Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter IV: Tale Of The Wolf's Land

"You're summoned"

The light was dimmed, yet I could still see her features. She was tall and slender and beautiful even though her face was covered by the mask. The black exquisite masquerade mask decorated with blue crystals at one side around the eyes. Her unusual green eyes seemed to glow under the black mask along with her long red hair that was tied delicately. I didnt know it was their tradition for servant to wear mask, in fact, I wasn't sure if she was a servant. Her long black silky gown wrapped smoothly around her body. It was simple, yet it appeared to be elegant on her. The light of the lantern  on her hand revealed her cold emotionless face just as everyone live in this place I had seen. 

I was surprised to have someone in the confined space with me and I blanked out for a minute before I realised she was waiting impatiently. I reluctantly approached the prison door as she moved out of the way.

I was walking, towards the light, towards my death. I knew they didn't just send someone to escort me. They have decided to execute me for sure. The wet cobble stone cladded on my steps, amplified the sound with each move I made as they synced along with my heart beat. I had to keep my calm. I can't show them my weakness. I'm still a goddess. No matter how low the werewolves think we were, I couldn't let them get their arrogance and that obnoxious smuggling face. I had my pride and no one could assault it.

The fire danced with my shadow as we made our way up and up the cold stairs. It was already night at the time, and the surroundings were too quite for my liking. I thought a place like prison would've troops storming around to watch for any attempt of escaping. Oh well, what am I think? They would hunt me down the moment I step out of the dungeon anyway. Maybe the set up was just a bait.

The sky was clear and the stars flourished with their beauty, trying to perform their dance of lights as they sparkle like diamonds on a blanket of black. The moon was gone now, hidden by the clouds or the unknown powers in this place. I felt lonely and vulnerable without it. Perhaps it was part of me, my companion and protector. The thought of protection clenched my heart again. I thought of him. Of how he promised to accompany me, to protect me and never leave me. Yet that promise was broken just after a month. After a month the promise was made, and it was broken by our separation.

The touch of grass and soft ground reassured I was still alive and encouraged me to step forward in this dreadful place. I love the nature, the trees and animals. Their presence enlighten and exhilarate me and I tried, at that moment, to devour down their scents, exhaling in and filled my lungs full with the cold air I love. Because I knew I wouldn't have a chance to enjoy it much longer.

I was surprised their headquarters weren't built to be connected. We walked for a pretty long time, covering the edge of the forest until finally I saw lights afar. I thought the prisons and barracks (if they preferred) would be close together. But they were all located separately and far apart, isolated by trees. Their infrastructure was magnificent that I have to admit Olympus would not be able to compete. They build houses on trees. I knew those trees were not grown there, they were plugged from the ground and was transported across the Alaskan land here. Their heights I could not guess, for they were tall and ancient, but they stood up in the twilights like living towers. Their roots were supported by the silvery and purplish light of magic, twirling and twisting around the base. The bark was smooth and pale like the colour of my skin. Their old branches twisted like arms, supporting the halls of green leaves above. The werewolves lived in flets, kind of elegant and massive tree house around the main trunk and the joints of branches. The fine craved and designed white wooden stair coiled around the trunk to the platforms above. Bridges dangling on the air, connecting one tree to another amazed me. The place was lit with thousands of lamps, of silver and gold as their magical flames danced before my eyes. I looked in astonishment, at the fair city that was built entirely on trees. (Lol I'm trying to create Caras Gallahon or Lothlorien in the Lord of the Rings😁😁😁✌️) If only they were not my enemy, I would've chosen this place to live.