The Elf, Drakent Arrow [top 100 books of all time checklist .txt] 📗

into a man again: the

arrowhead is too close to the heart and human body

not survive the wound. Under your wolf form could hold the arrow

stuck in your body ... if it had the silver tip. In one way or

another going to die, Novan.

The wolf growled and tried to pull the arrow with his teeth. Era

evident that he was suffering a lot. Mad with grief and hatred, Novan is

Ankris finally returned to.

- Sea, elf said. But I'll take you to hell with me.

Ankris not have time to react. Novan jumped on him and knocked him to

ground as he tried, again, to sink his teeth into her neck. The

elf turned and Novan jaw closed over her shoulder.

Ankris screamed.

Novan eyes showing insane brilliance. The werewolf would

die, yes, but die killing.

Ankris tried to get rid of him. Suddenly, his hand grazed something that was

fallen on the grass. Something cold and sharp.

The silver dagger from his father.

Ankris smiled.

- Wait for me in hell, magician whispered, and buried the blade of the knife in

the body of the werewolf.

Novan a howl that sounded like a scream. Ankris him away from

other in a push and moved away, crawling as he could by the

ground as Novan was up.

He failed.

The werewolf's eyes sought the elf's amber gaze.

- Ca ... jet only whispered.

And life faded from his face.

Trembling, Ankris stared a moment, feeling in his

Inside a confusing mixture of feelings: hate, joy, mercy,

resentment, peace, fear and a deep sadness.

Then slowly approached the body to regain Novan

dagger. Death had returned to human form and seemed now

fragile and harmless man. Ankris reached for the dagger, but

thought better of it and withdrew.

- You may not think I was going to use the knife for this, Father

He murmured, but now I know that this is the real reason was

end up in my hands.

He paused, confused. He himself quite understand the strange

thought. But, for some reason, I felt that this dagger was

belonged to their ancestors had done its work, and must, by

therefore be buried beside the body of a werewolf that was destined

to kill.

Now hated that cabin, but was badly injured and

needed to regain strength, so he stayed there for a few days.

I meant to think about his future and the direction they would follow their

steps now that I had nowhere to go, but his mind remained in

be left blank. So, spent hours lying on the mattress,

looking at the sky through the window, thinking of nothing.

After a while he felt better and was able to get up and go hunting for

morning. At night, went for a walk through the woods and meditate

about what to do next. Novan's cabin was no longer safe.

After the death of the wizard, the spell had faded protecting the

home of the strange looks and now anyone could find. But

if he left, where would could go? An idea began to germinate in

mind, and how many more I thought, the more it seemed that this was the

only solution.

One night during one of his walks, he felt he was being followed and

listened. Whoever the person who was behind him, was,

then very quiet and, for a moment, Ankris wondered if there would be a

elf. He hid in the bushes and waited, holding his breath and his

bow ready. He missed the dagger he had buried with Novan and

get one set as he could, a dagger of truth,

no silver jewel. In any case, his eyes looked perfectly at the

darkness and bow handling was still excellent.

He waited, but the person who followed his steps did not appear. Intrigued,

Ankris was beginning to wonder if he would have imagined, when

someone jumped toward him from the darkness and threw it down. Both

rolled to the ground, as the elf, panting, trying to rid your

attacker. A hand gripped his throat, threatening to strangle,

while the other stood over him holding something sharp with

safety and precision of a professional. The blade of a knife flashed under the

moonlight.

Hunter had found. And this time, it would not appear Novan

of nowhere to save him at the last moment.

Fortunately, although the Hunter was much stronger than Ankris,

this, as elf, was faster and had better reflexes. He saw the

crossbow hanging from the side of the Hunter and reached toward her, almost

at the same time the mercenary was to download the dagger on

elf's heart, he planted the crossbow Ankris in the chest.

- Let go of me gasped, barely-o shot.

Stone's eyes flashed a moment Hunter.

He withdrew his hand elf's neck, but not the blade of the dagger, still

touching his chest.

- Looks like we're in a dead end, 'said Hunter.

- Apparently. Who hired you?

- That's not your business.

- I want to know the name of the person who wants me dead.

- Given your status beast, I'd say around the world.

Ankris deep breath, but said nothing.

- No matter the name, the Hunter elf continued, 'for you

die anyway. No dam has ever escaped me.

- Try and shoot Ankris growled. At this distance I can not fail.

- Neither do the Hunter smiled.

Quick as thought, lay aside and downloaded the dagger

on Ankris, but this time reacted and managed to avoid it and tighten the

crossbow trigger simultaneously. The arrow was tipped on the shoulder of

Hunter, who stepped back and tore it from his body without a single complaint.

But when he went to cast on the elf, he discovered that this, with

surprisingly quickly, had recovered and had his bow and an arrow

prepared and pointing to his heart.

- Do not want to kill me, elf. Otherwise, you would have fired that

arrow.

- Do not push Ankris growled, 'because, if you insist on irritated,

could remember in detail how I chased like a dog by

the forest and attacked me without a word. And not a memory

nice, believe me.

- What will you do with me?

- Kneel.

- What? To you?? Never.

- Throw the knife away from you and kneel on the floor, hands

behind the head.

