The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

At the house of the future Lycan King,

A thirty-five-year-old man was surprised because the atmosphere became dark. As soon as possible, he left the house without telling his parents. “Isn’t it still daytime? Why is it already dark? Is it going to rain? But that is impossible,” he muttered, confused.

When he arrived at his destination, it turned out he was not the only one there, and many people were doing the same thing. Most looked up at the sky, but some spoke, pointing upwards. The first son of the couple, Lebrazht Lugthna and Norah Bitnantzh, also looked up at the sky, and he was baffled when he found out that something was completely covering the sun.

“Did something happen in the sky?” Armen began to hear the conversation of two men not far from where he was standing. Initially, the guy with thick eyebrows only casually listened because he felt that what was being discussed had nothing to do with him.

“I do not know either. Could this have something to do with Goddess Atvertha?” When he heard his lover’s name mentioned, the burly guy turned his head as soon as possible. Armen could not ignore the conversation because they had dared to mention the name of his immortal lover. The man who almost died due to his younger brother’s stupid actions turned to the source of the voice.

“Why do you even mention the name of the Moon Goddess? She is already one of the protector goddesses of our pack.” The guy who first asked the question reprimanded the other person because he was afraid of being punished by Atvertha. Armen’s heart beat faster because he did not know where the conversation was going, but he tried to restrain himself.

“I guess this all happened because Goddess Atvertha dared to go against her parents. Maybe she returned to the palace and then was beaten badly. Just try not to disobey Goddess Avtexia; then she will definitely be safe, and our tribe will be safe from her actions.” The second man even made a careless statement so that Armen’s blood boiled without further ado. He did not want his lover to be insulted like that.

Armen walked up to the two men and wanted to hit the person who dared to gossip about the woman he loved. “Lord Athalamaya and Goddess Tathatea are witnesses to your bad words. You will definitely not be born as a human again and will be born as an earthworm!”

“I can’t possibly-”

Before the second man had time to continue speaking, he felt someone pulling his shirt, which distracted his attention. “Hey! What did I do wrong!”

A heavy blow hit the man’s face, causing him to fall to the ground. The loud crash made everyone outside panic, but quite a few wanted to know what had happened there. Armen continued to beat people who had dared to insult his future wife. He did not care about anything else because anger had taken over that brave guy.

Many people tried to intervene, but Armen’s strength was so great that he could restrain people’s energy. One man said to the others, “You should call the Chief!”

“Yes, call the Chief Tribal! Gathemza will die if he gets hit continuously!” Another man chimed in. Armen did hear everything they said. However, the young man was not afraid at all.

Among the crowd of people there, apparently, someone called Lebrazht. The fifty-four-year-old man came there in a hurry. He was not alone because Agtheo also accompanied him, carrying a torch. “The Chief Tribal has come! Separate that young man from Gathemza!” said the black-haired man.

Finally, this time, the people separated Armen from the man who had slandered the Moon Goddess. How shocked Lebrazht was because he saw that the person who beat the other tribe members was his eldest son. “Armen? Why did you do that?” he asked, shocked.

“He insulted Atvertha,” answered Armen coldly. There were bloodstains on both of the young man’s hands because he had beaten Gathemza non-stop as if he wanted to kill the man. Lebrazht turned to the victim, who looked battered and difficult to question.

“What did he say that made you so emotional?” A man, who had a height of one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall asked again. He did not dare accuse Armen before he knew what had happened.

“I heard that the man had accused this dark situation because Atvertha was fighting his parents, and in the sky, my goddess was badly beaten by them. That fool blamed my lady for causing our tribe to suffer harm.” Armen answered in broad terms, and he was really angry with the accusations made by his opponent. Lebrazht turned back to the man who was almost dying from his son’s repeated blows.

“Is it true that you said that, Gathemza? Answer honestly! You just have to nod or shake your head.” Norah Bitnantzh’s husband said to the man, and he shook his head. Armen’s anger grew, and he almost hit the same person, but several people held the young man back so he could not move.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“He was lying, Chieftain. Gathemza did say that to me.” An adult male voice was heard, which attracted the attention of the people there to the source of the sound-a forty-five-year-old, thin man who had given testimony to Lebrazht.

“Giztha, tell me the truth. I swear in the name of Lord Athalamaya and Goddess Atvertha that you will not lie. We are all witnesses.” The hazel-eyed man gave the other person the opportunity to convey the truth.

