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never knew

catch him there, in the place where he grew up.

The arrows of the soldiers were successful in the thigh and a

shoulder, and running through the forest had kept the wounds

open and bleeding despite the makeshift bandages and tourniquets

that had been applied. So I decided to stay a few days to heal and

recuperate.

Days later, before leaving for ever the Kingdom of the

Elves recalled his father's gift and opened the package curiously.

It was a silver dagger.

Ankris knew that silver was mortal to him, but only under his other

form. Nevertheless, picked carefully to examine,

wondering why his father would give him something, knowing it was the

any weapon that could kill him. Is it that he was saying to

so he should end his life?

But when I turned around, he realized that it was not. The message

his father were both finely intertwined letters, centuries ago,

had engraved on the handle of the dagger whoever had

tempered, the two letters were the initials of his first

Owner: A. H.

An-Halian.

He breathed deeply. So it was true. He had noble roots.

Was related to the Counts of the Oaks.

He smiled bitterly. Long ago, would have received the news with

joy. Now it was exactly the same, was an outlaw and not matter

name. In fact, I had thought seriously about getting another call

hereinafter shape. Knowing its origins and it did not help at all.

Except for one thing: with this gift, his father was not

suggesting that suicide. He had revealed his origin, giving

an object that was a family treasure.

She was saying that he accepted and recognized him as his son. Although

of the beast.

He sighed and smiled at heart for the first time in many

days. Carefully put the dagger and put in motion, limping,

as the sun set.

When he reached the edge of the forest, he turned to his fellow

herd. Wolves looked at him, uncertain. Ankris knew he could not

ask them to accompany you wherever you take your steps,

but even so, it was hard to say goodbye to those animals with

I had shared so much. He leaned with one of the males,

perhaps not the strongest but the most sensible, and whispered in her ear:

- Now you're the boss. Take care of them. Do not let him out of trouble.

The wolf looked at him and seemed to smile. Ankris stood up and yelled to the

moon.

And the wolves of his pack howled with him one last time.

When the elf walked without looking back, the wolves continued

howling, crying his departure, but did not follow. And so, in the light of the

stars, Ankris left the Kingdom of the Elves for good.

I did not know that, far from there, also another person had been in

up and went behind his steps. His pursuer was relentless and knew his

office, and, what was worse, he had no feelings and not stop until

meet its goal, which was none other than him dead.

Unaware of this fact, believing at last safe, Ankris

took his journey.

Chapter VIII Humans Land

INSIDE THE TAVERN was full of individuals of all

lackeys, classes and, yet, a high elf auburn hair and clothes

old could not help but attract attention. Everyone turned to look at him.

- What do you look here this eared? Someone murmured, his voice enough

high enough to be overheard by the newcomer.

Ankris sighed. It was starting to get used to that kind of

situations. Since land had landed in humans,

months ago, he had often suffered. Ignoring those who looked

brazenly walked to a table occupied by a group of

people, including a guy who was wearing a red robe.

That pledge reminded Mae Shi and felt a stab in the heart,

but he overcame and went anyway.

- Already Kaltar the magician? He asked, had studied the language of the

human Sentinels school, but had been in the past

times, dealing with them, when he had actually learned to speak it.

- Yes, 'said the tunic, watching him suspiciously. And who

are you?

- My name is not important. I need to talk to you.

- About what?

- I heard that you studied in the Tower.

- Yes. But that was long ago. So what?

Ankris conceal his joy. He had seen several magicians from

starting the Kingdom of the Elves, but all had been formed in other

Schools, and neither could tell I needed to know.

- Can we talk?

- No. Not even know you.

Ankris forced himself to be patient. I hated that city and

appreciated just humans, so distrustful, aggressive and

unpredictable. But I needed that information.

- All right, he said, shrugging his shoulders and sat next to them;

everyone, including Kaltar, he was regarded with antipathy.

- Can we know what you want?

- Like I said, talk. I need you to tell me how I can get

to the Tower.

- That's funny. Why would I do that?

- For pure and simple kindness. Or is that that word is

lands unknown in humans?

Kaltar I scowled, but one of his companions left

out a laugh.

- I like him this elf; has guts.

- For me, not the wizard growled. What do you want to get to the Tower?

- That is my business.

- Well, if you're a magician, they will not let you.

- I'll think about it when you arrive. I know it is in the Valley of the

Lobos. Which way is this valley?

- Far away, take long time if you are walking, or even

horse.

- I do not care, I have much free time, 'said the elf

a weary smile.

The magician stared. Ankris held his gaze.

- All right, man sighed finally. Do you have a map?

- Yes, but the valley is not in him.

- Let me see.

Ankris out on the table the map he had obtained weeks

back in the city market. Kaltar leaned over to

examination.

- Here is the Valley of the Wolves said, pointing to a distant point,

almost at the margin of the map, in the middle of a mountain range.

