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"Let's get down to business then." He rose from his seat, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. He placed it on the coffee table beside his phone with a heavy thud. I scanned the crimson cover. Greek Gods was stamped across the center in elegant gold cursive. "Before you start looking for Nicholas, you need to understand the story of Selene, the Moon Goddess, and Endymion, the mortal who stole her heart." Just hearing Selene's name sent a flare of fury through me. The way she'd pulled my strings and made me dance on her palm like a damn puppet made my blood boil. I had truly believed Sofia was someone I would die for. What a fool I'd been.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

I can smell his apple and spice sent. “Whatcha reading?” Brighton asks. “I found a book on mythology. It’s funny to read about all of the gods.” I tell him. I have been reading it for a few hours now, and I have actually laughed out loud at some parts. Reading about some of the gods and how they acted is hilarious. If they only knew and saw what I have seen they would have to rethink their beliefs in the gods. What got to me is that I have never heard of or seen the triplets in any books. Even when we learned about this in school, they were never mentioned. I asked Athena about this when she came for a visit about a week or so ago.

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.

His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information. “But it’s nothing like holding a book in your hand and getting lost in an adventure or romance novel.” I joked. “Oh, I have a few books if you want to pick some out and take them with you. For the journey.” “Really? That would be great!” I clapped my hands together in excitement about what new tales I could delve into. I ended up picking out three books. One was about a treasure hunt, the second was a collection of romance stories from around the realm based on Alpha’s finding their mates, and the third was based on historical figures and their relationships to their gods.

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

I just read the title of the book. Mythology. That's what it says. Mythology? It's just like Greek mythology. Maybe its content is about the Pandorian gods? So I became interested in the book so I brought it and looked for Yuwe and saw that he was already sitting in the empty seat so I approached him and sat down. He looked at me and smiled. "What book did you take?" Yuwe asked me more. I lifted the book before placing it on the table and sitting next to it. "Mythology," I answer here.

Mythology. In general, others referred to it as a study and interpretation of often sacred tales or fables of a culture known as myths... Some define it as the collection of such classical old tales and mythical cultural stories which deal with various aspects of the human condition... May it be good or evil. I paused reading as I heard indistinct rustling sounds in the surroundings of this large dark room. I roamed my big doe eyes across the dark surroundings yet I can not find anything strange except for the disarrayed arrangement of books on the gigantic shelves.