Hunter's eyes flashed, but eventually complied.

Ankris moved toward him, still holding the bent bow, and walked around to

placed on his back.

- How does it feel when you stop being a predator and you become

in a dam? The elf said softly.

- Do not know what to play, elf. I know you will not kill me.

- Oh, really? Are you sure you know how the

mind of an elf?

- What is it you want?

- Swear that you'll never chase.

- Never fail to comply with a contract.

- What if I hire you to kill the person who ordered

kill me?

- You take me for? That does not change the fact that there is a

previous contract. I have to kill you anyway.

- In case you have not noticed, you have an arrow pointing to your head.

- Go ahead, kill me. I will not humiliate me more.

Ankris squinted.

- You asked for it said.

But not shoot, but Hunter hit his head with a

stone. When the man fell to the ground, unconscious, Ankris

deep breath and walked over to his bag to register. He pulled her a

rolled parchment. He opened it, but did not read it.

He did not need. A brief look at the letterhead had told him that

needed to know.

The shield of the Duchy of Rio topped the document.

Again, Shi-Mae.

He wanted to break the parchment into pieces, but had no strength.

Neither wanted to take it with you. Put it back in the haversack

Hunter.

Knowing he did not have long, rifled through the belongings

of his enemy and kept his dagger with his crossbow and with all his

arrows, except the silver tip. I had seen-and suffered-enough

silver for the rest of his life.

Then, tied hand and foot to the Hunter and turned to

leave.

He hesitated a moment. Good sense told him to kill him. But

was tired of his life was stained with blood and death without

sense. He did not want to kill anyone else, not even the man who had

so relentlessly persecuted. And besides, maybe he did not dare

follow him to the place he planned to visit.

On the other hand, maybe the Hunter had a chance to rid the

world of other beings as Novan.

This argument convince finished. And so he forsook Ankris

Hunter, handcuffed, in the woods and prepared to resume

your trip.

At first he had thought a few more days rest

before continuing the march, but the arrival of Hunter had made

change his mind: he had to leave immediately. No doubt that the Hunter

would follow, but this time Ankris could get several days of

advantage. On the other hand, the elf knew very well how to move forward without a trace

behind. If the hunter had found the first time, it was because

Ankris did not know I was following and therefore had not

concerned about covering his tracks.

Then there was the fact that few men would be able to

follow him to wherever target thought.

Did not take long to prepare. He picked up some useful things from the

Novan hut and set off at sunset.

As he walked away in the gloom, past the cabin

had shared with the magician, Ankris felt something died inside

with him. Novan's death transformed him inside and had

Indeed rethink many things, but so had affected

deeply see with their own eyes the Hunter's contract, which was the

symbol of the rejection of his own people and the hatred of the girl he

had loved.

But he realized, not without surprise, that there had been

sorrow as the shield Shi-Mae at the parchment. Only had

felt terribly tired, eager to forget all that and start

a new life elsewhere, without looking back. And he remembered what

Novan said: "Until we are able to look back without pain,

never forjarás a new identity and a different fate. "

Had the time come? As I walked towards the north,

to his final exile, Ankris himself said so. No longer

Mae Shi-longed to no longer felt that anguish in the heart to think

in it. Too much had happened since then, and he was no longer

scared boy who had left the Kingdom of the Elves,

trusting in the background, in order to return some day.

Now had seen human passions, had experienced

fear of death, had lost his last hope, had explored its

wild side and killed the closest thing to a friend who had had

ever. Nothing would be the same.

And now he knew that the Hunter was right: never walk again

among the elves.

And he also knew that the young Ankris, the boy who had loved

Shi-Mae, was dead forever.

For several months he headed north. It became the

full moon, but that did not matter, since there was

assumed that he could do nothing against it. However, as the

climate was becoming harder and more arid land, the elf felt more

again refreshed. Would soon come to the wastelands, a place

wild and unexplored where civilization had not yet reached a

place where only some animals managed accustomed to extreme cold

survive. They planned to spend the rest of his life, as elf or a wolf,

but without ever killing anyone.

There was no further word from Hunter. Presumably not

had managed to track him.

Finally, when he crossed the ridge that separated the lands inhabited

the frozen wasteland where he planned to live, he felt free for the first time

in a while. It was true that the landscape does not look anything like the

beautiful and lush forest in which he had grown up, but that does not

care. The loneliness and aridity of the wastelands fit to the

perfectly with your mood.

It was very hard to survive the first few days. He had brought clothing

coat, but that was not enough to protect your body from the bitter cold.

Moreover, the few animals that lived in the wastelands had the

white fur, which made it difficult to distinguish between snow when

hunt, even for the watchful eye of an elf.

At night he slept in a cave at the foot of the mountain. First

moonlit night killed a great white bear, and fortunately, the awakening

as elf next morning, he discovered that the remains were still there.

Layer was made with the animal's skin and still had some left over to cover

part of the floor of the cave and make it more habitable.

Gradually he learned to survive there. At first I ate

much, but the full moon the beast, hungry, never failed

to hunt something, and the elf finally able to hunt too.

I had become accustomed to their new, austere life when a

full moon night something happened.

The beast roamed the west of the mountains when