The Forbidden Prophecy

Prologue

It was a cool, sunny afternoon on October of 1101 in the kingdom behind the walls. The people of the kingdom were free to roam in their true wolf form as they pleased. To train. For fun. The pack didn't have to fear being made fun of or gawked at just because they could turn into wolves.

 There was subtle edge in the air, nothing the people worried about though. The kingdom was used to feeling a bit on edge. They were one of the most feared supernatural creatures known to man. They had no reason to be judged though; werewolves were protectors of the people. Even if those people weren't in the pack.

This pack was known as the Bloodlust pack. A cunning, smart group of werewolves who would do ANYTHING to protect the people in the pack. Even if it meant killing. They tried their hardest not to though. This castle was where many laws were made. The Bloodlust pack was the highest in the hierarchy. They were in charge of all world-wide pack meetings and conferences.

later in the evening..

The King, Damien, was holding a banquet to celebrate the birth of his first daughter. Damien sat at the head of his table with his wife, Anna, next to him. 

The tone in the room was jovial and carefree. Everybody was letting go. Toasts were made. Food was passed. Laughs were heard. Even the guards were feeling calm.

That was until there was a loud clanging noise heard all the way at the front of the castle in the foyer. Damien grew still, and grabbed his wife's wrist, squeezing lightly. The guards became stiff, they felt danger approaching and were fighting the urge to shift into their warrior form. People were cowering in their chairs, holding onto each other.

Two elven witches came through the door. They had large, pointy ears. Huge earlobes, tattooed and inscribed with strange hieroglyphics. Each had a strangely shaped nose. The first witch was taller, but walked hunched over, as if she had a hump on her back. The other witch was plump and short with tiny fingers and evil eyes. They had blood dripping down their faces coming from their eyes as if they were possessed. They were whispering and babbling this ominous gibberish, until the first witch started screaming, "It has been foretold that one many generations later would fall in love with a human. A forbidden love. Beware!" 

The second witch then walked up to the table and started banging on the edge of it and chanting, "Beware, beware, beware, beware. This love will bring ruin to the Bloodlust pack. A battle will ensue. A terrible and horrid one. Lives will be lost, hearts broken. Families will be ripped apart and the innocents* will be taken. The only way to stop it is.."

Before she could finish her chanting, an arrow shot her in the heart. King Damien had grabbed it from the guard beside him and his wife. The other witch received the same punishment. 

The room grew quiet, seconds felt like minutes, and then the dining hall grew loud with screams and questions. "What is happening?" "Why did you kill her? She was going to tell us how to stop it!" 

King Damien then said, "Be quiet my people. Hush now. They were just high off the spirits. They were spouting pure nonsense in the presence of royals. I had to stop it. I apologize if this has ruined our feast. Please, return to your rooms and let us turn in for the night."

The people did exactly as told. They returned to their rooms. But little did they know, King Damien was just as scared as they. He immediately began work on a law to forbid any speaking of tonight's events or the prophecy. It was now forbidden. He killed the witches in hope the prophecy would end with them. Elven witches live forever unless shot with a silver arrow, which is the only thing the guards have available. The prophecy would be hidden away for many many years. Long after King Damien and the current royals died. It would stay hidden even until the castle fell to the another country. This is when the Bloodlusts became able to live in harmony with the humans because werewolves were just silly myths now.

The forbidden prophecy would stay hidden away until one day, it started coming true.