Lykos Redemption

Ch. 1: Reunion

Coulter DarkClaw

In the countryside surrounding Arcadia existed a legend. They used to say
that wolves the size of mountains would attack their herds of sheep. That if
one attacked your herd, you shouldn’t have expected to survive. These wolves
were ruthless and would attack just about anything. It was said that their eyes
were burning red with remorse and shame, but their actions were those of wild
animals, not thinking, rational creatures.

It was these legends that a twenty-year-old Nyctimus knew to
be true. Those wolves of legend, they were his brothers. How was a human
related to a pack of Wolves, well, let’s just say that Zeus doesn’t like
surprises. He’d heard that when the wolves were transported away from Lycaon’s
palace that thirteen of his brothers had had their lives ended right then. Slowly
the humans living around the city of Arcadia,
were killing off the pack. It was with much sorrow that Nyctimus realized that
this was his fault for banishing the wolves. Though, he did it because he cared
for the people of Arcadia
and he understood that his family was preternaturally cruel.

These recent rumors flowed through Nyctimus’ head as he led
his sheep across one of the many grazing fields available to shepherds in the
selfsame countryside. He kept himself alert preparing one of many concoctions
he had created in order to scare off attackers both feral and domestic. He was
hyper-vigilant and aware of the openness of the fields. It was part of the
reason he chose this area. It’d be extremely difficult for one to sneak up on
someone in this place, but wolves are known for their ability to track and
sneak up on their victims. He was filled with angst making him jittery and
paranoid. Jumping a foot in the air when he stepped on a twig scaring himself
nearly to death.

“You are seriously still trying to live this life, Nyctimus?”
Hades said with exasperation clearly in his voice.

“I did not scare myself that bad, Lord Hades. Is there
another reason you’re here?”

“My brother, you know he is the one who—”

“—changed my fifty brothers into wolves. Yes I know, Hades. Why do you constantly bring this up?”

“How dare you interrupt me!” the god’s temper flared.
However Nyctimus could tell where the line was and when to keep pushing and
when to let up. This was the latter.

He bowed, “I apologize for my transgression, Lord Hades,” he
replied hoping to appease the angered deity.

“You are protected by my brother, Lord Zeus. I will not
destroy you, yet. You have a role to play according to my nephew, Apollo. When
you finally come home to Hades, I will seek you out. I have set up a special
area within Hades for the sons of Lycaon.” The god chuckled to himself.

“My Lord, if there’s nothing more, I must tend to my flock.”
The once-royal shepherd did just that moving to aid his sheep in finding more
food, protecting them from what dangers there may be.

“Uncle stop pestering him. He will be down with you when his
time is right.” The disembodied voice of Apollo could be heard, “As for you
Nyctimus, I have for you a prophecy:

Thirteen dead,

Darkened skin bled.

The youngest fled

A reunion of brothers

All else this love smothers

Wolves and man in one.

Two leaders rise,

To meet in battle

Under dark skies.

Wolves who haven’t bled,

To ruin or glory are led.”

It was this prophecy that
rang in Nyctimus’s head as Hades disappeared with a huff and a plume of black
smoke. He chuckled to himself. He’d known that eventually he would meet his
brothers again. It was why Zeus had given him the job of shepherd. Though he
despised it with a passion. He wanted to help people. Especially those wronged
by his family. He thought of his situation as he led his flock to another area
on the field.

The
sheep appeared not to have noticed anything that had just occurred and kept to
their grazing. It was obvious to Nyctimus that the prophecy referred to his
family. *Wolves and man in one…* He
ruminated over the prophecy with such intent he did not notice the large lupine
running toward the flock.

***

The wolf sniffed around, trying to find any trace of a scent
of food. All he could find was week old scent trails in the forest that he knew
to some extent wouldn’t be worth following. He continued in his search through
the fields of the Arcadian
Peninsula and was just
about to give up, when he smelled sheep…and a man. It wasn’t a smell that
registered to the wolf, but something inside him stirred awake.

He bounded away following the scent trail that he knew would
lead him to some good food. His tail wagging profusely at his discovery. Only
to see the sheep in the distance, getting closer. He slowed his pace, stilled
his tail, and crouched. Waiting to see where these sheep were going, he stalked
the prey for what seemed an insurmountable amount of time.

He finally made his move towards the weakest sheep he saw. A
ewe with a significant limp. He jumped toward it with all the speed he could
muster hoping to catch the human off guard.

***

Nyctimus threw the potion even before the wolf had lunged.
As soon as the vile broke, there was a large gust of wind thrusting the wolf
into the air and onto its flank. Nyctimus walked up to it. He saw the beast and
bore his staff. His hands were shaking with the rush of adrenaline and the
emotional turmoil storming through his mind. He’d hoped he wouldn’t run into
one of them. He’d hoped that he would have an uneventful day with his sheep.
He’d hoped to never be reminded of his past.

