The Children of the Gods

Chapter Two: Years Pass

Several Years Later

A few hunters gathered around Maeva as she checked the path ahead. It didn't look disturbed; not promising. She continued to glance around, trying to see some kind of prey. It was getting colder out, competition was getting worse. Bears killed deer and elk in preparation to sleep while Maeva and her group tried to hunt the remains. Each hunter was a follower of Zevion, and each one embraced the beast blood within her, but no one else knew their beliefs or secrets but them. Its why they were the only people willing to hunt everyday. Hunters of Zevion are blessed with greater endurance and adrenaline and feel more satisfaction from stalking and killing. They were truly the perfect specimens for hunting. "Anything you can hop into?" Maeva snapped back into reality from scanning the woods around her. A crow sat up in a tree, waiting for them to make a kill so it could attempt to steal some. It hadn't left for the winter along with many other crows, they could usually get by living near villages. She focused on the crow, putting herself into its state of mind. Her body broke apart into thick black smoke and rapidly flew towards the crow, temporarily taking it over. She scanned the forest from the tree, trying her hardest to spot any type of large game to hunt. She couldn't even see a bear lumbering through the nearby forest. She flew up to look further out.

As she flew, a flash of yellow caught her eye. She looked to the side and saw an owl sitting in a tree, watching her fly by. She lowered herself and glided along the bushes until she found an opening, releasing herself from the crow and letting it fly away as her body materialized. The yellow she saw was gone, but the eyes still reflected the stars. She smirked, and pulled her bow and an arrow off of her back. "You know, an owl wouldn't sit there so calmly with me this close." It tilted its head. "Are you a real owl? Or are you watching me?" She asked as she mounted the arrow onto the bow. The owl watched her movement and hunched forward, flashing its wings and tail feathers while fluffing its other feathers outwards to make it look bigger. She continued to prepare her bow to make the shot. "I don't believe you're really an owl. I believe you're spying on me." The owl stiffened slightly, but held its defensive stance. Maeva swiftly pulled the arrow back and sent it flying at the branch the owl was standing on. The owl reacted simply by flying up and hovering, but not leaving. "So you're not an owl," she said triumphantly, watching as the owl lowered itself to the ground in front of her.

"Fine," a monotone voice echoed back.

"What do you want?"

"For you to not talk to me." The owl tilted its head, looking annoyed as it replied.

"You're the one following me!"

"Not for conversation." It continued staring, its starry eyes almost seemed to be swimming.

This isn't the first time the owl requested she leave it to it's spying, but it was getting annoying. The owl had been following her in some form since the first time she let her beast form slip. She scoffed at it and attempted to walk away. There was a flash of light behind her, and a plain male nord stopped her in her tracks. She jumped back and turned around; the owl was gone. "what was that?" She exclaimed, backing away a few paces.

"I'm a shifter, I can change what and who I am," the man replied plainly. Maeva thought back to her limited knowledge on the gods. Sol favored owls and could transform into many different forms. Nobody truly knew who or what Sol was.

"So the old woman was right, you are Sol." The nord nodded. "Why have you been following me all of these years?" He looked completely uninterested in her.

"Not to answer questions."

"Then why do this?" She growled as she placed her bow back onto her back. She kept her hand on the dagger hanging from her waist as a warning and precaution, even though she knew if Sol decided to attack her there was nothing she could do.