The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

In a forest that existed on Earth,

After a long walk, eight mortal men arrived at their destination. The sun’s rays were so hot that they were no longer felt because the trees that were there had protected them. Norah Bitnantzh’s husband walked ahead of the others as if he did not care about the people who came with him. But what he did was not a problem because the six middle-aged men were silent, but what Armen experienced was different.

I remember visiting this place a few times with Atvertha. She loved to meet the werewolves. I really miss her. Is she okay? Could it be that my special girl’s parents found out about our relationship and prevented her from meeting me again? Thought Armen while watching the road that was traversed.

“Armen, come here!” This greeting made the young man aghast because he did not expect to hear this.

That young man turned towards the source of the sound. It turned out that his father had called him. Meanwhile, the other six men only observed the behaviour of the Chief with his eldest son and said nothing.

“Yes, Dad. I am coming!” The thick-browed guy rushed to his father.

When Armen arrived there, the thirty-five-year-old man cringed, seeing Lebrazht’s actions staring at an old tree whose roots they could see a lot above the ground and seemed to be firmly gripping there.

“Armen, you are my first son. In the future, you will replace me with carrying out many ceremonies, including protecting everyone in our tribe,” Lebrazht said in a low voice, but Armen could still hear it. The intonation used by the middle-aged man sounded severe so that the lover of the Moon Goddess was even more confused by the moment.

“You might be probably used to accompanying, even helping at ceremonies, both before the High Priest and when he was with him. There are some things I have not taught you, because it is not yet the time. Now, I think it is a right time for me. I will teach you how to speak with the werewolves. But before that, I would like to introduce you to the Wisdom Tree.”

That burly man could not hide the shock he felt. He gaped for a moment because he did not expect to hear such a thing from his biological father. “Excuse me, Dad?” Armen was finally able to ask after a moment of silence.

A man who had a facial resemblance to his son did not answer the question. However, instead, he put his right palm together, saying a sentence that sounded foreign to Armen, “Euo de terino ogthe, tharesto detamarize gozthe agthi tagmarenta advezo.” [1]

Armen was confused about the Lugthna family leader’s actions. It surprised him when he heard a tree make a loud noise after being quiet for so long. The young man did not see Lebrazht’s surprise. Instead, he remained in the same position, as if anything did not affect him. The other six men also did not scream or ask him to run, which confused the extrovert man even more.

That tree transformed into a human-like form, with eyes, lips, and hands, leaving Armen amazed. A young man whom Atlanta betrothed could not help but stare. Even his lips opened. Unknowingly, the young guy took five steps back as if he did not want to be in the same spot as his father.

“What did you wake me up for, Lebrazht?” A deep, sinister voice came from the Wisdom Tree’s lips.

Upon learning of this, as soon as possible, the silver-haired man removed his right palm from the tree, then lowered his head slightly, and stared at the target. “Oh, Wisdom Tree. Thank you for waking up. I am here, because I want to introduce my first son to you.”

The one-hundred-and eighty-five-centimetre tall man turned to Armen, who still could not speak because the feelings of confusion, astonishment, and amazement had all mixed together in his heart. “Son, come here,” said Lebrazht, seriously.

When he heard his name being called, the green-eyed man nodded spontaneously, even though he had a bit of fear in his mind. “Ah. Y… yes, Dad,” Armen said nervously. He started walking in the direction where his father was, and the God of War, who had been stalking them since before going into the forest witnessed all this, to be precise where the Wisdom Tree was.

Hmm… this situation is fascinating. I thought they did not have a spirit or magical thing like the Wisdom Tree. I was wrong then. I want to see what kind of advantage that I can take from this situation, thought Toghnath, who was still on alert with everything that was there.

The smart guy has arrived at his father’s side. He did not know what to say, because he felt that he was being watched by the Wisdom Tree, which was the first time he had witnessed it. It was tranquil there, adding to the awkward feeling in Armen’s heart. Lebrazht did not say anything either, as if waiting for the tree to do so.

“How old are you now, Armen?” The same voice reappeared but clearly directed the question at the green-eyed guy.

“I… my age is thirty-five.” Armen tried to stay calm while answering, although he had a bit of doubt in his mind.

“You are an adult for human size. From my observation, you should have been able to replace Lebrazht’s position to carry out all the ceremonies he usually does. However, there is one thing that is not perfect that makes all of that have to be postponed: you do not have a wife yet. A head tribe must be married in order to be an example to all existing members. Why have you not married until now? Is there someone you are waiting for?” These two questions drew everyone’s attention to Armen.

The handsome young man was silent and did not dare to answer because his feelings were turbulent. That mortal guy again remembered the Moon Goddess, who had not yet given news of her whereabouts, and such events had made him worried mixed with a bit of suspicion.

What? Why would the Wisdom Tree even ask such things in public? What should I do now? If I were to say about Atvertha, then the six tribesmen would not believe it, might even scoff. But if I do not tell the truth, then that would be tantamount to denying our relationship, thought Armen, who was in a challenging position for him.

“Armen.” The Wisdom Tree again called him.

“Yes?” said the young man.

A man with thick eyebrows was trying not to show any emotion, although this was not a hundred per cent successful because anxiety swept through him, and it was a little visible on his handsome face.

“Why do you not answer all my questions?”

“I-”

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1. Euo de terino ogthe, tharesto detamarize gozthe agthi tagmarenta advezo = Oh The Wisdom Tree, we are here and need your advice