Yet, here it was. A wolf as large as a bear and it looked
quite mangy. It was scrawny and had very little fur, what fur there was, was
losing its color to age. Nyctimus could only imagine one of his brothers who’d
been old enough to be so greyed out. “Mel…”

It was obvious to Nyctimus that this was what the prophecy
had meant. His eldest brother had returned. Yes he was growling at him, giving
him a murderous glare, but here was his brother. “Melaeneus it is your brother,
Nyctimus. Remember?” he questioned the large beast who eyed his staff.

***

The wolf looked at the human, he could smell the fear. He’d
smelled it on every shepherd he’d attacked. However, unlike the other
shepherds, this one wasn’t running. No it was ridiculously trying to converse
with him.

The wolf growled, about to get up, but something stopped
him. He sniffed around again. There wasn’t anything paralytic in that potion,
it was just a concussive mixture. It was then that he heard something, like a
disembodied human voice. It said *No. You
will not harm my brother!*

The beast sniffed again, he saw no other person. It wasn’t
godly, that much the wolf was able to gather. The wolf was confused.

*I am you, dumbass!
Melaeneus is we. That is our name.*

The wolf whined, he did not fully understand what was going
on. It looked at Nyctimus. Then a memory flashed in front of its eyes.

He was human sitting
at a table with his father. Across the table from him was Demeas. Across the
table from his father was Zeus. They were waiting on the food. He heard Zeus
ask about Nyctimus and so he looked at the last of the five tables. Nyctimus
was gone.

He’d heard that his
father was planning on doing something ghastly but this? Killing his younger
brother was too much. However, if he voiced as much, he would have died along
side of Nyctimus. So he glanced at Demeas hoping for a similar look of sorrow.
There was none. Only a devilish smile. He felt like an idiot, but he smiled
alongside of his other forty-nine brothers.

Zeus reacted as Mel
had feared. He grew angry. Mel’s father was in Zeus’ hands before Mel could beg
forgiveness for his father’s idiocy and cruelty. He watched in shock and horror
as Zeus’ Master Bolt pierced his father’s heart. He watched as Hades came and
went with his father. He watched as his brother’s corpse was reassembled by
Zeus in morbid amazement. Finally he watched idly as his brothers were turned
into horridly nightmarish, wolf-like creatures. He cried in utter shame, before
he himself was turned into a wolf.

***

It was as if a look of recognitionhad crossed the lupine features. The next growl was not a warning
but a friendly sound. “Thank Olympus!” Nyctimus
cried in relief. “Zeus knows how long I have waited to see you, Mel. I knew you
were not ever as cruel as our brothers. That does not mean you haven’t wronged
the people of Arcadia. You just did so by going along with the others as they
tortured, raped, and took what they wanted of the people of the city. Your
inaction, your willingness to follow your brother’s cruelty is why Zeus changed
you. You did the things they did, even though you hated doing them. You let
them get away with things for which they should have been punished by the laws
of the land. You did nothing to stop Father when he took my life. You may have
actually had morals, unlike our gods-forsaken brothers. However, you are still
at fault for the wrongs of our family.”

A whine escaped the jaws of the beast. Nyctimus scratched
the fur between the ears of the wolf with love. He still only saw his eldest
brother. The brother with whom he got along so well. He ruffled the fur. It was
nice to not fear one of his brothers. Which was why he and Melaeneus were so
close growing up. It was now that Nyctimus understood another line of the
prophecy. *All else this love will
smother…* He knew the love to which Apollo was referring. And it was his
goal to make sure that each and every one of his brothers felt that love.

“Do not you worry, Mel. We have a chance now to redeem our family.
To redeem the children of Lycaon. The…the lycans? Yes I like the sound of that:
the lycans.”

The wolf murred contentedly, though he probably did not
understand what was being said. Nyctimus looked at what had once been his
brother. He looked at him and knew that this was his path. A shepherd? That’s
what he’d be. To sheep? No to his family. To the wolves that were once his
brothers. He’d protect them from those who wished them harm.

He then intoned after invoking the name of Hecate, the god
of Magic:

“And with solemn
Heart

I swear to protect
and keep

My family no longer
apart

In human form again
shall weep.

“Love of a brother,
love of family

To those in wolf’s
clothing shall I give,

With honor and truth
I take this duty

And I will die that
they may live.”

He then pricked Mel’s paw pad and drew an inane symbol on
his forehead. It was a filled in circle with a wavy line underneath it. He told
Mel, “This symbol shall represent the redeemer. A new moon over the restless
ocean. Showing that any may redeem themselves of their past transgressions.
That they may rise above a tumultuous past.”

The wolf looked at the human and made a choking sound that
may have been a laugh. Then without preamble, the wolf got up and nuzzled
Nyctimus’s face with the tip of his snout. As he did the wolf seemed to shrink
and became less hairy than before. It was facing the transgressions of his past
and being accused of them that had slowly started to eat away at the guilt and
the sorrow that Melaeneus was feeling. To come to the realization that he had
done wrong that he was at fault, it made him realize that he could heal. The
shrinking continued and slowly, but surely the Melaeneus that Nyctimus
remembered slowly returned before his eyes, mostly. The guilt he held on to
seemed to hold on to him. His fingers were tipped with claws, his teeth still
sharp and deadly and patches of what meagre fur he had clung to his chest and
his cheeks. Still, it was a face that Nyctimus had not seen in years.