Ankris frowned.

- Where?

- Here. See? It's a lost and tiny, so remote that

no one would get in there on purpose. The only access is through a

gorge that leads nowhere else, and all that is there,

plus the Tower, is a village consisting of one street and four houses.

Ankris nodded thoughtfully as his amber eyes roamed the

map by calculating the distance between the city would in which

was tiny and remote that lost valley in the mountains.

- Seriously, what do you want to go there?

- For the Lady of the Tower.

The entire table burst out laughing.

- That woman is a myth, one of the parishioners laughed. Does not exist in

reality.

- Shut your mouth, cut Kaltar, seriously. The Lady of the Tower there

and it was my Master. No disrespect him or I'll see to lend a

Curse of the most unpleasant, I assure you.

Dumb and Ankris Joker smiled inwardly.

- Despite that he continued the magician, watching the elf nothing assures you

she will receive you.

- I have to try.

- For good luck, then. And say hello from me, if you see her.

- I will, promised Ankris.

He left the tavern, and the magician and his companions soon forgot.

However, days later somebody memory refreshed. A

man clothed in skins, strong and stony gaze constitution came into

the tavern and asked for an elf amber eyes and hair color

copper. Kaltar, who had a few drinks, took a while to remind the

young man who had asked for the Valley of the Wolves but, as soon as

did, the man of stone eyes did not cost anything get all the

information.

And, with a gleam of triumph in his eyes, left the tavern in

pursuit of prey.

Ankris had no money to buy a horse, so that

continued their journey on foot. He headed north, always north, by

forested and sparsely populated areas. He knew exactly how to survive in

the forest and also preferred not to mingle with people. Moreover, the

potion will end soon, and the forest was the perfect place to

find the ingredients needed to prepare more.

The first time I took sleeping pill made himself feared

until the last moment that something had gone wrong: he could have

wrong proportions, or an ingredient, or

temperature of the mixture. Therefore chose a very remote place, several

days away from any road, in case something went wrong, but,

Immediately after processing, fell asleep, and day

next woke up in the same place.

The following month, however, something happened.

He had chosen to hide a small cave beneath a

mountain. When he opened his eyes, just before dawn, sniffed the

presence of a stranger. He looked around, confused. The beast is not

had removed his body still, but his rational mind began to

wake with the first light of dawn that filtered under a

heavy blanket of gray clouds.

Before her she saw a girl who looked at him. The wolf in him growled and

wanted to move towards it, but was still under the influence of sleeping pills. The

elf, awakening, would smile.

Ankris felt transformed back into elf, and the beast

disappear until the next full moon. He sat up, a bit dazed, and

groped their clothes, in full moon nights took them off before

sunset, it always shattered when transformed.

He got back his shirt and looked around, and more

clear, but saw no one. He shrugged. Surely

had been a dream.

He continued his journey north, but found string

mountains that blocked his path. According to the map, there must be a

pass by, but for most that ran up and down, the foot of the

range, but found none. He retraced his steps and came to a farm

late afternoon, when the wind picked up and the gray clouds had

become dark clouds announcing storm.

Usually used to avoid all sorts Ankris inhabited places, but

now need to ask the way to follow. The woman who

opened the door stared at him as if he had seen a

ghost.

- Good afternoon Ankris said. I was wondering if ...

She slammed the door in his face.

The young man sighed. It was clear that in a place as remote as

that no one had seen an elf. He tried, anyway.

- Excuse me, 'said through the closed door, I'm lost and I

wondering if you could help.

Silence.

- I tried to cross the mountains, but have not found the passage

as indicated on my map.

Another silence. Ankris shrugged and turned to

leave. But then he heard a click behind him, the creaking of the door

that opened and a man's voice said:

- Last winter there was a collapse and the passage was closed. Not

you can cross out there, stranger.

Ankris turned to him. The farmer was huge, not higher than the

elf, but much more robust. She looked him up and down with a glow

strange look.

- You come from far away, I see.

- The Kingdom of the Elves, across the sea.

Lightning lit up the evening sky. Almost immediately, one

Thunder rumbled over the mountains.

- You better get in, 'said the farmer. He'll drop a good one.

- Do not want to bother. Just need to know how to cross the mountains.

- Are you going to continue your journey in the storm?

"Not the first time," thought the elf, but something in the look of

Farmer said he would not like to refuse, so that with a

words of thanks, entered the house.

Then it began to rain heavily. As the woman

preparing a soup sullenly, the farmer and his guest sat

around the table, under the watchful eye of a boy's

watched from a corner.

- So you're an elf?

- Yes, that's what I am.

- I've never seen anyone like you. You're weird.

- Me, on the other hand seem strange humans. I guess

depends on the viewpoint of each.

The farmer looked at him in silence.

- I suppose, finally said, then added, changing

topic-: There is a road that crosses the mountains. It's just a way to

goats, but it can