“I swear to Lord Athalamaya and Goddess Atvertha that Gathemza has lied. He has indeed vilified the name of the Moon Goddess, as Armen said. I have tried hard to prevent it, but he still circumvents and links the goddess with the lousy fate of our tribe. ” The light brown-eyed man testified, and the Crossroads Lady’s future husband was satisfied with the testimony. However, the grudge in the brave guy’s heart towards the person who insulted his beloved lady never disappeared, especially since he lied to his biological father.

Lebrazht could not do anything else because what his son had said was true. The atmosphere there became quiet because everyone present seemed to be waiting for the tribal chief’s decision. Agtheo glanced at Armen and the badly injured man. As soon as possible, the young man remembered his fatal mistake, causing fear within him.

Bibro can hit other people that badly. Since his lover said that I was the perpetrator who almost killed Armen, he never spoke again unless it was necessary. I am afraid to deal with him because he could have the same fate as Uncle Gathemza, thought Agtheo, who did not dare to be close to Armen.

The guy with thick eyebrows did not dare to give a sentence because he was afraid of the impact, so he accidentally looked to the left of his eldest son. There, a man with a glowing body was seen. His face looked familiar, and no one saw that except him. “Lebrazht. You have to make the right decision according to the regulations in force in the Agbazarth Tribe. He cannot be buried in a special grave because he has made many fatal mistakes. If his family is angry, you must tell them to come to me at the temple by themselves. There, I will appear and face them.”

The middle-aged man nodded once, and courage arose in his heart because he had the support of the Chief God Protector of the Agbazarth Tribe.

“Gathemza, you have been guilty several times: firstly, you have denounced the Moon Goddess. Second, you have slandered her, and third, you have given false information, even in the form of shaking your head. When you die, Lord Athalamaya and Goddess Atvertha will be the judges for all your deeds before you can cross the first lake in the Underworld. I will declare this to the High Priest: when you die, your body will be exiled outside Tatkhion.”

A woman screaming was heard, followed by several girls crying. They seemed not to accept this decision, then walked forward to meet the tribal chief. “In the name of Gathemza, I reject that punishment for my husband!”

The woman with a fat body, curly hair, and her three children had arrived in front of the Chief of the Agbazarth Tribe. Her face looked very angry, and she was trying to oppose the man’s decision. However, Lebrazht smiled sarcastically. “If you refuse, then just complain directly to Lord Athalamaya. Remember, even though it looks dark now, it is still daytime. The main protector, the god of this tribe, is still around us and witnesses all your husband’s bad deeds. Come directly to the temple and say your problem to the High Priest.”

Before the opposite sex had time to argue, Lebrazht said to her, “Lord Athalamaya gave me that message. He said he would come directly and appear to you. If it is like that, then your family will definitely be hit by a plague. Me and everyone here, unless you, your three children, and Gathemza abstain from your actions. You will be responsible for the punishment you will receive.”

“You have no right to punish my husband!”

“Who says I do not have the right to do that, Tamar? I am still Chief of the Tribe, and it will remain like that when I am ordained a Lycan King. You have to obey what my successor and I say, and if anyone dares to refuse, he can come to the High Priest. Lord Athalamaya and Goddess Atvertha, who are your opponents.” Lebrazht deliberately emphasized word for word, which made the talkative woman quiet.

After finishing this long sentence, the object covering the sun moved gradually so that the dark sky slowly turned bright again. All the tribe members cheered with joy, except those who were proven guilty. “Did you see that, Tamar? Heaven knows that I said the right thing. Prepare to bear a lifetime of curse for all your family members. Do not come to me again to ask for help because your husband has made a big mistake, namely insulting the Moon Goddess, Her Majesty.”

The blonde woman shuddered. She knelt by herself on the ground along with her three daughters. “Please forgive our mistakes, sir.” She sobbed for help, but the hook-nosed man shook his head and then turned around.

A man who was taught harshly and consistently by his father, Atmatkha looked at everyone there, including his two sons. “Never among you should insult the gods and goddesses, especially those who protect our tribe. Let no one bear false witness because it will bring a curse on your family. Go home and make what happened today a lesson.”

“Yes, Chieftain.” All the tribe members echoed Lebrazht’s words.

The tribal chief and his two sons left the area and were followed by other tribal members. Meanwhile, the Gathemza family, Tamar, and her three daughters wept bitterly because nothing could be done. They have received a curse from Lord Athalamaya, and no one can help.

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