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

Ankris showed him the map, but the farmer told him he could not read or

understand the plans, so that explained it verbally. While

man spoke, Ankris listened intently, trying to hold

all the information in his memory, perhaps because it did not realize

the boy, in a gesture of her mother, she slipped out of the kitchen

and, moments later, a horse shot out of the farm, challenging

the storm.

- If the people had asked, I would have said.

- I passed through the village.

- No? Then comes your way to get here.

Ankris shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable.

- The truth is that I usually avoid people.

The farmer looked at him questioningly, and the elf said softly:

- I'm an elf. In this region, so far from my country, I think

a being very strange, and not everywhere so I welcome

friendly as here. I do not want problems.

- I understand, 'said the farmer, but he continued to stare at him.

Yes I've been in town this morning.

He paused and continued to stare at him as if expecting an

reaction on his part. Ankris began to suspect something was wrong.

- Must be a nice place-said, to say something.

- Today mourn the farmer said, and turned to face him.

Ankris did not quite know how I was supposed to react.

- I'm sorry. Was it someone very dear?

- A very young boy. A disgrace.

- Sorry Ankris repeated.

- Last night I came home, went on the man. All the people

began to mount for him. They found his body in the early morning. There

been eaten by a huge wolf.

Ankris froze. It could not be true. The sleeping pill ...

A gleam of triumph farmer's eyes lit up when he saw the

terror in the face of the elf.

- I knew it was you. damn demon just said.

Ankris sensed movement behind her and only had time to

turn before seeing a furious farmer unloading a heavy

pan over his head.

And everything went black.

When he opened his eyes he was bound hand and foot, lying on the

dusty soil, and the farmer was watching pointing the chest with a

huge rake.

- You're a demon, right?

- I'm not a demon Ankris moaned, still headache. Am

an elf.

- Lying. You are a demon and a murderer.

Ankris closed his eyes again, trying to think. There could be

been him. I had woken up at exactly the same place where he had

transformed and, on the other hand, there was no blood found remains in its

Nail.

- It was not me. I swear.

- You're a liar. I have been transforming you this morning.

"The girl" thought Ankris. "It was not a dream." He cursed his bad luck.

At any other time no one would have believed. But just now ...

No point in denying it.

- But it was not me she insisted. I have a potion, you know? You can see

I keep a bottle in my bag. It drives me harmless and, although I

transform, I stay asleep and not hurting anyone. The

proof is that I have not attacked that girl or ...

He stopped suddenly, realizing that every word

worsened the situation. I watched aghast Farmers.

- Monster! Said the woman.

- I'm going to the Tower Ankris explained. I am told that there may be able

heal. I swear I did not ...

The farmer walked toward him and hit him with fury.

Ankris lost consciousness again.

- ... He has confessed. He said he is a werewolf.

- But it's not even a man. Look, it's all skin and bones.

- Is a demon.

- A goblin.

- He said he was an elf.

- You, shut up. The elves never come here.

- The boy is right: it's an elf. I've seen a few and I can

sure that this is rather like them.

- So what's the problem?

- That the elves do not suffer from lycanthropy. Unaffected by bite

werewolf or, if it does indeed know how to treat it.

- A transforming saw this!

- Oh, a girl with too much imagination!

- What more proof do you need? Last night was a full moon and a wolf killed

Yani. And then comes the girl saying she has seen a wolf

became a strange creature with pointed ears ... Comes to call

my door!

Ankris slowly returned to reality. The voices were talking about

it. He recognized a few: the farmer, his wife and the voice of someone else

young, probably the boy he had seen upon entering. But

was a fourth voice, a shrill voice replied impatiently:

- Yes, but it is an elf, and elves no werewolves, I say.

- It may be a magician 'said the boy. I have heard that

Some magicians can turn into animals.

- Nonsense, 'said the farmer. And, yet so fierce, what does that change?

- Of course it changes! It can not be this creature who was

looking for that man. And if it is, then it is a be

exceptional, perhaps a mutation. I'd like to investigate.

- Investigate what? It is a monster! However when the Hunter

end with him.

- But what if not this? Replied the guy shrilly. What if

kills him, takes his body and we were left with the true

monster roaming around? For when he returns to kill in the

next full moon, the Hunter will be long gone and will not come to us out

one hand.

- It is taking a long-intervened farmer nervously. Would you be

something happened?

- Quiet, woman. They have come to look to the forest, and with this

storm ...

- I hate having that thing in my house.

- I think, before it comes, we must check whether

really looking creature. But I bet you what you like not.

Ankris managed to open his eyes. Along with the family who had captured him was

to a pointed beard old man watching him through the lens

round dancing on the tip of his nose.

- Have you seen those eyes? Elven, no doubt, adjusted his glasses and

nodded to himself. Color ... Gold?? No, rather it is a color

honey-like. Or to amber. Curious, very curious.

- Who are you? -Could articulate Ankris.

