The pack in school: Demons Awaken

Beginning 2

They arrived at the temple, accompanied by a narrator who diligently chronicled their every move and the events leading up to their arrival. As their eyes fell upon a peculiar statue, its form seemed to defy convention. Though seemingly crafted from stone, it possessed an uncanny semblance of life. Each student paused, captivated by this enigmatic sight.

The narrator's voice resonated once more, filling the air with a tale of ancient lore. "Behold the king, the inaugural werewolf in human history," they proclaimed. "Once a beloved soldier of King Zeus, he commanded immense strength and an expansive army. Yet, in a fateful encounter with Hades, the lord of the underworld, he harbored ambitions of toppling the earthly order. His reckless pursuit almost wrought destruction upon the world itself. However, King Zeus, filled with righteous fury, condemned him to eternal petrification as punishment, simultaneously sealing away his legions within a chamber."

Amidst the students' awestruck silence, one brave soul ventured a skeptical remark. "But isn't this mere superstition?" they questioned. Another student, their curiosity piqued, interjected, "Is it truly possible to free this captive being?" The room buzzed with a sense of wonder and intrigue.

With a thoughtful nod, the narrator replied, "Indeed, there is a way." They went on to explain the existence of a group known as the "neutral," a lineage of archaeologists who possessed an extensive knowledge base. Their chronicles contained detailed accounts of this very statue, alongside a book that divulged the secrets to liberating the imprisoned king.

A female student, her voice tinged with skepticism, sought clarification. "But why would anyone desire to open this vault of captivity?"

The narrator sighed, their response fraught with uncertainty. "According to the ancient writings, it was prophesied that someone would eventually open the seal. Yet, the veracity of such a claim remains unknown to me."

A wave of murmurs washed over the group, as they grappled with the weight of this revelation.

"That's really creepy," said the speaker, his voice filled with unease. The stone they had stumbled upon had a disturbing aura about it, and it had left Peter with a sense of familiarity that he couldn't shake off, despite the narrator urging them to move on. Unwilling to abandon the stone, Peter's friends had stayed behind with him, their curiosity piqued.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, her voice tinged with concern, as Peter carefully placed his bag on the ground. Scott, intrigued by Peter's actions, chimed in, "What do you think you are doing?"

Peter, his gaze fixed on the stone, replied, "I think I've seen this stone somewhere before. I believe it's mentioned in this old, rusted book I have." He pulled out the ancient tome from his bag, its pages worn and yellowed with age.

Flipping through the book, Peter murmured, "This book has been passed down through our generation." James, always the joker, interjected, "And what's so special about your generation?"

With a hint of pride in his voice, Peter answered, "Our generation has been the keeper of Greek historical records." He paused at a particular page and exclaimed, "This is it! I found it!" Pointing at a picture in the book, he beckoned his friends to gather around. The image depicted an exact replica of the stone they had discovered, and on the adjacent page, there were inscriptions in a language they couldn't decipher.

"Indeed, it is," Scott confirmed, captivated by the enigmatic language. Beneath the cryptic text, there was an image of a door that bore an uncanny resemblance to the one standing beside them. James quickly retrieved his phone, intending to record the language and use G****e to translate it.

Eagerly, they asked James, "What does it say?" Their curiosity mounting.

"The stone represents King Lycaon, the first werewolf," James began, his voice carrying a tinge of awe. "He commanded a formidable army known as the beasts, and with the aid of Lord Hades, he sought to conquer the world. However, King Zeus discovered his plan and thwarted him, turning him into a stone and sealing off his army."

Sarah, skepticism in her voice, questioned, "Do you really believe all that?"

Peter responded firmly, "I do. It was recorded."

James, engrossed in his phone's translation, continued, "But here's the most astonishing part." With a mix of excitement and trepidation, they urged him to reveal it.

"According to this text, the stone can be unleashed, released from its dormant state. All it takes is water to wash off the stone and then use that same water to cleanse the door. By doing so, the stone and the door would be unleashed. But beware, anyone who dares to perform this act must face the consequences," James relayed, his voice filled with a mixture of fascination and caution.

A silence settled over the group as they absorbed the revelation. After a few moments, James broke the silence, laughing nervously, and remarked, "That's quite creepy, but let's be honest, it's just a superstition."

Peter, determined and undeterred, said, "Regardless of whether it's a superstition or not, it holds significance to us. Let's leave this place." Sarah nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, it's best not to meddle with something we don't fully understand."

Scott, however, intrigued by the idea, suggested that they investigate further to determine if the legend held any truth. Without hesitation, he reached into his bag and retrieved a bottle of water.

Concerned, Peter interrupted Scott's actions and asked, "The book mentioned consequences. What do you think you're doing?"

Scott, dismissing the warnings, opened the bottle and confidently declared, "It's just a myth. I don't believe it." However, as soon as the water touched the stone and Scott began to approach the door, a deep, monstrous breathing sound echoed through the air, causing everyone to fall silent and listen intently.

"Did you hear that?" Sarah whispered, a hint of fear in her voice. Suddenly, something—or rather, someone—darted past them with alarming speed, sending a shiver down their spines. Without wasting a moment, they grabbed their belongings and fled from the scene, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Scott, caught up in the moment, yelled something to lighten the mood, unaware of the true reason they were running. Derek, who had been hiding during the commotion, emerged from his hiding spot, clutching the bottle of water tightly in his hand.

As they regrouped and caught their breath, they realized with a sinking feeling that they had left their belongings behind in their hasty escape. Sarah shook her head, her face filled with trepidation, and uttered, "What should we do? I can't go back there."

Peter, determined not to leave their possessions behind, stated firmly, "We have to retrieve our things." James chimed in, his voice tinged with unease, "But we can all agree that was incredibly unsettling, right?"

Scott, taking the lead without uttering a word, motioned for the others to follow him, ensuring they remained hidden. His brave and resolute demeanor instilled a sense of confidence in the group. Unbeknownst to them, Sandra, who had silently observed their previous encounter, stealthily trailed behind.

Meanwhile, Derek, driven by curiosity and a desire to prove or debunk the legends, continued with his task of cleaning the stone and approaching the door. As Scott caught sight of Derek's actions, he shouted, "STOP!" But it was too late—the water had already made contact with the door, and as it slowly swung open, emitting an eerie creak, a gust of powerful wind burst forth, knocking everyone off their feet and rendering them unconscious.

When they regained consciousness, they found themselves in a room enveloped in darkness. The source of the terrifying noise had manifested itself in the form of a voice that resonated through the air, declaring, "The day has come."

Overwhelmed by the ominous atmosphere, Peter and his friends exchanged anxious glances, realizing that they had unwittingly stepped into a world beyond their understanding. What awaited them on the other side of that door was a mystery, and they were now caught in its enigmatic grasp, uncertain of what would unfold next. then there comes an aftermath of the wind that finally knock them off.