The Elf by Drakent Arrow (e novels to read TXT) 📕

NOBODY VISITED Ankris during the three weeks he was in jail

in jail, awaiting trial to be held soon.

Nobody, except for Shi-Mae.

The elf entered the underground calm and confident, and failed Ankris

help but notice the flaming red of his robe, which indicated that

was already consecrated a magician.

They looked a moment. Ankris's heart was pounding, but

was too time consuming on negative thoughts

to be able to show some joy.

- I thought you never wanted to see me.

- I changed my mind.

There was a brief, awkward silence.

- It's funny Ankris finally said. I am now locked

completely harmless. But within a few days will be full moon and no

even these bars may stop.

- I know Shi-Mae said softly.

He brushed a finger lock, and it opened with a slight click.

Ankris looked at her, stunned.

- How did you do that?

- I'm a magician she answered simply.

- But ... guards ...

- Now sleep.

Not quite understanding what he meant, Ankris saw her enter his

cell. They locked eyes. Mae Shi dove into the elf's amber gaze,

as if to get to immerse yourself in its essence. A Ankris he thought

his chest was moving almost imperceptibly, shaken by a sigh.

- Shi-Mae, what ...?

He could not finish the sentence. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him

passionately, as if to merge with him. And drifted Ankris

hugged her, very confusing.

So Shi-Mae broke away from him. His gaze was again ice.

- Never warned him.

He turned his back and left the cell.

- What the ...? Mae Shi, wait!

Ankris wanted to run after her, but the door closed to their

noses, with a loud snap, no need to touch-Mae Shi.

Furious, the young man shook the fence.

- Wait, Shi-Mae! What do you mean?

But she was gone.

And did not return.

The next day, Ankris was brought before a court of elves severe

and circumspect, among whom was the Lord of the Forest

Dorado, the Archmage School governing Mae Shi. The young man looked

around him, searching his eyes, but did not see. Yes found to

old king of elves sitting in a box, protected by two powerful

guards. The Queen had died years ago of a disease that

had no known medical cure. On the knees of the monarch was

sat a large creature emerald eyes: Nawin, the

elf princess, still a little girl.

The fact that the case had drawn attention of the sovereign

the elves did not provide Ankris a different expectation with respect to

outcome of the trial. I knew you were going to condemn, and saw nothing in the

stone face of the king to make him think otherwise.

Anyway, I did not care. After spending those days

locked in his cell, pondering his situation had reached the

conclusion that it was best for him. If he should die, so

out. The beast would die with him.

I knew there was no hope for him. Shi-Mae had been

rescue and he had not. He still did not fully understand their

behavior of the previous evening, but had come to understand

that the kiss was a goodbye kiss.

Never again, she had said. And he knew that he meant it.

Now he had lost-Mae Shi, none of this had

sense.

Like a flash, heard the voice of the Lady of the Tower: "Unless

have to go, come to the Tower, in the Valley of the Wolves. I'll be

waiting ".

He shook his head. What for? What could Aonia for him? What

what would, if he knew that ever regain the love of Shi-Mae?

- An-Kris Robles started for the judge. You are accused of being a

werewolf. What have you to say?

Ankris not respond. He had nothing to say.

- Let's hear the person who accuses you: Step Toh-South Ril.

Toh-Ril stood and, with evident satisfaction, recounted how he had

Ankris seen grow and how a child was shown a

wild behavior. He told the court his encounter in the forest, not

mention that he and his friends had tried to hit the boy, but

offering all kinds of details about Ankris backlash. The

young listened with some interest. So that was what had

happened that night. At that time, while Toh-Ril spoke,

Ankris suddenly remembered everything. He suppressed a sinister smile. Yes, it was a

monster, and had been since childhood. I could not do anything about it.

I had not done on purpose, was his true nature and, even though

fight against it, would not be able to defeat it.

Toh-Ril spoke Ankris's escape and subsequent visits

witch house. He told how he had once spied through the

window and had heard the sorcerer who Ankris was a werewolf. After

explained that, later, had followed him to the city and had

spied on full moon nights. And he had been lying in his cabin,

asleep under the influence of narcotics, transformed into a beast. To

that one night, he was too late: the door had flown in

Ankris pieces and was not inside his cabin. He had seen

return to it the next day and later register the forest to

approaching a half-hidden cave at the foot of the mountain. No Ankris

got there, but it was enough to approximate to a

while later, Toh-Ril could find itself where the

werewolf hid the bodies of his victims.

In other circumstances, would have enraged Ankris Toh-Ril by

have spied. But at the time it was all the same. "Seen this way"

thought, "he's right. I'm just a monster. " He was glad, without

But that Toh-Ril had not arrived in time to see how attacking

Shi-Mae.

A specialist said he had examined the cave, and stated that

bodies that were there had been killed by a beast of

large, probably a wolf. Also called to testify the sorcerer,

and this would only say that supplied Ankris a narcotic because it had

trouble sleeping some nights.

- You said it was a werewolf-Toh-Ril protested.

The witch looked at him with his red eyes.

- I doubt it. I have not seen this boy transformed into a wolf, of

So I can not have accused of such. What I said was that their

parents killed several werewolves with his bare hands, which is

completely and utterly true. Probably not understand well my

words. This is what happens when one peeks through the windows in

Instead of asking directly, sometimes you hear things

distorted.

