WHOOSH!
A bright Light appeared inside the Temple of Wemawet in Asyut, Egypt. As the light deemed out, two Individuals could be seen inside it and that Cleomenes II and Agathesia. Cleomenes II felt a little dizzy by the teleportation, but held his ground due to his super stamina as a Werewolf.
Cleomenes II opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast, shadowy chamber. Massive stone columns rose up around him, their fluted surfaces glowing dimly in the torchlight. Tapestries hung from the ceiling, depicting scenes of jackal-headed figures engaged in battle. There was a strange, musty smell in the air, and he could hear the sound of water dripping from somewhere nearby. He turned to look at Agathesia, but she was gone. He was alone in the dark, silent temple.
A low growl echoed through the chamber.
"Agathesia?"
Cleomenes II called out, his voice sounding small and fragile in the immense space. But there was no response. The low growling continued, and Cleomenes II began to feel a growing sense of unease. Something was not right here. He took a few tentative steps forward, searching the shadows for any sign of Agathesia. And then he saw it - a statue of Wepwawet, looming out of the gloom. It was huge, at least two stories tall, and carved from dark, polished stone.
Suddenly, the statue began to glow with a deep, ethereal light. Cleomenes II shielded his eyes, squinting as the chamber was bathed in a brilliant white light. When the light finally faded, he found himself face to face with the glowing statue of Wepwawet. The jackal-headed god was staring directly at him, his gaze filled with an unearthly intensity. And then, in a voice that seemed to reverberate from the very stones themselves, the statue spoke.
"Cleomenes II," it said.
Trembling, Cleomenes II dropped to his knees, bowing his head in supplication.
"Please, Wepwawet," he said, his voice shaking. "I did not mean to harm the vampires. It was not my will, it was the curse that drove me to it. Have mercy, I beg of you." But the statue remained silent, its glowing eyes fixed on Cleomenes II. He felt as though he were being judged by some higher power, and he could not bear the weight of its gaze.
"Do you really think you can lie to me." Wepwawet said. "I created your kind. I created the Werewolves."
Cleomenes II kept quiet as he knew what this meant. He had already been caught. He knew based on what his father told him. This was the person that laid a curse on his father that turned him into a creature of the night and was later nicknamed by the Street as a Werewolf.
"I gave your father that vision. So he would not by any chance attack the Vampires." Wepwawet said angrily. "The only reason i want this race to leave, is because i am involved in it's creation."
"But..." Cleomenes II said. "If i may speak." He was still on his knee and scared of looking at this god.
"You may." Wepwawet replied softly.
"I was easily able to defeat their strongest member; Nightshade like he was just a piece of trash." Cleomenes II. "There is no chance they would be able to defeat us. Our pack alienated them easily."
"Ha Ha Ha."
Wepwawet laughed. This annoyed Cleomenes II but he kept quiet as he was standing in front of an Egyptian god who could end his life easily.
"Tell me one thing that Vampires have that you don't." Wepwawet said to Cleomenes II.
Cleomenes II paused for a moment, thinking about the question. Finally, he answered. "Vampires are immortal," he said. "They will never age, and they will never die, except if Killed. Werewolves, on the other hand, will eventually age and die. In a way, that makes vampires superior to us."
Wepwawet smiled. "Your answer is insightful, but not entirely correct." He said. "There is one thing that Deinekes; The First Vampire was able to achieve before he died."
"Do you mean the Vampires Related Races." Cleomenes II said almost instantly.
"That's not my answer. There is one thing your father noticed about Deinekes immediately he became a Vampire." Wepwawet said. "It was the fact that they are way smarter than Ten Humans and Werewolves Combined."
Cleomenes II couldn't hold his laugh and laughed. This annoyed Wepwawet and he replied angrily.
"You Werewolf think with your fists and the Vampires think with their brains." Wepwawet said angrily. "I fight between Brain and Fists which one do you think is going to win."
As Cleomenes II pondered this question, Wepwawet continued. "There is a reason why some Vampires survived the battle against the Werewolves. They have always been smarter, more cunning, and more adaptable than any Werewolves they have come across."
"But this time, it is different." Cleomenes II said. "The Werewolves are smarter than they were."
