The Blood Of A Deity

A young woman, Mary, clutched her cloak around her and quickened her pace. She had to get home before the werewolf came out. The legends of the creature were terrifying, and she didn't want to be caught in its path. As she hurried through the forest, she heard the howl of a wolf in the distance. Her heart began to race, and she broke into a run. Suddenly, she stumbled over a root and fell to the ground.

As Mary lay on the ground, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. Standing before her was a tall figure, its features obscured by the shadows. Mary tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure stepped forward, and Mary gasped as she realized it was a werewolf. The creature towered over her, its eyes glowing red with hunger. Mary closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. But instead of feeling the bite of the werewolf's fangs, she felt something else.

It was a hand, gently reaching out to help her up. She opened her eyes, and there, standing before her, was not a werewolf but a man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a strong jaw. He looked at her with concern, as if he had seen the fear in her eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice deep and rich. Mary stared at him, trying to understand what was happening. "Yes," she said, still unsure. "I'm fine. Thank you." The man nodded and helped her to her feet. "You're welcome

Mary had always been drawn to the mysterious woods that surrounded her village. There was something about the way the trees swayed in the wind and the way the shadows danced across the ground that felt magical to her. One day, while exploring the forest, she came across a clearing where the grass was lush and green and the trees stood tall and proud.

In the center of the clearing was a beautiful fountain, its waters sparkling in the sunlight. As she approached the fountain, she noticed something she hadn't seen before—a rose bush, blooming with the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.

Mary knelt down to smell the roses, and as she did, a voice behind her said, "They're quite lovely, aren't they?" She turned to see a man standing behind her, his eyes as blue as the sky above them. "I've never seen such beautiful roses before," she said. "They're my favorite flower," the man replied.

"I've been coming here for years, watching them bloom and fade with the seasons. But they've never been as beautiful as they are today." Mary felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at the man, and she couldn't help but smile.