Atlas sat in the ancient hut, the ethereal light from the shimmering walls casting an otherworldly glow around him. He had so many questions about his past, his heritage, and the prophecy that tied his fate to the world. The Seer watched him with patient eyes, waiting for him to speak.
Taking a deep breath, Atlas began. "I need to know about my past. Who were my parents?"
The Seer nodded, her expression solemn. "Your parents were powerful Lycans, with bloodlines tracing back to the ancient prophecy. Your father was from the werewolf side, and your mother from the witch side. They were a formidable pair, their union a symbol of the peace the prophecy sought to bring."
Atlas felt a pang of loss for the family he had never known. "What happened to them?"
"When you were only a few weeks old, your family was attacked," the Seer explained. "Your parents were murdered, their bodies left as a warning to others. You were taken and sold into slavery, your identity hidden to protect you."
Atlas clenched his fists, anger and sorrow welling up inside him. "Why didn't they just kill me too?"
"They feared your potential," the Seer replied. "Killing you outright might have drawn unwanted attention. Instead, they hoped that by keeping you in bondage, they could control or destroy you without risk."
Atlas struggled to process this information. "I was never given a name," he murmured. "I've always been just a slave, a nameless mutt."
The Seer smiled gently. "Atlas is the name given to you by the other slaves. They saw you as a beacon of hope, a symbol of strength and endurance. Despite your own suffering, you carried their weight on your shoulders, shielding them from tortures you had also endured."
He felt a surge of pride and gratitude for those who had seen something in him he had never seen in himself. "I've always tried to protect them," he said quietly. "I grew up in slavery, unlike the others. I knew what it was like to suffer, and I didn't want anyone else to go through that."
The Seer nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "That compassion is what makes you the true Alpha, Atlas. It is the foundation of your strength."
Atlas took another deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "Is there more to the prophecy about the witch? Who is she?"
The Seer avoided his gaze, her expression guarded. "You will know when you know," she said cryptically. "The prophecy is clear that your union with the witch is crucial, but the specifics will reveal themselves in time."
Frustration bubbled up inside Atlas, but he knew better than to press further. Instead, he asked, "How do I know this is real and not a hallucination?"
The Seer smiled gently and extended her hands. "Take my hands," she instructed. "I can show you, if you really want to know."
Atlas hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He reached out and took her hands. Instantly, the room began to spin around them. He felt himself and the Seer being lifted, their bodies remaining in place but their spirits ascending higher and higher.
The world around them dissolved into blackness, and they continued to spin, further and further away from the physical realm. As the darkness enveloped them, they suddenly found themselves standing on solid ground in the midst of a battlefield.
Atlas looked around in awe and horror. They had landed in the beginning year of the 1000-year war, the catalyst for the conflict between witches and werewolves. The scene before them was chaotic, with warriors from both sides clashing in brutal combat.
"This is where it all began," the Seer said, her voice somber. "The forbidden love between a werewolf and a witch sparked this war. Their union was seen as a threat by both species, and it led to a conflict that would last for a millennium."
Atlas watched as witches wielded their magic with deadly precision, their spells crackling through the air, while werewolves fought with primal ferocity, their claws and fangs tearing through their enemies. The ground was stained with blood, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle.
"The love between the werewolf and the witch created the Lycans," the Seer continued. "They were meant to bring peace, to end the war. But their existence only fueled the hatred and fear on both sides."
Atlas felt a deep sense of sorrow as he witnessed the senseless violence. "How did it come to this?" he asked, his voice trembling.