A/N> The first 3 chapters are set in the past. Chaper 4 and on is set in modern years.
In the ancient times, all the world had was the elements and the children of the earth: Animals and humans. There were no creatures of the moon.
All of these creatures had a story. And as unique as they all were, one of them was so special it changed history.
The story was of a female mortal with bronze skin and a golden heart. The young woman lived in a village deep in a forest, lost and forgotten by the rest of the world. Life depended on hunting and gathering. Although her village was ignorant of the horrors reigned by men’s wars, they weren’t living in paradise. They were fighting their own battle- one with nature.
A terrible illness was claiming lives indiscriminately. It put you in your bed first, a coffin later, and six feet under lastly. With no healthy bodies to hunt and provide food, starvation became a second grim reaper.
Lu watched curious welts appear on her mother’s skin. They spread painfully. With every inch of skin they claimed, they took an inch of her life with it. She died within days. Drowned in her own snot, tears, blood, and sweat.
The gods watched lives drop every second uninterestedly. They had seen the system of birth, life, and death millions of times so they had become desensitized to the process. Humanity would forever be violent and hateful so getting involved was hardly worth the bother.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, stared at the blue-green giant distastefully. The anger in humankind had been astronomically high that decade. Science and religion had started another bloodshed in the east. No one wanted to study nature, being too busy shoving spears into anyone who told them their god was not ultimate.
She browsed through lives, sweeping her hand in the fountain of life. A bright giggle had her palm pausing. It took her a second to realize she was smiling.
She focused on the joyful spirit and found a young woman caressing a beast. A wolf.
Aphrodite relaxed, appreciating the love shared by the two creatures. After watching families split for so long, the sight of friendship was a welcomed change.
The peace between the girl and the wolf didn’t last long.
Her village discovered her. They blamed the terrible plague that ended many of the village folk on her. Men and beasts did not belong together, they told her. They were convinced that the gods were trying to punish them for unstabilizing nature’s way.
The girl, Lu, argued vigorously with desperation that she befriended the wolf only after the plague settled in because after losing her mother she sought companionship to end her loneliness. They didn’t believe her.
Lu was banished from the village, stripped of her reputation by labeling her a witch and traitor. The village didn’t tolerate murdering their kin, so they let her live. But this rule did not apply to animals. The devastated girl took blows in her attemps to stop the stones they threw at the whimpering wolf.
Aphrodite lividly watched another drop of love get evaporated by the fiery hatred in men’s hearts. She watched Lu cry out with rage as well; Angry at nature for taking her mother and at men for taking her wolf.
Lu took comfort in the fact that she will soon join her loved ones. Her ankle was broken and without mobility or assistance from her village, she would die from starvation.
Aphrodite knew that getting involved was not customary for gods. But she did not care.
She placed both of her hands in the fountain and did something she had never done before— she bounded the soul of Lu with the wolf, who she had named Na.
As a weakling for romance, she often bounded the souls of humans together. But never a human to a beast.
Lu cried out her disbelief when both her leg and wolf began healing. They had both been snatched from the gates of death.
Aphrodite smiled, unaware of the can of worms she just unscrewed.