He turned seeing another white marble shrine close by which had a large pool of water in it and two statues. One was a werewolf and the other was a hoplite from the hoplites helmet clear water was gushing out the same kind of water was gushing out of the werewolf’s mouth on the opposite side. He moved closer looking at the clear water which was like crystal. Under it he could see some odd circle pattern which was made of green and blue gem stone and whose marble stone was black.

He raised his sword. “Hey check this out.” Denes turned eyeing the spring. “This is it! You’ve found it.” Cenon folded his arms. “It doesn’t look like much, just another spring which is nice to look at, just those so called works of art in Athens.” Denes grabbed his armoured chest plate. “This is no ordinary spring Cenon, it’s a healing spring.” He eyed the water. “This is why Ares sent us here he wants some of its water so he can make a version of his own. He wants to use it for his armies.” Cenon eyed the water. “Yeah but why doesn’t he come up here himself to get it? I mean why send us I mean we don’t have the power to fight a godly spirit of the forest.” Denes pulled out an empty water skin. “Werewolf god…spirit of the forest, please its all just stories.”

He eased the water skin down only to watch in shock as the water began to churn. He pulled back in panic as a pair of huge black horns rose from the lake their blue and green veins shimmered in the moonlight. The huge white werewolf head appeared with its long goat’s beard. Huge white shoulders and upper body followed. Huge Satyr legs with black hooves appearing and a long bull’s tails which swung slightly.

The eight foot being lower body was covered by a hanging skirt which was covered in silver and golden patterns. The black clawed hand slowly formed a fist as the long white ears went back and the glowing orange eyes with there black pupils narrowed. The huge jaws slowly opened showing all the razor sharp teeth they slammed together as the eyes focused on him. Christos snarled aloud he hated thieves especially those who came to steal his waters. “They call me the spirit of the forest for good reason it’s because I’m real!” He wasn’t one to do godly talk much but now was a good time for it he stepped out of his healing waters He came back to these waters every night it was his place of sleep. Not that he needed to but he just liked doing it was where he had been born and it was comforting. He could make new springs just like this one anywhere he wished but the one here felt like his real home.