My Rogue

Chapter 19: The Children of the Moon

A/N: This chapter is based off mythology and yes, I took some liberties with it. This is my story, and I'm taking inspiration from mythology (which I LOVE) and working it in to my novel but this is in no way an actual myth. If you're curious about what I based it off of, read the story of Theseus :) 

Mika's POV

I took a strong whiff of the tea in my hand: chamomile and lavender. The scent alone was enough to settle my shaking nerves, the aromas working their way through my body to settle the jitters.

Simi, the elder, sat across from me, tea of her own in hand through her eyes never left my form. Her smile was bright and warming, as if she had known me long ago and was taking in the nostalgic sight of me once more.

"So," Adriel spoke from beside me, letting his voice trail off. He was the only one besides the Elder and I who chose to sit; Bly stood off near the fireplace while his uncle stood arms crossed by the door as though readying himself for if I decided to make a break for it.

"Elder Simi," Adriel continued. "A Cretan, as you mentioned before. What is it?"

Elder Simi must have heard him but her eyes remained glued to me. Her warm gaze was calming yet intense and it was beginning to make me nervous .

Look at her. The voice rang loud in my ears and I forced my eyes up to hers.

When I made contact with her pale blue eyes, something in her seemed to rejoice and a breath left her body in a satisfied huff.

"Are you aware of the island of Crete?" She spoke, her raspy voice filling the room.

I shook my head but Adriel spoke from beside me.

"You don't mean the Greek island of Crete, do you?"

The Elder beamed at my mate. "The very one. What do you know about the Island of Crete?"

The room stood silent. Elder Simi took a deep breath before setting her mug down on the table. As she glanced around the room, she met the eyes of everyone there, as if calling us all to her attention before she turned her eyes back to me and began to explain.

"The history of our people, werewolves as we are known nowadays, dates back thousands of years; nearly ten thousand, in fact. Our ancestors, the first of our kind, originated from a small island in the sea, rich with beautiful skies and tempered winds. The sun never burned too hot and the nights were blissful and warm, and the people thanked the Moon for their beautiful way of life.

"For many years, the people of the island flourished under the light of the moon, the pale glow illuminating their darkest nights as if to bring them hope. And so loved were the people of the island by the Moon, they were soon visited by a presence, a woman.

"She was as beautiful as she was mysterious, her pale skin glowing brightly in the moonlight. Legends say her hair was like a river flowing, the white color like a star shining through the black skies. Her eyes were as pale as her hair, a warm silver that glowed.

And she called herself Selene."

"Selene?" Bly broke into the Elder's speech earning her a pointed look from her Uncle. "T-the goddess, Selene?"

The Elder noded. "The one and only. Selene was more than just a goddess of the moon, as many have come and gone. Selene was the personification of the moon itself; the one and only true Moon Goddess.

"So many gods roamed the earth those days, all loved or feared by various people around the planet. Most people at the time, however, bathed in the glory of the sun, fearing the darkness and the moon as it was said to be full of terrible horrors. The people of the island were the only group so to say who were loyal to the goddess Selene, able to see her for the benevolent and wonderful spirit she was.