"Before I tell you about the LOKI LUPIN and it's important, I need to tell you about the origins of Werewolves and Vampires." Sophie said.
Sophie continued her story...
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ANCIENT GREECE
(480 BCE)
In the year 480 BCE, the golden era of Ancient Greece, the mighty city-state of Sparta stood as a bastion of strength and valor. King Leonidas, renowned for his unwavering courage and leadership, found himself confined to his bed, a shadow of his former self.
The room in which King Leonidas lay was adorned with Spartan regalia, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the warrior culture. Bronze shields bearing the iconic lambda, the symbol of Sparta, lined the walls, reflecting the flickering light of torches that cast dancing shadows upon the chamber's stone walls.
As the coughing fits wracked King Leonidas's body, the scent of cedar and frankincense filled the air, mingling with the aroma of medicinal herbs, brought by servants in a futile attempt to ease their beloved king's suffering. The bed upon which he lay was crafted from solid oak, its intricate carvings depicting scenes of heroic battles and the triumphant victories of Sparta's warriors.
Dienekes, King Leonidas's faithful assistant, stood by his side, a pillar of support and unwavering loyalty. His eyes reflected a mix of concern and reverence as he witnessed his king's weakened state. Dienekes's hands, calloused from years of combat training, trembled slightly as he adjusted the soft linen sheets that covered the king's body.
The room was dimly lit, with only a single oil lamp casting a soft, warm glow. Its flickering light illuminated the king's face, accentuating the lines of wisdom and experience etched upon his weathered features. King Leonidas's piercing gaze, though weakened by illness, still radiated an aura of determination and authority, a testament to his unwavering spirit.
Outside the chamber, the bustling sounds of the city of Sparta echoed through the open windows. The rhythmic cadence of marching soldiers, the clanging of swords, and the shouts of training drills served as a constant reminder of the imminent threat facing Greece. The mighty Persian Empire, with its vast armies and insatiable thirst for conquest, loomed on the horizon, ready to wage war upon the free city-states.
Despite his weakened state, King Leonidas remained resolute, his unwavering determination fueled by a deep love for his homeland and an unyielding loyalty to his people. The weight of his responsibilities pressed upon him heavily, but he knew that the fate of Sparta and the entire Greek civilization rested upon his shoulders.
In that chamber, amidst the flickering light and the fragrant air, King Leonidas's legacy stood as a beacon of hope and defiance. Even in his weakened state, he remained the epitome of Spartan valor, an embodiment of the spirit that had forged an empire and shaped the course of history.
"Is she not here yet?" King Leonidas asked his Favourite Servant; Dienekes in a weakened state, as he coughed more and more.
"She hasn't arrived yet, but i believe she should be on her way" Dienekes replied.
After those words, The sound of someone knocking the door could be heard, everyone looked to see who that was and to their surprise it was her. It was a witch by the name; Agatheia.
Agatheia entered the chamber, her presence commanding attention and a sense of intrigue. She was a woman of ethereal beauty, her features illuminated by an otherworldly glow. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like strands of moonlight, adorned with intricate braids and adorned with delicate flowers.
Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep emerald, held a wisdom that seemed to span centuries. They sparkled with an inner light, hinting at the powerful magic that resided within her. Her gaze bore into the souls of those who met her eyes, as if peering into their very essence.
Agatheia's slender figure was draped in flowing robes of rich, velvety purple, adorned with golden symbols and intricate patterns that whispered tales of ancient spells and enchantments. The fabric seemed to shimmer with a subtle luminescence, as if infused with the mystical energies that coursed through her veins.
As she moved, her steps were graceful and deliberate, as if each movement was carefully orchestrated. Her presence exuded a sense of confidence and authority, as if she held the secrets of the universe within her grasp. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a melodic quality, resonating with a harmony that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.
Agatheia approached King Leonidas with a calm and composed demeanor, her eyes filled with a mixture of compassion and determination. She possessed an air of mystique that intrigued all who beheld her, her very presence evoking a sense of both awe and apprehension.
"Your Majesty," she said, her voice carrying a soothing yet commanding tone. "I have arrived as promised; it is time to restore your strength and rid you of this ailment that plagues you."
Her words carried a weight of assurance, as if she held the key to unlocking the King's healing. As she spoke, her hands gracefully gestured, conjuring a soft aura of light that enveloped King Leonidas. The gentle glow emanating from her fingertips seemed to caress his weakened body, infusing him with a revitalizing energy.
Agatheia's physical appearance mirrored her powerful presence. She possessed a timeless beauty that captivated the hearts and minds of all who encountered her. As she stood before King Leonidas, a beacon of hope and rejuvenation, it was clear that she held the potential to change the course of his destiny and the fate of ancient Greece itself.
"Through all my research, i was only able to find one way to cure you" Agatheia said.
"What's that way?" King Leonidas asked.
"You have to go to Temple of Wepwawet, in Asyut, Egypt. The god Wepwawet can provide you a way to cure your problem" Agatheia said.
Without a Second thought, King Leonidas said to his favourite servant; Dienekes:
"Go and gather some guards, we are going to head to Egypt"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS JUST A FICTIONAL WAY OF HOW VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES CAME TO EXISTENCE WITHIN THE CONFINEMENT OF THIS NOVEL.