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

young nearby and went immediately to

rescue. Fortunately, they arrived on time.

- And ... Do you bit?

- No ... I'm not sure. They say he's hurt, but it's not serious.

Unfortunately, it was too late for the wolf. Fenris, you killed

a wolf and you attacked our shaman. Do you realize what that

mean?

- One moment, one moment. I did not kill that wolf. I was

dead.

He related what had happened the night before. He was also the

conversation he had long ago with the shaman and how

this had reproached him he wanted to gain his "gift" to himself.

As I was speaking, better understand the trap they had laid

Log.

- He did it on purpose to bite you! He knew these guys

were there and could defend him, because they were still

tribesmen and, standing between the two, I could not

kill him. In fact, it is quite possible that they were not there by chance,

He had called! They had said they were alert, because I

try to attack him!

- And did not you? Ronna replied somewhat sharply.

- Of course I did, Ronna! He almost shouted. I tried to explain

many times that I am a cruel and murderous beast full moon night!

The only thing that protects you from me is the blessing of the first, but Log wanted

I bit him to be like me, and so killed Shan, you know?

Broke ancient pact on purpose so that I could attack him. And

probably now has become a werewolf, a murderer!

Ronna listened horrified.

- How dare you talk like the shaman? He would never do anything

like!

Fenris wanted to respond, but she left the hut with eyes full

with tears.

In the following days, the elf learned many things thanks to

Rasloc young, who came to see him in secret and told how it was the

situation.

Not good for him, of course.

- Log says you have deceived us Rasloc said-and you're not one of the

our. He also says that, as a man has attacked and killed a

Wolf, you no longer belong to our clan. And it also shows that there

you are a real wolf, because, otherwise, you could not hurt him.

Says you're a creature of evil and strange powers, you can

take on the appearance of a wolf, without actually being one. And by

that you must die.

- What about the others ... you believe?

- Some do and some do not. I do not believe you, Fenris. I trust you. And

see how everything is resolved soon.

But despite Rasloc unconditional faith, Fenris knew the

shaman's words have much weight in the tribe and would not be as

easy to prove his innocence. The elf believed to be living a nightmare.

Again his werewolf condition snatched love and

confidence of others. But this time, he knew, was innocent.

Log had attacked because he was forced to.

One night, Ronna went back into the place where it was

held and looked him in the eyes with suppressed excitement.

- I believe you whispered.

It was a relief for him, but could not help asking:

- Why?

Ronna sat beside her. His gaze was now stone.

- Log has announced that the first spirit has appeared to

reveal which appointed him as his successor, and that will manifest

through his body at the next full moon.

Fenris felt her blood froze in my veins.

- Then I got he muttered. I bit, as he wanted. Has

become a werewolf.

Ronna looked.

- That's not important, Fenris. Do not you understand? If it becomes,

demonstrate to all that the first favors him and gives the reason. Everyone

believe his words. You will be executed as a traitor.

Fenris sighed. Again his world broke into pieces. Of

would again have to choose between escape or die like a rat executed as

a criminal. She looked at her companion's eyes.

- Never run out, right, Ronna? Maybe I should give up. Maybe

should let me die. When the whole world agrees to

wish my death, it is because my birth was probably a mistake.

He voice cracked. He had thought much about it since the death of

Novan, but never dared to say it out loud. He was a

creation werewolf, a monster. Novan had been right in

proclaim their father. It was like he wanted it or not.

- No, Ronna said flatly. You are not a mistake. You are a

extraordinary creature, Fenris, whatever you are. And if we have to choose between

Log life and yours, I choose yours.

Fenris wanted to hug her, but was handcuffed. She did it for him.

He remained a prisoner for the rest of the month, attending powerless

to preparations for the night of the full moon in which the First

Log manifest through.

The shaman himself was an afternoon to visit. As appeared in the

door, Fenris felt that familiar feeling of familiarity that had

Novan experimented with. Definitely Log was like him, had

become a werewolf. There was no turning back.

The shaman stared a moment and put his hand

unconsciously arm bandage, which concealed the wound certainly

Fenris had occurred to bite. Then he said:

- I feel like a new power through me inside. And it is magnificent.

I feel stronger than I ever have been. Tell me, why you would not

share this with me? Why I had to arrancártelo by force?

- Because it is a gift, Log Fenris replied huskily. You've

said many times. It is a curse. Think you control the beast,

but it's the opposite, it controls you.

Log eyes shone feverishly.

- I'm dying to know how it feels.

- You're crazy Fenris said, disgusted.

Log leaned next to him and whispered in his ear:

- We can still fix it. Let's make peace, Fenris. If you join

me tell everyone that the first has forgiven and

will remain with us. When you see me transform me, who is going

to doubt my words?

- Never, Fenris said fiercely. I once believed in beautiful words,

I stopped cajoling and I became a murderer. I will not be complicit

of someone trying to convince me that it is good to be a werewolf.

Log's smile disappeared.

- Then you'll have to die. It will be the best for the clan. At the end of

out, you were always a foreigner.

The day of the full moon, Rasloc went to see him at sunset and,

hastily whispered that things were getting difficult,

but that he and Ronna had a plan to release it. He could not explain more

because the arrival of one of the warriors made him rush out of

the store, but Fenris felt better. At least I knew I had

not abandon friends.

