The Elf by Drakent Arrow (e book reader free .TXT) 📖

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Prologue: Full Moon

RIPPED ONE NIGHT HOWL and as an agonized lament, is

full moon rose into the starry sky presiding. A howl

shocking, that seemed full of sadness, fear, pain and hatred.

The stranger stopped to hear him and listened intently, as if

could understand his message. It sounded very close, but this does not

seemed to scare him. When the voice of the creature became extinct, the man

smiled slightly and lifted the lantern high, went out of his way to

go to him.

I knew it was an intruder in that wild land, but had

crossed the mountains without paying attention to the warnings that brought

the howling of wolves.

That, however, was different, and the stranger knew. And while

the dark regret not repeated, this also seemed

care.

He sensed the presence of the creature lurking in the shadows, but

nothing in his actions showed that he had detected. And when,

finally, the wolf jumped on him with a snarl of triumph and eyes

burning like coals abroad reacted calmly,

speed and accuracy, raising his hands and saying a few words in

arcane language, closed to most mortals.

There was a flash of light and a yelp of pain, and the huge wolf was

thrown back and fell to the ground. Even tried to sit up and stood up

man, growling menacingly. But the download was repeated, and the

wolf howled in pain and collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

The stranger stood still for a moment, watching

the creature with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. When, finally,

steps approached, the flickering light of the lamp did not light body

a beast, but that of a young slender, brown hair matted

copper. He lay face down on the grass, naked, but the stranger

could see his face. He nodded, as if he had expected, but furrowed

frown to see that the figure was not human: the features of his face

were too delicate, her eyes were large and almond and

ears, protruding between the copper strands of her hair, had just

pointed. Although wild and disheveled appearance, did not look or shadow

beard.

The stranger took off his coat and wrapped it around her naked body

elf.

Then sat down to wait.

When the elf opened his eyes, a cheerful and warm fire crackled

beside him. He reacted quickly, squatted and gave a sullen

look at his companion, quietly watching him from the

depths of the hood of his gray tunic. The elf growled and prepared to

jump on it, but abroad calmly pointed to the sky. The other looked at

the direction indicated and saw only the full moon, white, round, perfect.

Instinctively, he groaned and covered his face with his arms, trying to

protect its soft glow. However, suddenly stopped and

contemplated his hairless arms, his hands were claws, fingers,

thin and long.

The stranger smiled at him looking in disbelief, the full moon and their own

hands over and over again.

- You see, the spell will not last long, he said softly, startling

the elf, who turned to look at him cautiously. You will soon

back to being a wolf, so I hope we have time to keep ...

one civilized talk.

The elf looked at him a long time, trying to understand what was

happening.

- Who are you? Finally asked.

- I've attacked in the dark and I have returned your form Elven

Replied the other curtly. I think for me to do

questions: Who are you?

The elf looked up. The fire was reflected in her large eyes

Amber, who had nothing human. Although he could not see the face of

abroad, I knew I was holding her gaze. Finally, down from

head back and let out a little sigh.

- They call me Fenris said, his voice was pleasant and melodious like

all elves, but there was some wild and menacing. And I'm

a lycanthrope.

- I had noticed, observed the stranger. I did not know that elves

guys could have lycanthropy.

- I've returned my true form Fenris replied. Have you ever broken the

curse?

- I'm afraid not. As I said, it is a spell

limited duration. Only temporarily protect you from the effects of the

full moon. Three hours, probably, though by then there will be

about to dawn.

- You're a wizard, he realized the elf.

The man nodded.

- And I think I can help.

In looking at Fenris appeared a gleam of mistrust.

- I met other magicians. No one could help me. Also

nobody gives anything for nothing.

- You're right about the wizard admitted. I have an offer that

make, and I suspect you'll be interested, as both can go

benefit. But first I need to check that you really are the type of

I am looking.

Now was Fenris who remained silent, but his eyes sullen

and suspicious was eloquent enough.

- I need to know who you are, where you come from and how you got

far.

The elf gave a dry laugh that sounded almost like a

bark. The wizard smiled.

- Or do you want to undo the spell so you can return to

hanging around here like a hungry wolf? Not far away, near the river, there

a farm where two children live healthy and plump. Have you navigated toward it

when you jumped on me to devour?

Fenris paled and shuddered violently.

- I sense you'd rather talk, 'said the magician satisfied.

However, the elf said nothing.

- I know you killed your eyes before insisted the young elf

wizard. Innocent Blood, right? You can not control the wolf

full moon and horrifies you become a beast, but you have

value to end your life. I I can rescue you from all this.

