Every story begins with a story.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, something magnificent happened.
It was on a solar moon. The moon was at its highest. It's light shinned upon the great seas- causing a rippling effect.
The waters danced and the wind sang its songs. The moon light possessed the seas and everything it touched- causing the earth to shake.
Deep within its core the earth broke- creating everything magic. The skies cried- lighting struck the sea- it's belly rumbled. The moon light shinned so bright it blessed all that could be created that night.
Beautiful creatures of all kinds. Some monstrous, others as delicate as flowers, and there were those- despite what creatures would roam, far more superior in this new life.
These mythical creatures were Lycanthrope (Shapeshifters)- creatures that bared faces of man and that of an animal. They had heighten abilities- too many to name.
Above, the humans would whisper of the existence of magical creatures-folklore. In the medieval times, humans gave them many names: fairies, trolls, dwarfs, elves, vampires, and it's primers were called were-wolves.
Unlike the other creatures, werewolves were able to live amongst the humans.
Many of these creatures evolved but, werewolves, they were simply extraordinary.
Males were said to be ruled by the sun whilst females were ruled by the moon- a balance within their kind.
Each specie was given settlements to live and multiply. The werewolves dwell above amongst the humans because of their ability to shift. All but the pure bloods.
There were particular ranks given to all kinds of kinds. Like, kings and queens, lords, lady's, dukes and earls. For the lycans, theirs were the Alphas.
Alpha- they were the leaders of packs. Like kings unto all werewolves. Every pack had their own Alpha leader.
The pure bloods were nothing like other packs. They possessed great strength, wealth, and powers given to them by the moon goddess.
This caused discord amongst the pure and the unpure.
Not all packs hated them. Some coward in the woods whilst others saught to destroy them and steal their power.
This being the reason the pure bloods dwelled below within the earths core, protected far away from those who'd harm them.
-The end-
"That's an ending?" Micheal asked mom.
"I mean, every story must end. But, that was just the beginning." She replies.
I've heard this story hundreds of times. Mom read it to us almost every night.
She says that it's important for us to past down stories like these to our little ones. "It's how we all came to be."
Of course her stories were modified over the years- exaggerations of the beginning. But,
Over the years werewolves truly evolved into something beautiful.
Yes, there were still Alphas, Omegas, Betas, and so fourth. But, not everyone were lycanthrope (shapeshifters).
Its a males birthright to be a lycan. As for females, the same is unsaid.
In our history books, it had something to do with the moon. Some females were able to morph and others something completely different.
The moon goddess would sometimes- every so hundred years, choose these women who weren't morphed to be given her blessings. Powers and special abilities.
They would be fated to mate in the highest ranking families- the purist of us all.
These pure bloods were the Royalty- a family that bore alphas, our primers.
Every hundred years on a Solar moon. The moon goddess came down and blessed five young women with special powers and abilities- that of the elements and much more. Four out of five were called elementals- these four possessed abilities, one of each element.
As for the fifth, she was called the celestial bride(moonshire). She possessed powers of the moon goddess herself. And would be the fated mate of the Alpha himself.
But these were just stories. Truth is, some females never morphed and would eventually be mated into families of lycans.
Males and females who became werewolves morphed around the ages early as 13-19 and if you hadn't ever, you wouldn't.
I'm already 19 and I haven't yet!
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