Shortly before nightfall, Fenris was driven to the outskirts of

village. There, on a hill, majestically Log awaited arrival

of the night, dressed for the occasion and decorated with an imposing headdress

feather. The whole tribe was gathered there, but did not see Ronna Fenris

anywhere. By sheer rebellion, was discussed when tied to a

post they had planted at the foot of the hill, but it was useless.

Log raised his arms and gave a long speech, proclaiming the

First greatness as a father and creator of all. Fenris heard

speechless. How long mythical wolf that had become

a god? Log How long was your priest?

But what surprised him was how I heard the

tribesmen. "I believe," he thought bitterly. "They were

willing to believe him, because my version makes it a sacrilege, a traitor

and a fraud, and they do not even want to think that the shaman, the symbol of his

tribe, is such an individual. "

Log finished speaking and turned to the horizon. All followed

the direction of his gaze: the full moon began to emerge after the

mountains.

Fenris felt awakened the beast within, like so many other

times. While transformed, he saw the corner of his eye that the shaman

also began to morph between howls of pain, and heard

shout

- I am a wolf! I'm the real Fenris, the Lord of the Wolves!

And then there came the voice of Ronna whispering in his ear:

- Fear not going to leave here.

He began to untie the bonds, but Fenris was already half

transform and broke them in one sitting.

- Come on, 'he said hoarsely.

Log saw them leave and howled with rage. Fenris turned to him

just in time to see how the shaman, and almost completely

transformed, running toward them with a glint of madness in his eyes wild.

- You will die, elf! He growled.

Fenris had not accomplished entirely her own transformation;

always been somewhat slower than Novan, but had attributed it to

fact that the magician was a Lord of the Wolves. Now he found that,

probably all werewolves were faster in

werewolves transform the elves, if there was more

like him. Fenris's body was almost completely covered with

hair and his teeth were sharp, but it was still a full wolf;

however, for when Log leaped on them, the shaman was no longer

than a beast.

Fenris uttered a cry of warning, but two figures were filed

between him and the werewolf, who fell back as if struck by lightning.

Ronna and Rasloc.

The two had been planted to Fenris as a shield, and after a

first moment of panic, the elf praised his decision. Because they were

protected by the blessing of the First and Log, which seemed to have run

against an invisible force, began to change rapidly in

man again, as had happened to own Fenris in his first

Ronna encounter.

A new internal jolt made him howl in pain as his own

body was undergoing metamorphosis. He got on all fours and Ronna

jumped on his back.

- Add, Rasloc! -She urged.

The boy hesitated, glanced at his father, who ran to

them.

- No, I'm staying, I trust you, but this is my clan and my

people. Ronna not insist, the two fled, leaving behind the rest of

Tribe, who dared not intervene, Log, which as going away

Ronna, again recovering wolf traits.

The figure means transforming the shaman was the last I saw Fenris

before ending his own metamorphosis and lose consciousness to give

step the beast.

Woke up in a cave, and looking around him, he saw

Ronna asleep beside him. He tried not to wake her move, but the

Her dream was light and restless, and his eyes widened.

- Already awake murmured.

Fenris looked at her. She was very pale and haggard, and her hair was very

disheveled.

- What happened?

- Log-simplified escaped her. I rode on your back and run away

southward, ever southward. We have not slept all night.

Before dawn we seek refuge for you will become, and ... here

are.

Fenris paused, confused.

- We can not go back, she added. They'll kill you.

- But, what about you? You can not leave yours.

Ronna's face hardened.

- I do not want to live in a clan ruled by Log-said simply.

Fenris did not argue.

They rested a bit and continued their journey south, looking

more benign land. Days later came to a small grove

at the foot of the mountains and decided to settle there. There had been away

much of the village, but did not expect to find them log off. As

Fenris commented sarcastically, I wanted the shaman was losing him

seen again, and he certainly was not going back.

The couple lived quiet for a few months. Despite their escape,

Ronna still respected the wolves and the blessing of the first still

protected, so that Fenris could be transformed with the peace of mind

it would not hurt.

He spent time and Fenris started to think that I could recover the

lost happiness. But one day a group of people showed up at the

forest. They were members of the Wolf, and at first, the elf and his

companion did not dare to come out of hiding from the

spying, for fear that it was sent by Log. But they were almost

all women, elderly and children, and seemed exhausted and hungry. To the

Rasloc front of them was pale and much thinner than

remembered. Leaning on his arm hair walked an old woman

white. Forgetting all your precautions, Ronna cried at her:

- Mother! -And ran.

The two women in an embrace rundieron. The newcomers the

watched in silence. Fenris, uncomfortable, waited a little further,

not knowing whether it would be well received if approached. Ronna's mother,

called Rua, separated from her daughter to stare at the elf.

- You have to help us whispered. Log gone mad.

Went hunting and brought food for roasting at the stake. When

all were hot and filled, the newcomers told their

history.

After the Night of Transformation, as it should call

glorious moment when the Great Log Fenris had merged with the

First, to be renamed Fenlog, things had changed a lot in

the Wolf. The shaman was surrounded by a group of young people

idolized him and were completely convinced that he was the

reincarnation of ancestral