- Wise Fulgus call me cheerfully replied the little man.

You're lucky I chose this town for years as a retreat.

Because only I can get you out of this, friend elf.

- What?

- I will show you are no werewolf.

- But ...

- Tse, tse tse! Fulgus interrupted. I do not have to give me

explanations. Long time study werewolves-are beings

fascinating-I can recognize a werewolf when I see one, and I know that

you're not one of them.

The farmer snorted skeptically. The sage turned to him.

- As it happens, I brought a bottle with a concoction of my

invention requires the werewolves to transform even when

full moon. We only have to give a little and ...

- What? Farmer-broke. Would you like to become a

monster here in my home?

- There will be transformed, as I told you.

- So how do you know that your concoction works? Snapped the

farmer.

The sage looked very offended. He adjusted his glasses and said, very

worthy:

- If you think it does not work, do not mind if you try it, right?

The farmer opened his mouth to say something, but the wise and headed for

Ankris with a vial containing a reddish liquid.

- Open your mouth, friend elf, and drink this as a good boy.

- What? -Ankris struggled, but he was bound hand and foot. To!

Do not know what you do!

- Come on, do not resist. It's for your own good.

Ankris turned away. He saw the farmer's son neared its

father and said:

- Here, just in case. I've taken out of your bag.

The farmer took the knife and examined it critically.

- It does not seem very solid.

The sage turned to him.

- No-no-no, the guy is right. That dagger is silver. If this elf is

a beast-which, frankly, I doubt, 'that dagger will be the best

weapon against him.

Ankris felt seething with anger. He had already been humiliated enough.

- Put it back! -Snapped. You have no right to ...!

But he could not finish; Fulgus had used to introduce the

spoon in his mouth, and the elf, caught by surprise, instantly swallowed.

The wise man stepped back and looked, very satisfied.

- Do you see how nothing happens?

Ankris was suddenly awakened something inside. Something that,

unfortunately, knew well. Fulgus nailed a glance

desperate.

- What do ... have you done? -Could say.

The transformation was much faster than usual, and

infinitely more painful. Ankris screamed as her body

metamorphosed before the sage and farmers, who looked dumb

of terror. When he broke the ropes that held him and looked at his face to

transform means, eyes glowing a wild light, the woman screamed,

and Fulgus only said, unable to look away from him:

- Fascinating.

A new spasm. Shouted and transformation Ankris consummated. The

beast had awoken again.

With a grunt, the wolf was to jump over them, but the farmer

finally reacted and jumped on him, knife in hand. The dagger stabbed

shoulder, the pain was intense, and the beast groaned and stepped back. The

Farmer launched another thrust that hit him in the stomach. The wolf howled and

sought an escape route.

- Top it off, father! Cried the boy, but the farmer raised

hands ruefully: the dagger had been plunged into the meat of the

beast.

Mad with grief, the wolf jumped through the window, destroying it, and

off into the night.

Hunter arrived moments later. He surprised the farmer trying

strangle the wise, while the woman and the boy tried to separate them,

but that did not bother him. A brief look at the scene was enough to know

that his quarry had escaped again. Without a word, he turned

and went in search of the beast, venturing in the pouring rain.

I knew that the dam was not hurt and was far ahead.

Ankris WHEN TURNED ITSELF, did not like what he saw.

Fortunately, the effects of the concoction of sage and did not last long and

had recovered his body elf. But here ran out good

news.

I was in the woods, alone, wet and wounded, with the remains of their

clothes close to the body. It was still dark and still raining

intensely. He tried to sit up, but quickly dropped with a

groan of pain. He could not move his left arm and he had a severe

stomach wound. Paled even more when he saw the knife was

stuck in his abdomen. Gritting his teeth, I yanked. The

pain was so intense that Ankris, stifling a scream, dropped back

on the wet ground.

He soon realized that the wound was serious, very serious.

Bleeding heavily and looked like silver leaf would have burned the

meat in that area. It also had a similar injury in the shoulder

left, and was this the reason why he could not move his arm.

Gasping in pain and fatigue did straighten a bit, resting

back against the trunk of a tree. I did not know where he was or what

direction were the mountains, where I could try to find a

shelter until the storm to pass.

Ankris vaguely remembered what had happened in the house of

farmer since he had transformed into a wolf. But after jumping

out the window, the beast had completely mastered his mind and no longer

knew nothing more. He fumbled around looking for his backpack, but do not

found. He cursed his bad luck for the umpteenth time. All things are

had stayed home from the farmer. Everything. Including the bottle with your

potion and-what was worse-the parchment with instructions for

developing it again. The only thing was, ironically, was the dagger

silver from his father, that dagger would kill you.

He tried to rise and reached walking a few steps, but his legs

failed and fell to his knees. At that moment, lightning lit

the sky ... and the figure of a huge and imposing man who, standing before

him, staring at him, pointing a loaded crossbow.

- H ...