"Are you familiar with original myth of how the werewolf came to be?," she asked.
"No," Aden and I spoke out in unison.
"Then we'll start there," she began.
"There are hundreds of legends about us and how we came to be, but only one comes close to being accurate.
The Greek legend of the Lycanthrope is the only one not contaminated by the pop culture versions of werewolfs.
We don't turn on full moons, we aren't ravenous beasts who kill for pleasure as so many of those degrading movies have portrayed us to be, and we don't have bad tempers. No, none of it is true. To understand a werewolf you must forget all the guidlines set out by humans and embrace the ones set out by you"
"What do you mean 'the ones set out by you'? I literally just learned I was some mythological creature, now I have to set rules for myself?," the whole speech confused me.
"You'll understand soon, but I need to give you the entire story"
"Ugh..... fine continue," I sighed.
"Greek mythology tells of the existence of werewolves. The all powerful God Zeus once disguised himself as a commoner and searched for shelter in the Kingdom of the Arcadian King, Lycaon. The king realized it was Zeus and welcomed him warmly into his kingdom, with a hoarse thank you Zeus entered into his palace.
It was a grand palace that stood tall above the land and could intimidate even the most fearless men. Lycaon was a greedy King who would do anything to prove his power, and so he tried to kill Zeus by having him served human flesh. Zeus recognized what the awful King was trying to do and didn't touch the dish.
Enraged, he demolished the palace and punished the King to fit his crime. Zeus turned him into a ravenous beast that craved human flesh"
"A wolf," I whispered.
It all started to piece together, but where did the elemental part come in?
"Yes, a wolf," she cooed.
"Okay. I get all the myth stuff, but what about the powers. The elements," I was practically begging for an answer.
Something to explain the past weekend.
"I was just getting to that," she began, "The King Lycaon was not a King to be messed with. He had dark interests and dark relations. A decade before, the King had conquered the Kingdom of Elemia"
"Elemia? Like the organic wizardry town Elemia, where they believe in that harvesting from resources bull shit?," he said venomously.
"That bull shit saved your life!," Catali screamed as she pounded the table with her fists.
I saw Aden ball his hands into fists.
"And it killed my mother," he whispered.
Both stood there silent with nothing left to be said, or rather without knowing of what to say next.
I reached for Aden's hand to try to comfort him, but quickly withdrew because he was boiling hot.
"Ahss," I let out a whispered pain.
Aden's gaze didn't shift from Catali's.