The Toh-Ril face contorted with rage, but Ankris suppressed a

smile. The sorcerer trying to protect him, despite everything.

The fearlessness of the young man stumbled, however, when two elves

Sentinels rose to testify, called by the court.

His parents.

- Step Anthor and South Eilai said the judge. I'll ask one

time: Is your son a werewolf?

Anthor hesitated and looked away. Judge Eilai cu nailed his eyes

Amber and said:

- No.

Ankris could not take it anymore.

- Enough! He exclaimed. Do not lie about me anymore. Yes, it is true, I am a

werewolf. I become wolf full moon.

A shocked murmur ran through the room. Ankris perceived the

Princess huge Nawin eyes staring at him, wide-

par.

- But I do not voluntarily she continued. While I love wolves

and wildlife, not to the point of wanting to lose my rational consciousness

to attack my peers. I can not prevent the transformation, and believe

who would do anything to be a regular elf. If I went to the sorcerer was because

I do not want to kill anyone. Because, believe it or not, I'm not aware of what

I do the full moon. The wolf is there the me who I

becomes a murderous beast. An elf? Condemned for acts of

a beast?

- Twelve people have died Toh-Ril hissed.

Ankris looked him in the eyes.

- I did not kill. I do not even remember seeing. And, let

sincere, Toh-Ril: you do not care about those people. You just want

is me dead.

A murmur ran through the room again.

- Control your tongue, reo growled the judge. Are you avoiding your

responsibility in all this?

- No. I'm just asking for help, looked around. My parents and

witch saw what was good in me and tried to save me. I only know

a curse that transforms me into a beast full moon nights.

I know it is a terrible disease and the elves is even more

feared and hated for being so foreign to our nature. But here and

Now ask ... beg ... if anyone knows a way to help me,

to destroy the curse, to control the wolf in me ...

He sighed quietly. There was a long silence.

- Help me Ankris whispered finally. Please help me. Single

want to be a normal elf ...

He voice cracked and she could not talk anymore. Glimpsed the eyes of his

tearful mother. His father also seemed moved.

He felt angry and humiliated for a moment. He was proud and hated

have to be demonstrated that way. But inside

there was something desperately yelling for help, and in that

moment he realized that the voice had been there from day one and,

for some reason, had not wanted to hear. It was that voice that

just talked about him at that time. That voice that Aonia, the

Lady of the Tower, he heard screaming without words when I had

looked into his eyes at the School of the Golden Wood.

Suddenly feeling more insecure and vulnerable, lost and

impassivity that armor that had covered his heart,

Ankris raised his head and looked around. He realized everyone

had turned to the Lord of the Golden Wood, who had been in

foot, obviously uncomfortable.

- Not even magic can cure a werewolf said.

Ankris breath. He had said "cure". That meant that

admitted he was sick. Maybe ...

- I've heard of spells that return to the werewolves form

Original 'said the witch.

The Archmage glared at him. Magicians never had

gotten along with the witches; these had no real magic power, but

as nobody knew the secrets of the natural world, and so most

people preferred to rely on them before doing a magician

consecrated, whose powers resulted unexplained in the eyes of the non-

initiated. The wizards knew and while sorcerers despised for not

be able to perform spells, they were also well aware that

them, despite all his power and wealth, they had lost the battle of the

popularity in favor of sorcerers.

It was not thus in human lands where he had heard

Ankris, wizards and witches were hated alike.

- Spells are temporary and last only a few hours, he said coldly.

It would require a place of extraordinary power to increase the strength of

these spells, and I fear that even our school is appropriate

for this. We can get your body resist without transforming

several more hours. And that's all we can do for him.

- Really? -The witch raised an eyebrow. Well in that case, I'm afraid

I can do more. My narcotics have mired for years in

a deep sleep every night of the full moon.

- Are you saying that your concoctions are above our magic more

Advanced? I remind you that you have failed to prevent it from becoming.

- But I was prevented from killing-the sorcerer smiled mockingly, which

I find much more practical and effective than halving its

hours beast. But in any case, that's where he was going.

What I would like to point out is that the young man took the narcotics Ankris

voluntarily-cast his eyes on the audience disturbing. We are

as we are, and in many cases we can not fight our

Nature. I've seen werewolves closely. I can assure you that for

them is extremely difficult to stand up to the beast that devours

inside. Here is a boy who has the courage to fight, because he wants

be like everyone else. A boy with sufficient integrity to

try to beat the beast, instead of surrendering to it, as does the

Most. Do not think you should punish him for it. Control, yes. And avoid

to continue killing, too. But that is precisely what he wants, what

us is crying. Let us help you.

There were murmurs of assent. Ankris looked around,

unbeliever. Until the Archmage seemed to regard the words of the sorcerer.

The judge frowned and looked up at the king. Ankris not

dared to imitate. But the judge hesitated saw and felt, for a moment,

I had a glimmer of hope.

The judge cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

- I do not agree then said a voice as clear and cold

ice.

Ankris not need turning. Would have recognized that voice in

anywhere.

Shi-Mae