"Do you truly believe that?" Wepwawet asked. "Or is it that you and the Werewolves have grown complacent?"
Cleomenes II kept quiet and didn't answer.
"Let me tell you something." Wepwawet said. "Most Vampires hate the Werewolves. The reason why they have not thought of a way to exterminate your race is because they didn't see you as a threat."
Wepwawet continued: "At least that is what Deinekes made them believe and now Deinekes is dead and you attacked them the day Deinekes body was to be burnt."
"With Deinekes not around. Those that escaped would find a means to destroy you all or maybe if they have a little messy just leave a two or one Werewolf to continue. You have made the Vampires to see you as your Enemy." Wepwawet concluded. "It is not Everytime fists is strong. Sometimes it leads to stupidity and this is one of them."
"I disagree." Cleomenes II said. "The Werewolves are not that easy to alienate. No matter what the Vampires do, the Werewolves will always stick together. Our bonds are stronger than any force that the Vampires can throw at us."
"You underestimate the Vampires." Wepwawet said. "They are ruthless and they will do anything to destroy you."
"Perhaps, but we are resilient." Cleomenes II replied. "We have faced many challenges in the past, and we have always emerged victorious. We will not be defeated by the Vampires."
"So you really think so." Wepwawet said angrily.
"Yes." Cleomenes II said standing up with courage and said. "Is this why you sent for me?"
"Don't think because you are a Werewolf. I would hesitate to kill you if i want to." Wepwawet said. "Your father always told me that you were a hot head."
"Go place your hand at the stone. Make a few cuts on your left and right palms and make sure it drips on the stone until it glows light." Wepwawet commanded.
"Why?" Cleomenes II asked.
"Just do It!" Wepwawet ordered and this time Cleomenes II got a bit scared. He was a mortal questioning a god.
Cleomenes II hesitated, unsure of what to do. On the one hand, he knew that disobeying Wepwawet could be dangerous. But on the other hand, he was not sure he could trust the god. What would happen if he did as Wepwawet asked? Would he be putting himself in danger? Or was there some greater purpose to this strange request? His mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all. But in the end, he knew he had to do something. So, he did as Wepwawet asked.
He picked a certain stone that was on the floor and he hardened his nails and started to make a few cuts on his palms allowing the Blood to drip on the Stone. Suddenly a bright light started to shine and then the light dimmed and the only thing that was Shining was the stone and yet the light refused to leave the stone.
"What just happened." Cleomenes II held as he touched his head.
"Your Father told me that you normally don't listen to any Advice. That stone has just duplicated everything you have. You are the strongest Werewolf even slightly stronger than your Father. Your Memories would also be sent to the stone until you die." Wepwawet said.
"Why? Was it necessary." Cleomenes II asked.
"You seriously don't know. The Vampires are going to come for you." Wepwawet said. "They would make sure they kill you even with their last breath."
Cleomenes II chuckled for a second and then listened to the next words of Wepwawet which the god said seriously.
"The Werewolves might go into Extinction or become an Endangered Race. With these stone i would be able to create Werewolves having exactly your level of strength and speed and also some of your Memories. The only memories related to this war. I want to keep that in case anything happens to the Werewolves Race. I don't want this race to leave the face of this Earth." Wepwawet said.
"In Short." Wepwawet Concluded. "I want to create Naturally Born Werewolves."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS HOW NATURALLY BORN WEREWOLVES WERE CREATED WITHIN THE CONTEXT OF THIS NOVEL. NATURALLY BORN WEREWOLVES ARE THOSE CHOSEN BY WEPWAWET TO BECOME WEREWOLVES. THEY ARE AS STRONG AS CLEOMENES II. THIS IS WHY BENJAMIN CARTER; WHO IS A NATURALLY BORN WEREWOLF IS WAY STRONGER THAN THE OTHERS IN THE PACK.
THE WAR OF OLDS MEMORY IS ALSO TRANSFERRED TO ALL NATURALLY BORN WEREWOLF AND TO THEM, IT WAS LIKE THEY HAVE LIVED THE LIFE. THIS IS WHY NATURALLY BORN WEREWOLVES ARE STRONGER THAN THE OTHERS IN THE PACK AS SHOWN BY BENJAMIN CARTER.