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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.
Chapter IX The HunterAnkris 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 ...
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