“Brother, I am so relieved... to see you again."
Melaneus began, though his voice was rough from lack of use. "It has been
forever. I cannot believe that this is happening. That I have become... human
again.” Melaeneus began. Nyctimus was surprised, but relieved at the same time.

“This is only the first step to healing these wounds. I will
consult with Zeus to fully understand what must happen, but I believe that you
are now on the correct path, brother.” Nyctimus said.

Mel surprised him by giving him a hug. In an instant
Nyctimus felt the body shudder and he heard Mel start to cry. “I have wronged
so many people, Nyctimus. How can I ever fully be healed? Fully redeemed? I will
never be human, not fully anymore. I have committed too many wrongs. I will
never be able to regain my humanity. Not after what I have done…Nyctimus, I am
sorry! I wish I knew what Father was planning. I wish I had stopped him. I wish
I was strong in my beliefs as you were. I did nothing, Nyctimus. I might as
well have held the dagger myself.”

“It is alright, Mel. I have forgiven you long ago. You are
my brother, I will always love you.” Nyctimus reassured.

***

The wolf looked around. He did not fully understand what had
happened but somehow he’d slowly lost control over his body and now he was in
this dark place. He sniffed around trying to figure out where he was. All he
smelled was himself. Nothing else.

Then he heard it, “I
have wronged so many people, Nyctimus. How can I ever fully be healed?...”

It was the voice that had stopped him from killing that shepherd.
It wasn’t inside his head anymore. In fact it reverberated throughout the space
which he occupied. It was almost as if he was inside him. It was then that he
heard a muffled response from what sounded like the selfsame shepherd, “It is alright, Mel. I have forgiven you long
ago. You are my brother, I will always love you.”

It was a salve to a wound the wolf did not even know he had.
The fear and anger that was always boiling beneath the surface of the wolf’s
psyche cooled just a little. And then He heard Mel’s voice again, this time in
front of him, “So this is the monstrosity I became.”

The wolf looked at the human. It said merely with his eyes,
*I’m only a manifestation of the monster
you already were, you fucking coward.*

“Is this what this is about? My cowardice? Well, my lupine
friend, I am afraid you have gotten the wrong impression of me. That was why I
was turned into a wolf, sure. I have learned something, though: It is never too
late to change.”

*You will never
change. It will always be the same with you, you will not ever stand up for
what is right and it is only now with the threat of my monstrosity that you are
even considering changing.*

“I’m not going to fight with you, wolf. I’m going to show
you. I hope that will tame you to some extent. I know that we are a part of the
same whole, beast and I’d rather show you love and compassion than fear and
hatred.”

*Start by showing the
people of Arcadia love and compassion. Then I will listen to you.* the wolf
said before stalking away into the darkness.

***

Nyctimus watched his brother meditate and ate in the
meantime. It was interesting that his eldest brother was the first with which
he’d come in contact. It almost seemed like fate. *The Fates have interesting ideas for this family.* Nyctimus mused
to himself.

It was during these ponderings that Melaeneus woke from his
meditation. He looked at his brother with a half-hearted smile. “What is it,
Mel?”

“My wolf says if I truly want to show him love and
compassion my first order of business is to do so with the people of Arcadia.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Were we not banished from there by Zeus?”

“Yes, yes we were. That is something I will commune with
Zeus about.”

***

“Zeus, King of Olympus, Master of the Skies, I beg of you to
come and speak with me. My brother and I are about to start on a Journey, and
we need your blessing.” Nyctimus shouted at the sky. It was dangerous invoking
the name of a god of Olympus but he needed his advice, permission, and his
support, if he were going to accomplish the task which was set before them.

“Yes, Nyctimus. What may I do for you?”

Nyctimus bowed, He would not meet the eyes of the god, “Lord
Zeus, My brother seeks forgiveness. He seeks it from those families he has
wronged. He wishes to go into Arcadia to do so. I know you have forbidden our
entrance to the city, but he truly seems repentant.”

“I grant you entrance into the city, but approach the palace
with intent, I will send the both of you to Hades so quickly you will not know
what hit you. Be forewarned: The palace is off limits, sons of Lycaon.” Zeus
replied earnestly. Despite his sternness, He looked like he was happy. He
looked toward Mel and smiled at him, “I am glad to see you’ve regained human
form, Melaeneus. I knew you were never earnestly as immoral as your brothers. I
just knew you did not have the backbone to stand up to them. I sincerely hope
that changes.”

Zeus disappeared in a flash of light, which forced the two
mortals to look away for fear of burning into ash. Nyctimus smiled at Melaeneus
and he smiled back, “Let’s rest. We’ll head out tomorrow morning to reach the
city by midday.”

“Let’s. I love you, little brother.”

“I love you, too, Melaeneus. Good night.”

“Good night.”­