His rogue✔[Fabels Of The Past Series#2]

Athelia

The werewolf scriptures and sacred texts were filled with various myths and legendary creatures of night and those mighty folklores were carved on the temple of King Hades in the northern city of the werewolf kingdom.

The stories were believed to be sagas of Gods and the temple was the proof enough for it to be true.

Medusa gazed at the pictures carved in the ceiling in awe, the ancient protector of the Underworld, Cerberus was painted on it breathing fire.

"Hurry up pup, we need to find the priest." Zion held Medusa's wrist guiding her to the huge mahogany doors of the magnanimous temple.

An archaic dagger was kept in the confines of a glass case. Medusa felt drawn to it like a thirsty man to a drop of water in the esoteric desert.

"Please come with me dad." She dragged Zion with her to the huge dagger, her fingers feeling the rusted fonts engraved on the pedestal on which it was kept.

"Athelia" a gasp escaped Zion's mouth.

"Dad what is it?" but before Zion could answer a man in light grey attire appeared in front of her, his face was calm and a soft comforting smile present on his kind features, a spark of satisfaction gleamed in his blue irises.

"Athelia is the name of this lethal weapon- the most powerful weapon in all the realms. It's the dagger of the moon goddess Persephone herself, it is said that the demons of hell had gifted her this as an honour."

"How come it is among us?" The priest smiled to Medusa's hesitant question.

"It's said that mother Luna Persephone has kept Athelia in this temple herself for a prodigious mortal but when you see closely.....the weapon is incomplete. There was a stone engraved in it's base but now it's missing since decades."

Medusa stiffened, her hands becoming cold and clammy from a foreign feeling coursing through her.

"W-What i-is the colour of that gem?"

"Violet-blue emerald, it's only one in the whole cosmos, there are none other like it." Medusa paled, her eyes widening.

"Do you know a place me and my daughter can stay for a few months? We are normads and have been continuously travelling for three days without any permanent shelter."

The priest and Zion talked not noticing the erratic breaths of Medusa.

"Do you have money?" Zion nodded taking out seven gold coins from his woolen coat's pocket.

"Ah seven coins? Well it's enough for four months."
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The wooden cabin given to them was in the quite area of the countryside. Orange tress surrounded the house with the aroma of it's freshness lingering in the rooms.

The coppery chestnut colour of the walls gave off the cozy vibe pacifying Medusa. Her small bed was made in the corner of a room lightened with a few candles.

A tear trailed down her cheek reminiscing her dreams of a similar house with a loving mate and children.

How stupid was she to weave such fantasies, she must have remembered that girls like her are not entitled to happiness neither were to peace.

Her hands were trembling, she kept recalling the words of the priest...the violet stone.

"Medi?" Zion knocked on her door twice, opening it to see Medusa petrified.

"What happened princess?"

"I have that stone dad....the gem that the monk was talking about." She parted her hair pulling out the necklace pendant Rhysand gave her.