Legend of the Moon Goddess (ENGLISH VERSION)

The silvery glow of the full moon cast an ethereal light over the mortal realm, illuminating the chaos that had consumed the earth. The Goddess of the Moon, Elara, gazed upon her creation with a heart heavy with sorrow. Hunters, vampires, and werewolves, each vying for dominance, their hatred and fear of one another palpable. They saw only their differences, their inferiority, rather than the beauty of their unique existence. Tears, like silver rain, fell from her eyes, and the skies wept with her. The winds howled, a mournful dirge, as the great war raged on. But then, a shaft of light pierced the clouds, illuminating the battlefield. The warriors, blinded by their own fury, stumbled to a stop, covering their eyes. As the light faded, a figure emerged, radiant and terrible. Elara, the Moon Goddess, stood before them, her silver hair cascading like a river of moonlight. A crescent moon crowned her brow, and a sword, sharp as the edge of night, gleamed in her right hand. The vampires, hunters, and werewolves stared, transfixed by her beauty and power. But none bowed to their knees, none showed the respect due a goddess. Elara's eyes narrowed, her aura darkening like a stormy night. "Who dares to address me?" a voice, like the whisper of the wind, asked. The leader of the vampires, Adrian, stepped forward, his eyes flashing with defiance. "What is your name, goddess?" he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. Elara's gaze fell upon him, her eyes cold as stone. "You do not deserve to know my name," she whispered. "But hear my words, creatures of the night. A child shall be born, a daughter of the moon, with the power to unite or destroy. She will be the key to your salvation or your downfall." The leaders of the vampires, hunters, and werewolves exchanged uneasy glances. They saw only a myth, a fairy tale, and their faces twisted with scorn. Adrian sneered, "A myth, nothing more." The leader of the hunters, a grizzled man named Ryder, spoke up, "We've heard enough. This is a trick, a plight to divide us." The werewolf leader, a burly man named Thor, growled, "KILL HER!” he shouts. The mob echoed their agreement, their voices a cacophony of hatred and intolerance. Elara's eyes flashed with anger, and she raised her sword. "Kill her!" Adrian shouted, and the cry was taken up by the mob. Elara drove her sword into the earth, and the ground shook. A blast of energy sent the warriors flying, and as they scrambled to their feet, she vanished, leaving behind a prophecy and a warning. From that moment on, every generation of vampires, hunters, and werewolves would hunt the girl with the moon's power, the daughter born with a birthmark. Years passed, and a human wife, pregnant with child, slept peacefully beside her werewolf husband, Kaleb, in their cozy home. Elara visited them, her presence a gentle caress. She bestowed her blessing upon the unborn child, and the food in their pantry, ensuring they would want for nothing. But as she turned to leave, she whispered, "Take care of her, but I fear for what is to come." Months passed, and Serene was born, a beautiful baby with a crescent moon birthmark on her sacral region. The old woman who delivered her, a loyal servant of the hunters, recognized the mark and knew the prophecy had been fulfilled. "Aina, what's wrong?" Kaleb asked, noticing the old woman's troubled expression. Aina's eyes flicked to the baby, and she forced a smile. "Nothing, just a bit tired. You have a beautiful daughter, Kaleb." Lara, Kaleb's wife, smiled, cradling Serene in her arms. "Thank you, Aina. We'll take good care of her." Aina nodded, her eyes lingering on the birthmark. "I'll just... just get some fresh air." She slipped away, seeking the current leader of the hunters, and together, they drove fast to the family’s home. “Leave!” the voice whispers to Kaleb's ears as he starred to his daughter and wife who are sleeping peacefully. At first he ignored it, but after a while he heard it again. “Leave!” she gently said. That made him curious. Just a few moments after they heard the distant sound of a car pulling up and coming to a stop outside their house, Kaleb quickly took a peek from the window. His eyes narrowing as he peered out to get a better view of what was happening outside. Through the glass, he could see a group of individuals dressed in camouflage and rugged clothing, their figures clustered together near the car. As soon as he caught sight of them, he knew exactly who they were and what their intentions might be. It was clear these were the hunters he had been warned about, and their presence outside his home was not a coincidence. The moment was tense, and a flood of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to assess the situation and decide what to do next. "Lara, wake up," Kaleb whispered, shaking his wife gently. "We need to go." Lara sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What's wrong?" "I don't know, but I heard something. Aina was acting strange earlier." Lara's eyes widened, and she held Serene tightly. "What do you think is happening?" He was unaware, but only one person needed to have a reason. "Quick, I want to see Serene!" he shouted. Even the baby was peacefully sleeping. He picked her up, removed her clothes, and examined her body—there it was, the birthmark on her sacral region. "s**t!" he cursed. Why didn't he notice it a minute earlier? "What? No cursing now?" his wife said, then slapped his arms. Kaleb’s expression was serious. "We have to get out of here, NOW!" He covered the baby and even though his wife is weak he grabbed his wrists and helped her stand. A loud bang makes the couple shiver. As they fled through the forest, the sounds of gunfire and screams echoed around them. By the time they reached the middle of the woods, they were exhausted and terrified. Kaleb looked at his family. His wife was weeping, but their baby slept peacefully, as if she knew to stay quiet. Kaleb knew he couldn't run forever. As a trained warrior of his pack, he decided it was time to fight back. Their pursuers were relentless hunters who would never stop until they had his daughter. For years, they had waited for a child. To Kaleb, Serene was not a curse—she was a blessing, a symbol of hope and salvation. "No," he vowed. "Not on my watch." "Lara, take Serene and go!" Kaleb shouted, pushing his wife ahead. "No, Kaleb, don't leave us!" Lara cried more, but he forced her to keep moving. As they stumbled through the underbrush, Lara stumbled, and Kaleb caught her. