Bootes constelation

"You shall always remember: Be wary of the wild bears parading in the forest," said Lycaon to his grandson.

"Teach me to not fear them" said the small todler.

"You should" Lycaon finished.

Arcas grew up to be the next prince in line of Arcadia. Enjoying the life alongside Dyonisious, he was not exempt from danger. After his granfather became a wolf due to a failed dispute with Zeus. Arcas understood that the new life his father has given him, was worth building from other ground.

He paraded through the forest with Canes and Venatici, the two greyhound who have been jointed to the hips since he became ruler. In one instant, Canes and Venatici darted away. Chasing something as if possesed by some external force.

Arcas run after them, deep into the forest as the light faded in between the late summer branches of the tree leafs. He truned into a tree, to find Canes and Venatici waging their tails and licking the face of a bear. The bear was joggling in amusement by the dogs.

Arcas whistle to the dogs "Come here this instant!". The dogs, shifted quickly to look at their owner only to quickly ignore him. Meanwhile the bear looked at him, dead in the eye.

Arcas didn't really feel threatened but he kept hearing the voice of his grandfather. "You shall fear the wild bears". By instict he take ahold of his weapon as the bear approached him. With every step, Arca's heart pounded harder and his muscles tensed.

The bear stopped at 6 feet away. Archas was petrified, about to draw with sword...

"My son" said a voice inside his head that seamed to come from the bear with cristal watery eyes. "I missed you"

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