Prologue
330 Words
Long before I was born, supernatural races ascended from the mythology of mankind and became the apex of what was considered to be the most superior in existence. They consisted of witches, shapeshifters known as werewolves, elves, and vampires.
The greatest amongst them were the werewolves. They were the rulers of the supernaturals in my village. For a short time, humans and werewolves fought; they fought over who would rule the land and they fought for the preservation of their kind. The humans lost.
However, werewolves were not cruel nor as monstrous as they were made out to be. They lived among humans
in packs, providing us with protection in return for reverence. Humans began to see them as a form of god-like beings; worthy of being worshiped. In this way, there was peace among the packs and the humans.
This changed over time, for greed and desire always creeps in between the cracks of peace. Humans began to get restless. Many didn't enjoy being considered the lesser being. And few began to plot, attacking the werewolves where they could with weaknesses discovered over the ages. The werewolves, despite their predispositions of respect and kindness for human life, began to resent and attack humans in kind.
Even after the human resistance was smothered, the werewolves continued to resent the humans. They considered them less than inferior beings. They considered them cattle and they began to treat them as such. They isolated human villages; no longer living among them as before, creating a barrier between them and the villages with the help of the witches.
The god-like creatures became the very monsters the humans originally feared them to be and yet still demanded to be worshipped as the true leaders of our world. They come every year on the blood moon seeking a maiden from the village to be taken as a wife or a Human Luna and she is never seen again.
This was the world I was born into.
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