In a quiet rural town, 13-year-old Ethan Alexander lives a humble life as an orphan raised by kind-hearted farmers. Unknown to him, his lineage is not as ordinary as his surroundings; he is the rare hybrid of a werewolf and a vampire-a secret that h...
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The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open, a rush of warm air and the clamor of voices washing over me. The tavern was alive with energy, lit by flickering torches that threw wild shadows against the damp stone walls. Burly men, their faces rugged and their arms thick with muscle, laughed boisterously around long, rough-hewn tables, mugs of ale raised high as they boasted and bragged about who was the strongest. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread mixed with the tangy aroma of spilled drinks, creating an atmosphere that made my stomach growl.
I stepped further inside my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The tavern was vast, the ceiling disappearing into the darkness above, while the air buzzed with chatter and the sounds of clinking metal. Music from a distant lute added to the energetic ambience, and for a moment, I felt a pull to join in the revelry. But I had a different purpose.
As I maneuvered through the crowd, dodging playful brawls and curious glances, I focused on my mission. I needed answers about the elusive magic school, and about King Lycoan's lost son, whose fate was tangled in rumors and secrets. My eyes scanned the room, searching for someone who can help.
Thats when I spotted her. In a corner bathed in dim light, sat Creeta. She was unlike, anyone I had ever seen, a bird-like woman with feathers that shimmered in shades of white and silver, ruffling softly as she moved. Her eyes bright and intelligent, seemed to pierce through the jovial chaos of the tavern and connect directly with mine. She looked both majestic and wild, stunning blend of grace and fierceness.
(Creeta)
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I made my way towards her. The noise faded into the background, replaced by the rapid beat of my heart as I approached. I could feel the intensity of her gaze as if she were assessing not just my appearance but my very spirit. I had to be brave. This was my chance to find out what I needed to know.
"Take a seat Ethan, your mother and father are good friends of mine," her voice gracefully carried like a tune, "and don't worry your Mother is fine. She hasn't returned home yet but she has her reasons. Which will be revealed to you soon."
I took the seat across from her, setting my satchel down on the table.
"I don't think they ever spoke about you, but Samual sent me here for food but I have some questions.. well, how do you.. know so much? I haven't told you much of anything yet," I explained nervously.
