Selena, the moon goddess, her heart swelled with pride, as she watched her child serving truly to their responsibilities. So to show her happiness in them , she blessed the werewolves with the most supreme favour.

A mate.

The wolves cherished their mate. One's mate was a god's gift and blessing none could ignore. The world evolved with love and togetherness or as one thought it to be.

They say just like light and darkness, evil is the companion of good. A cycle of life which brightens you and also beholds you in the misery of darkness. Power, superiority, the urge to become the supreme being destroyed the peace of the wolves. They broke into packs, defying each other and directing it to a war of attaining the authority and command.

Seeing this Selena became distressed again. Being helpless she knocked the door of the almighty. The God with all his love embraced her problems as his own.

"The world I created is still like a little baby. They will walk and fell down, hurt themselves, cry over it but will again gain the courage to walk the rest of the path. Selena, my dear, you can only show them the path, but its them who need to overcome the hurdles and persist with. Have a little hope, it's just the beginning ."

So she did, she waited for the miracle her God predicted and the wait wasn't too long. Her first born, the first werewolf Angus took hold of the anchor again. 

"We can't go on like this. The werewolves are our Goddess's pride and belief. The one to break it will be harboring the soul of a demon while residing among us. One who shall be beheaded for going against the wishes of our Goddess. I understand your worry, the supreme should be cherished , however the weaker should be the one they protect."