Animus

It was a system based on an energy that was given to them by the Wolf King Mountain itself, but the werewolves thought it as an innate gift of their bodies, given by the Moon Goddess. Actually, they were not far from the truth, but there was so much more to it, that none of them could ever dare to fathom.

There was a vital energy running through their veins; an energy that they had to use, in order to transform; an energy called as Animus. It not only strengthened their bodies, making their muscles turn as hard as steel, but it also powered their transformation.

At that "normal" full moon night, at a certain moment, every single werewolf present at the Wolf King Mountain, be it at the higher grounds or at the bottom, felt their Animus reacting to something; their blood boiling for something.

The energy danced inside their bodies, as if was feeling the arrival of something or someone important. Somehow, their Animus was feeling closer to their goddess than it had ever been before; closer to its source.

Suddenly, all of them felt an irresistible attraction and they all immediately looked towards the moon, since it was the source of all that strange situation.

The moon was full and bright, shinning its white light down to the mortal world. Nothing different seemed to be affecting it and it would have been just another normal day, if their bodies were not being affected by something mysterious.

Strangely, even though there didn't seem to be anything odd about it, they all knew it was coming from there.

"What is this?"

"What is happening?"

"Mom! Come outside to see it! Quick!"

A woman went to the outside in a hurry, coming to a stop when she reached her son's position. Right there, she watched the moon together with him.

More and more individuals started to look upwards, trying to perceive something. Maybe, they could gain something by understanding the mystery behind the phenomenon that was taking place; maybe, they could find out more, about their origins.

The silver fog hiding the peak of the mountain, was never able to prevent the sight of the moon, even if it were to hide in between those multiple clouds of silver mist. So, with a yearning gaze, every single one of the werewolves could perfectly see a pristine white light calmly surging from it.

That light started to descend very quickly, coming towards them, illuminating the whole place. Actually, it was not descending aimlessly, but aiming towards a specific spot; right at the top of the mountain.

Katcha!

A silver lightning suddenly formed and descended from the moon, directly crashing against the peak of the Wolf King Mountain. However, none of the werewolves were able to identify the exact location it had stricken, since it landed in an area where none of them could see.

Everyone was able to feel the radiating moon and its beautiful light, blessing what had landed up there. But strangely, all they could feel at that moment, was not shock and it wasn't awe either, but sadness.

The white light carried that sad feeling, infecting everyone that looked at it, with a moment of sadness, but at the same time, it carried hope. In the end, their hearts were all filled with hope, since it meant that something really did exist at the top.

Suddenly, the entire mountain started to tremble, affecting the lives of every single individual living there. Imagine how terrifying was the feeling of a whole continent trembling. How much fear it would bring to the inhabitants of that place and how many tales it would give origin to.

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Everything was trembling uncontrollably, just like the whole world was about to end, but at a certain part of the mountain, outside a very luxurious house, a man was peacefully sitting in a special chair made for disabled individuals.

Even though it trembled like hell, he sat there comfortably, enjoying the view of the beautiful night together with his wife, who was supporting his body with her strong Animus. However, even though he was calmly looking at the full moon, alongside one of the people he loved the most, his life was kind of empty.

That emptiness was brought by the fact that he wasn't able to reach his goals and mainly because he was forced to give up on a lot things and people, for failing to attain what his high as the heaven ambition, had once demanded.

One of the things he had to give up, was meeting with his family, with his sister. It was something that hurt him even more than losing a leg, like how he had experienced in that last battle, where his leg was thoroughly crushed. Yet, he didn't regret what had happened back then.

"Husband..." The woman looked towards the man while feeling a bit afraid of what was happening.

"Don't worry. This is going to pass sooner or later."

"How can you be so sure of it?" The woman asked.

"Well... No one can keep suffering forever, right? Not me, not you and not even the moon..." As he said those words, he recalled of his past, while looking towards the bright moon.

Even though he didn't regret about what had happened, it was really hard to accept it. The facts were weighing inside of him, as if they were huge rocks.

If just he hadn't been so carefree at that time; if just he had been cautious of the this and the people that surrounded him, none of that would have happened and maybe, he would still be able to see his family one more time.

At that moment, he had suddenly realized how tiny, his ambitions were, when compared to what he had to give up, in order to achieve them.

'Sigh...' He silently prayed that whatever was happening at that night, could bring peace and order to that complicated world, to that complicated mountain.