Fenris shot him a look of dislike and wrapped in

layer, then realized that it was the magician cloak, and

that this was the only garment that covered him. However, that did not seem

care.

- But we were talking about your past, dear friend 'continued the

wizard. You were going to tell me how you got here.

- Who wants to know? A man who hides his face? Replied the

elf grumpy.

The magician laughed softly and pulled the hood. The flames lit

the features of a middle-aged man, however, seemed

consumed prematurely. Her gray hair fell on either side of his

dry face thin lips, straight nose and dark eyes, encouraged by a

strange feverish glow.

- Satisfied ..., Fenris? Smiled the wizard. An odd name for a

elf.

- Long time no one calls me by my real name

The elf murmured, looking at the fire thoughtfully. The name I

put my parents when I was born, makes one hundred forty-four years.

A wolf howled in the distance, but neither of them paid any attention.

Immersed in the memories of the past, Fenris the elf began to relate his

history.

Chapter I The Attack

 THE SOUND OF A HORN spread over the tops of the

trees and rose to the majestic full moon shone in the sky

night. The Sentinels were quick to put in place and

loaded bows. South El Paso, one of the few entrances to the Kingdom of

Elves, was under attack.

It was not easy to enter the land of the elves, surrounded by what

called the Ring, a circle of lush and intricate forest, almost

impregnable, which protected it from outsiders. The Sentinels, managers

vegetable monitor border that were wild half that elf

move more comfortably in the depths of the forest than in the

Heart álficas elegant cities of their land. While other elves

the wild and unrefined considered to be of elves, knew

also that no one knew the ring like them, and they could know

that his kingdom would be safe while the watchful eyes of the

Sentinels encompass everything.

That night, the danger was very real. Were times of

scarcity, and the lands surrounding the Kingdom of the Elves had

withered. Many animals had come to take refuge in the leafy

forest-border, retaining its freshness and exuberance through

care of sorcerers and druids, and all had been well

welcome. However, the Sentinels had orders not to let

no human, unless you bring a pass signed by King

of the Elves.

But they were not quite human, nor animal exactly,

which that night tried to storm the South Pass, a gorge

I opened a gap in the ring and took up a trail that led

the heart of the Kingdom. It was defended by a rampart composed of two

strong but elegant towers, among which was a locked gate

jealously guarded the Sentinels. Eilai, a young Sentinel

amber eyes and long honey-colored hair, scanning the horizon from the

battlements, with his bow ready. A dozen dark shadows running

towards them, barking and howling.

- Do not you ever give up? Muttered irritably.

Beside him Anthor frowned.

- Werewolves! Spat with disgust. I hate them.

The werewolves were people who could transform into animals,

but in most cases the word referred to werewolves.

It was an anomaly that was not between the elves, and those who

despised humans considering them inferior to them, not used

use the term "werewolf", since they found

certainly insulting to the wolves.

Eilai not respond. These creatures had some time trying to

enter the Kingdom of the Elves. The previous month had split and had

tried to enter the ring for several fronts and separately, since

not allow the intricate forest they entered all at once. The

Sentinels lords and masters of the Ring, had repelled the attack but

those beings were hard to kill, and now, a month later, they returned to

load using the opposite strategy: a frontal attack on one of

the main entrances of the kingdom.

The attackers approached. Anthor and drew their bows still Eilai

more but not fire until the captain gave the order. Then a

shower of arrows fell upon the assailants, a group of huge wolves

and were about to charge at the door. All arrows were in

white, but the creatures not noticed more than if it were

simple mosquito bites.

- At the heart! -Captain heard screaming. It is the only way to

kill them!

- It is not only someone murmured softly. Eilai understood by

what it said. The werewolves were physically very strong, and the great

regenerative capacity of the body made it almost invulnerable, by

so the only way to stop them was hit directly in the

heart, producing them a wound from which they could not recover. Without

But the legend also stated that silver was deadly for those

beings. But it was true or not, equip weapons sheet Sentinels

Silver was spending too high that the King was not willing to

assume.

Signal rang again, and the Sentinels fired again. Only

werewolf fell, killed by an arrow that pierced his heart, and

quickly began to transform into a human.

- So we will not stop Anthor said, loading the bow again.

We can not hit them in the heart from above.

- We should be back to defend the door Eilai said, shooting

when the signal sounded again.

The sound of broken chips in his favor. The werewolves had

come to the door and charged at her. His enormous claws

wood scratched furiously and had managed to open a couple of gaps.

- Yes Anthor said. Not