The Touch Of The Moon

Prologue

   A child born with the touch of the moon godess was something of a holy affair and a sin. It was also something of a legend, far from thier imagination. It is something the creatures who howeled by night and walked among humans by day would have never believed to witness in thier life time. Something no creature belived to witness.

   A family who's far blood line connects to that of the Lycans, not just any rare werewolf with a high pedigree, are gifted a first born with the touch of the moon under the holy full moon of new years. A small female pup who can create wonders with the purness of heart or corrupted of conscience. It is told that it is she who will rise when the myth world is most persecuted.

   There lay, in the hands of a protective mother, a child wrapped carefully in fur to shield her from the harsh winds and hail. Her orbs were prestine grey, filled with innocence and prosperity, showing almost no remebelence to her mother or father.

   The mother sat upon a male wolf who's fur was thick and satin etched with a striking grey. His fangs bared for any who dared to cross his path as he journey to the east, in search for the one and only savior they could trust, who also happened to be the enemy of thier race. It was risky, but had to be done.

   The new born shivered with heat radiating off the small bundle like waves. The mothers soft featured creased with worry and pain from her still healing stomach. The father pushed on further, drawing energy from his more feared side, his lycan blood. Winds blew in fury, as if they fought against the couple's will.
Soon enough, the great castle sat upon the impressive mountain in the far east came into view.

   Stories told to the mother by her own mother came scurriying back, and she stared in awe. The father howeled to signal his arrival, allowing the plead to sink through and showing he comes with no mean of harm. Seconds later, the striking gray wolf was stopped in his track and gained position in defence.

   "It's not every day we have the graciousness of meeting with a Lycan wolf. To what do you desire, my friend?" A pale man who almost blended in with the snow smiled as his boots seeped into the snow. Two others with blood red eyes and fangs to accompany them stood behind him in a stance, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

   The mother rose from her lover, walking slowly to the man, making sure to warn the father to stay back. He growled, warning that he was ready spring at anyone who dared hurt his loved ones. A head peaked out from the blanket of fur, and the mother looked at the child with fear, fear of her death. The pale man stepped closer to the women and her child, gasping at the child's shocking silver hair and small eyes barely able to open.

   "Is that, dare I say, a child touched by the moon?" He looked up at the mother and then to the father with wonder.

   "Yes." The mothers silky voice replied to the man while holding the fragile child close, "We need you help, I beg of you."

   A thin cold finger tickled the side of the child's face causing the wolf behind them to bark in fury. The pale man retreated his finger in awe and looked back at the wolf once again, "You will be allowed passage, but only if you return to human form."

   The mother nodded at her lover and the man's limbs began to bend at his will, tranforming him into a intimidating man who bore scars across his body which was now in full view. Nodding in approval, the man took the mothers hand with a smile. Suddently a warmness flooded the women's body and she looked around shocked at the sudden change of scenery.

   She stood in a great ball like room which had a single red carpet flowing across the center. Her eyes followed till she saw a throne that sat at the top, above everyone else. In it sat a girl of striking beauty, long raven colored hair that fell along her back with a crown that perched at the top in all its glory and golden colored eyes that symboled her royalty in her mighty race. Immediately, out of respect and in order to please the queen, she bowed while holding the child closely. She was desprate.

   Her chin was suddently pulled up, signaling her to stand. The queen stood in front of her with scrutinizing and curious eyes.

   The mother wondered how such a small and dainty little thing, could be queen of an entire race of blood thirsty demons. But that was the least of her worries now, "Your highness, I beg of you. My child, she must be protected." She pleaded.

   The queen looked down at the child who sat in her mothers arms. She reached out her hands, "May I?" The mother hesitantly placed the small child in the girls arms, deciding if she wanted to rescue her daughter from a terrible fait, it required her trust in this queen.

   "She's so cute!" The queen beamed surprisingly at the child in her arms. She looked back at the mother who looked slightly shocked, "Do you know what you will name her?"

   "N-no, not quite yet." She stuttered. She hadn't had time to even spare a thought to her daughters name. It was as if this queen was a child, she looked as if she could be the mothers small sister.

   "How lucky you must be, I'm actually quite good at naming children." She claimed. She furrowed her eye brows as she touched the forehead of the girl, "She's sick."

   The mother nodded, "Yes my queen, she is raging with fever. " She hadn't expected the Queen to be as welcoming as she was. She had heard vicious things about her that would haunt anyones nightmares. That had reminded her, where was her husband? They could have possibly harmed him. Knowing her husbands temper, her face went grim.

   The queen looked up at her nearby servant with a harder expresion. "Call the doctor immediately, Ares take the child to my chambers."

   The mother quickly took the child back into her arms, "I would rather not be separate from my daughter, please." Her eyes begged the petite queen.

   The queen crossed her arms, "Do you want your daughter to be cured? I also know we have other manners to discuss. Your lover is seated in my study as of now."

   The mother bit her lip with thought and looked at the pale man named Ares, who had teleported her here. His eyes colored deep violet and his grin screamed mischevious. "We don't have all day." He took the baby delicately with the mothers regret.

   "Shall we?" The queen smiled at the mother holding out her hand, "Evelyn, my dear old friend."