CHAPTER 10 ATHELIA

The werewolf scriptures and sacred texts were filled with various myths and legendary creatures of night and those mighty folklores were carved on the temple of King Hades in the northern city of the werewolf kingdom. The stories were believed to be sagas of Gods and the temple was the proof enough for it to be true. Medusa gazed at the pictures carved in the ceiling in awe, the ancient protector of the Underworld, Cerberus was painted on it breathing fire. "Hurry up pup, we need to find the priest." Zion held Medusa's wrist guiding her to the huge mahogany doors of the magnanimous temple. An archaic dagger was kept in the confines of a glass case. Medusa felt drawn to it like a thirsty man to a drop of water in the esoteric desert. "Please come with me dad." She dragged Zion with her to the huge dagger, her fingers feeling the rusted fonts engraved on the pedestal on which it was kept. "Athelia" a gasp escaped Zion's mouth. "Dad what is it?" but before Zion could answer a man i