The Series of Dawn

When I was a young boy my dad had told me stories of dawns creatures. Sharp canines, shadowy movements. Drawn to chaos in the dark but also wanderers of the day. Like those of the sea they were able to spell people with their sultry voices. Commanding those around them to do their bidding. Forever trapped in loneliness, never to be able to bare a child, they would take another’s as their own and turn them. The beauty of the goddess Athena herself. Something so beautifully dangerous, known to only lay ruin and death in their wake. Those were just tales though right? Told to disobedient children to scare them straight. Little did I know that I would fall into one’s trap set so clean, jumping head first into whatever lay waiting for me. For her, I would jump a thousand times. For me? She would never let me go even if I begged.