dream, and old movies. I don’t think that’s enough to answer my questions.”
“Like?”
“Well, for starters, what are werewolves? Secondly, what are Lycans?”
Daniel contemplated his answers. When he spoke, his words came out softly and distinctly making sure any emotion remained covered in his voice.
“The legends have it,” he began slowly. “Around the late fifteen hundreds, two Frenchmen, Pierre Burgot and Michael Verdum, made a pact with the devil. To avenge the ones they loved, they traded their souls to be turned into a terrifying killing machine, a werewolf. Although, after they sought their revenge on the town’s people, their souls were condemned to walk on the face of the earth in the daytime as a man, and at night to turn back into a werewolf by the light of a full moon.” Looking into my eyes, he could tell I was neither afraid nor nervous, but interested in the story tale. I raised my eyebrows slightly for him to continue.
“That is the short version of the legend of werewolves. I guess similar to your dream. On the flipside, there was another kind of animal created. See, the universe is a delicate creation. You have heard the ‘ everything is in balance’ theory . Ying and Yang. Good and Evil. Hot and cold.” I nodded to let him know I followed along. He continued. “So whenever there is something new added, there always has to be an opposite created to balance it.”
“The Lycans.” I whispered. He nodded.
“Lycans do not live by a curse. They are born this way. The Lycans are the ‘protectors’, so to speak, of mankind. They weight the balance against the oddities from evil creations.”
“So are Lycans wolves?” I asked totally intrigued with the conversation.
“Lycans are similar in many ways to werewolves. Most of the legends you hear are about spirit wolves in the American Indian Folklore, of a boy or man taking on the spirit of a great wolf. Actually, it is a bloodline. Lycans are wolves, larger than a normal timber wolf. They have their own wills and are not condemned to the thirst of killing or revenge.
They live peacefully.”
“So, the Lycans are actually a form of a wolf, only good wolves. How can you tell the difference?”
“Well, the werewolf can walk on its hind legs, practically making it eight feet tall. The head and neck are similar to that of a wolf; the body is more similar to that of a man. The Lycans, on the other hand are large wolves. They walk on all fours, and have thick fur. They are extremely strong, and have razor sharp teeth. Again, the strength is carried to the person who is the shape-shifter. Their bodies protect them from the sharp claws and teeth of the werewolves.”
“So the Lycans, were borne, or created to kill the werewolves?”
“Yes.” His smooth voice became silent.
Waiting for a moment to compose my thoughts, I realized that the werewolf was the animal that killed my father. My eyes widened, unfolding myself I sat straight up. “My father… ” I breathed out.
“I think you have heard enough for one day, Jewels. Try not to ponder on it too much.”.
“But you do think that it was a werewolf that killed my father?”
“We think so. Like I said, do not ponder on it. We should go inside. It is late.”
≈≈≈
That night I lay in the bed and couldn’t sleep. Ignoring Daniel’s advice not to ponder his words was asking something of me I couldn’t give him. My thoughts went from my dream, to the events of my father’s death. I envisioned a human-like wolf killing him and taking him from me. My father, who loved life more than anyone I’d ever known. He was a man who would give up his own life to protect and help others. Now he was gone. Just like that. No warning. No time to prepare. Not even to give me a chance to say, “I love you Daddy” just one more time.
My heart felt the crushing pain. The box had come undone. Hot tears ran down my face. He was my friend, I thought when I sat up in the bed. Whenever
“Like?”
“Well, for starters, what are werewolves? Secondly, what are Lycans?”
Daniel contemplated his answers. When he spoke, his words came out softly and distinctly making sure any emotion remained covered in his voice.
“The legends have it,” he began slowly. “Around the late fifteen hundreds, two Frenchmen, Pierre Burgot and Michael Verdum, made a pact with the devil. To avenge the ones they loved, they traded their souls to be turned into a terrifying killing machine, a werewolf. Although, after they sought their revenge on the town’s people, their souls were condemned to walk on the face of the earth in the daytime as a man, and at night to turn back into a werewolf by the light of a full moon.” Looking into my eyes, he could tell I was neither afraid nor nervous, but interested in the story tale. I raised my eyebrows slightly for him to continue.
“That is the short version of the legend of werewolves. I guess similar to your dream. On the flipside, there was another kind of animal created. See, the universe is a delicate creation. You have heard the ‘ everything is in balance’ theory . Ying and Yang. Good and Evil. Hot and cold.” I nodded to let him know I followed along. He continued. “So whenever there is something new added, there always has to be an opposite created to balance it.”
“The Lycans.” I whispered. He nodded.
“Lycans do not live by a curse. They are born this way. The Lycans are the ‘protectors’, so to speak, of mankind. They weight the balance against the oddities from evil creations.”
“So are Lycans wolves?” I asked totally intrigued with the conversation.
“Lycans are similar in many ways to werewolves. Most of the legends you hear are about spirit wolves in the American Indian Folklore, of a boy or man taking on the spirit of a great wolf. Actually, it is a bloodline. Lycans are wolves, larger than a normal timber wolf. They have their own wills and are not condemned to the thirst of killing or revenge.
They live peacefully.”
“So, the Lycans are actually a form of a wolf, only good wolves. How can you tell the difference?”
“Well, the werewolf can walk on its hind legs, practically making it eight feet tall. The head and neck are similar to that of a wolf; the body is more similar to that of a man. The Lycans, on the other hand are large wolves. They walk on all fours, and have thick fur. They are extremely strong, and have razor sharp teeth. Again, the strength is carried to the person who is the shape-shifter. Their bodies protect them from the sharp claws and teeth of the werewolves.”
“So the Lycans, were borne, or created to kill the werewolves?”
“Yes.” His smooth voice became silent.
Waiting for a moment to compose my thoughts, I realized that the werewolf was the animal that killed my father. My eyes widened, unfolding myself I sat straight up. “My father… ” I breathed out.
“I think you have heard enough for one day, Jewels. Try not to ponder on it too much.”.
“But you do think that it was a werewolf that killed my father?”
“We think so. Like I said, do not ponder on it. We should go inside. It is late.”
≈≈≈
That night I lay in the bed and couldn’t sleep. Ignoring Daniel’s advice not to ponder his words was asking something of me I couldn’t give him. My thoughts went from my dream, to the events of my father’s death. I envisioned a human-like wolf killing him and taking him from me. My father, who loved life more than anyone I’d ever known. He was a man who would give up his own life to protect and help others. Now he was gone. Just like that. No warning. No time to prepare. Not even to give me a chance to say, “I love you Daddy” just one more time.
My heart felt the crushing pain. The box had come undone. Hot tears ran down my face. He was my friend, I thought when I sat up in the bed. Whenever
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