Chapter 1: Chapter : prologue
The powerful Lycans. You can say we are monsters, a disease that could infect the whole world, that we are a dying race the should have never existed. But we are so much more than that, stronger, faster, with better reflexes, we heal faster and can transform to our true self, the mighty and powerful wolf. That's why they fear us, why they, with their technology, have driven us to near extinction.
There are three ways in which we are created. First be born of two pureblood Lycans, which guarantees that you will be one of us since birth, being more powerful and full of life. second be born of one Lycan and one human, which makes it uncertain if you will be one of us or not, but there is the chance when you turn twelve, the change might come. And last but not least, being bitten by an alpha, this will trigger the transformation and signifies the start of your new life.
In the past, you could see three different Lycans, the alpha responsible for their pack and having the flame of the alpha. Betas, part of the pack, and stronger thanks to the link. And Omegas, lone wolf living free and unhindered.
But now you can only see barely one. At first, when humans decided we needed to be exterminated. The first to fall was the big packs who tried to fight without a chance. Being outnumbered and no match for the weapons of destruction. Then one by one, all the know alphas, were hunted until they were no more. And the packs cease to exist. Seeing this development the Lycan families, like mine, and some lone wolf decided that we needed to vanish, so that's what we did.
Its been more than 40 years since then, and to start this tale, I first have to introduce myself, you could see me as an average teen, who only has to worry about his grades, the teen drama everybody has to go through, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.
My life has never been easy. Living in an era where anything that was out of the ordinary was just an abomination. Technology and science are the focus of advancement and the new way of life. The old ways, With each passing year, seem to fade more. Like they never existed. And that destroys all the ancient achievements of our race.
My family, for generations, has always been part of the Lycans. A race that has been seen as a curse by many. By the minority of people affected by it as a blessing, like my family. Since I was young I heard the tales of my ancestors. They fought with the greatest of history and helped to mold the world as we know it.
But that is a far cry from what it is now, we have to hide, we have to renounce our ancestors to live in a society that wants to see every single one of us dead. There have been many attempts from our race to fight for a better life. But it all ends the same, With our numbers dwindle even further. And the rest of the race growing complacent with what we have to live with, and that just makes me even madder.
The constant fear of being found out haunts my family into submission, but that is not what I desire for my life, my greatest wish is being able to bring great accomplishments to my race. So when I was fifteen I decided to run away, be one of the fools to die for a possibility of saving this cursed race of ours.
But things never go as one plan, ¿does it? It's been three years since then, and now in my 18 years, I have lost the battle even before it started. While I was trying to help a half-blooded family (a family consisting of a lone wolf, a human, and a baby with the possibility of being one of us). I got caught and sentenced. Like so many before me, to be executed just for who I am.
I knew and hoped that my family would live safely in this world and could continue to survive. They already accepted this reality and are happy with it, so my only regret was not being able to help my race live an unoppressed existence and didn't make my ancestors proud.
The way they execute us is very simple, but at the same time, as cruel as it can get. They get a syringe full of liquid silver, they make us swallow it, and they watch as slowly our insides start to melt and burn, as you feel your body tries to heal itself until, surely, there is nothing left inside but what used to be your organs.
The day of my execution was coming fast. And at this time I could only think of how ironic this world was, where stories of magic or magical creatures can be so popular, while us just a race trying to survive is seen as a danger and with no need to be alive in their society.
And finally, the day came. I was in a white room with two executioners around me. In front of me, I could see many military men. Looking at me with hate, like I am some kind of animal that just needs to be put down. Like they are the rightful heirs to the world and I am just some insect that invades their domain.
At the moment of my execution with silver, I could only wish that my family will never get to this point. That they would continue to live their life the way we always had, safe. And the same regrets that hunted me my whole life came again at this point.
And then I started feeling the silver going down my throat. My insides as hot as lava, as the pain just increases and my body goes on trying to heal itself. I could feel my organs break and get put together, again and again, the biggest pain I had ever experience. That's the thing about silver and wolves, it's like poison, lethal but slow. They could use other fast means, like beheading, wolfsbane to the vein. Painless, silent, and a peaceful way to go.
And then it was just black, I couldn't feel anything as if my body was just gone, maybe I'm still in that room, agonizing just as my brain is still trying to fix my broken body, but at least I couldn't feel the pain anymore. In my dying moments, I thought about what would have happened if I could be an alpha. That mythical existence and our race only hope.
Then I started to feel something pulling me, but not on my body, that one I already didn't feel, but my fading conscience. I try to fight it, but it just made me feel more tired, and as I am already at my weakest, there was nothing I could do but fade into the darkness.
And that's how my new adventure was about to begin. And this is the tale of the great alpha of house crescent.
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I know this chapter doesn't have a lot to do about Game of Thrones, but I wanted to make a prologue to explain the mc mentality and show a little direction that I hope the book will take.
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