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes filled with tears. "Kaleb, what's happening?" Lara asked, her voice trembling. "The birthmark," Kaleb whispered. "Serene has the birthmark. They're coming for her." Lara's eyes widened in horror, and she held Serene tightly. "No, no, no." Kaleb's face was grim. "We need to get her to safety. I'll hold them off." As the hunters closed in, Kaleb pushed Lara and Serene into a hollowed-out bush. "Stay hidden, I'll come back for you." Lara held Serene, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, Kaleb. Come back to us." Kaleb smiled, his eyes filled with love. "I will, I promise." The clouds bruised the sky, unleashing a heavy, relentless rain that turned the forest floor into a graveyard of mud. Kaleb didn't hesitate. With a guttural roar, he shifted, his bones cracking and reforming into a massive, soot-furred wolf. He lunged into the treeline to intercept the hunters, snapping at the air to draw their fire. He fought on everything he can but the hunters were prepared with silver-tipped bolts. One by one, the arrows found their mark. Kaleb collapsed, his golden eyes losing their light as the rain washed the heat from his fur. Lara watched in horror as Kaleb was taken from her. She covered her mouth trying not to make noise. Even she was weak, she scrambled through the thorns, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “There she is!” one of the hunters shouts while pointing at her. She run as fast as she can. Thanking the Divine Life, she managed to lose the scent of the hounds in the downpour, but she knew the reprieve was temporary. Spotting a dense thicket of holly and overgrown ferns, she knelt. With trembling hands, she tucked her daughter, Serene, into the hollow of the roots and covered her with her own cloak. Serene’s small face crumpled, a wail beginning to rise, but the mother leaned in close. “Hush, my sweetheart,” she sobbed, pressing her cheek to the infant’s. “I love you. Mama and Papa love you more than the stars.” Serene went still, her wide eyes reflecting her mother’s silhouette. Then, as if the forest itself had gone quiet to listen, the baby reached out a tiny hand and smiled. It was a brief, beautiful spark of light in the darkness. Her mother kissed her forehead, whispered a final “Goodbye,” and stood up. Lara decided in order for her baby to be safe. She will divert them. Divert that makes it possible for her to be killed but she didn't care. She didn't run away instead she ran toward the flickering torches. She was met by the hunters and a cold, shadowy figure behind the—the old woman. She watched her with guilt on her eyes. Aina whispered “Sorry!” Lara didn't speak but her eyes darted on her- full of hatred and betrayal. “Don’t you ‘sorry’ me!” she said. Aina was about to explain when a tall man appeared in dark shadows of the night. He stared at her darkly and deadly. He didn't wear the rugged gear of a hunter but he wore a long, heavy coat, and his eyes were as cold as the silver blades his men carried. He leaned on a cane, watching her with a terrifyingly calm expression. "Give us the child," the Chief said, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain like a rusted blade. "End this now, and your death will be swift." "There is no child," she lied, her voice shaking but her gaze steady. "You killed the only thing I loved when you took Kaleb." The man tilted his head, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. He gestured to the muddy tracks she had left behind. "The earth doesn't lie as well as you do, wolf-blood. A mother’s scent is heavy with milk and desperation. Where is the girl?" "Gone," she spat, stepping toward him to draw the hunters' eyes away from the thicket. "She is somewhere you will never find her. You’ve lost!” His smile vanished, replaced by a gaze of pure ice. "I have lived far too long to be outplayed by a dying beast." He turned to his hunters. "She is wasting our time. End it.” As the hunters moved in, she didn't scream. She fought with a feral intensity, taking their blows to ensure they remained focused only on her. When the leader finally raised his hand to deliver the signal for the end, she looked past him, picturing Serene’s smile one last time. After the final struggle, the man looked down at her fallen form, wiping a stray drop of rain from his cheek. "Search the perimeter," he commanded. “Bring me the girl." “Yes, chief!” They all said and start searching. The torrential rain had washed away the scent of the baby and the tracks leading to the bushes. Discouraged by the mud and the darkness, the hunters eventually signaled the retreat. "Nothing chief the rain covered and we have a little fire left. “ the second in command reported. “We will do searching tomorrow first thing in the morning. She’s only here I feel it.” He added. The Chief sighs and stared into the dark woods for a long moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "Fine," he hissed. "Let’s go!" “But how is my reward?” Aina questioned. The Chief somewhat pissed at her and look his second commander. “Kill her!” He command. They just bowed at him and he left the woods. Aina shook in horror and tried to escape but the hunter took a knife and slashed her neck. “You’re now useless!” He said while watching her catching out of breath. He throw the knife and walk away together with others. Next thing in the morning, a stranger stumbled upon the bush where Lara had hidden Serene. She pushed aside the leaves, and her eyes widened as she saw the baby, crying softly. She picked her up, cradling her in her arms. "Ohhh. You're safe now, little one," she whispered, her eyes filled with compassion. The stranger looked around, but there was no one in sight. She knew she had to get the baby to safety. The stranger's eyes locked onto Serene's face, and she smiled. "I'll take care of you, little one. I'll keep you safe." From the moment on, the mission begins. She became the guardian of the child of the prophecy, the key to the world of chaos.