As the sun began its warm embrace slowly enveloped the wolf village, as the farmers pulled their oxen home. The tranquil evening atmosphere was roused and disturbed every now and then by a gentle breeze which seemed to whisper words through the ancient trees in the surrounding woods.
Rumors of the savior whom the prophecy foretold were slowly taking hold. Though the wolves go about their daily routines with minds occupied by various other mundane concerns.
For long the wolves had kept and forgotten about the prophecy of the savior, but this time the stories had begun again in hush conversation's, being whispered amongst the elderly wolves and certain young wolves.
Soon the rumors became known to all and gained momentum. Spreading rapidly thought-out the pack, until it reached the ears of the Alpha. It was said that this so-called savior was the key to the werewolves' salvation in the time of great perils and turmoil.
Slivercrest pack had always been a Haven if takes if magic and valiant acts, a place where the boundaries between reality and the world beyond are sometimes blurred. Under the moonlight when they told stories of the Werewolf packs battling dangerous dark forces, yet this was a prophecy which had concealed in unseen later if uncertainty. The possibility of choosing one or rather letting the gods down as another would come would bring salvation to the werewolf clans.
As the rumors spread around, it became a topic to be discussed even in the meeting places or at the taverns or junctions. They all wonder who the savior would be, is it going to be a werewolf just like them, a figure born from within the mystic realms of perhaps it might be an ordinary mortal whom was picked from his realm and thrust him here in the werewolf realm and chosen by the higher power to bring change to them.
Many speculations buzzed through their mind as their hearts fluttered with anticipation, but "when" was the ultimate question. When shall this great savior be made known to his people
Every corner Silvercrest was alive with whispers and debates as the werewolves pieced together various pieces of rumor about the divine savior. Some imagined a valiant hero, adorned with extraordinary abilities should rise with fury and vanquish any threat with ease.
Some picture a humble and kindhearted man who would be chosen not for his strength but for his unwavering compassion, wisdom. Speculations ignited many fires of excitement drawing the werewolves together as they went about their daily activities as they eagerly awaited when the prophecy would be fulfilled.
All these rumors and speculations didn't go unnoticed by Eric and Luna and the rest. They didn't have time to reflect about the incessant varying theory of the rumors flying around. But one thing they know, if the savior comes they would offer him their utmost loyalty.
The work bestowed upon them was more important than sitting and discussing mere rumors.
With each passing day, the curiosity grew higher amongst the werewolves as the veil surrounding the prophecy began to unravel, meetings were held under the ancient Oak tree Elders shaded their wisdom and interpreted the signs from nature to the others. Gabriel sat at the center, his book of ancient writing was open as pages were flipped and examined thoroughly for hidden clues.
Another thing became known to them, the savior wasn't going to be alone for the prophecy to be fulfilled, he would use their collective effort to achieve his mission.
As the sun continued its descent and ascent, the gentle breeze weaved through the thick tree branches as the wolves embraced the significance of their roles. No longer sitting and waiting they began to look at each action, each decision which carried weight as they sought to unravel the secrets of the prophecy and uncover the identity of their foretold savior.
Other rumors also began taking root, tales from traveling merchants told of a stirring in the far north. It was told that an army amasses at the Marshes of the dead. Though it would take months before they arrived, the wolves also began preparations for a siege to avoid being caught unawares.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months but there were no signs of any action, everyone was at alert and anticipates an attack every now and then, but their faith in the prophecy transcended above anything for they had witnessed the power and belief and that of unity. Their souls intertwined with the enigma of the prophecy which is bound together by the threads of hope and determination.
And so the werewolves continued to thrive and prosper, it has been roughly nine moons since they had a meeting to debate on the mystery of the savior. They only await the arrival of the dated savior, they best found solace in the fact that they were not alone.
Together they stood on the precipice ready to challenge anything that lays ahead with unity. As the sun bathes the village in its golden rays, it also illuminates not only its cobblestone streets but also the unwavering spirit of togetherness in Silvercrest.