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had caught his attention. Could it have been one that Fenris

licántropos early? They came? Werewolves, in their origin,

animals had become human, and not vice versa? What

time the animal kind and protective of the legends had

transformed into a murderous beast? Why?

In any case, even if it were only a legend, had

something about her that soothed him immensely. Fenris had not been a

murderer. He and his tribe, the Wolf, had lived in peace.

And, secondly, that myth also explained why trying to

Ronna attack elf had become again. Could have been

Fenris protective hand, lost brother, who had saved

girl's life at that time?

He felt a flicker of hope fueled his heart for the first

once in a while. If that were true, could not hurt to those

people. Perhaps I could even find a gap between them, if

accepted as one. Because, even though his mother had

educated to be endured loneliness, this had heavy as a

slab from Novan death.

Looking from Ronna and Log, the elf told yes

same, hesitant, and said the word he used those people to

refer to members of his tribe. He did shyly, expecting a

refusal on his part, since he was well aware of the elven features

that made him so different from them.

Log did not smile, but his face shone with joy Ronna.

Impulsively, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him like a

brother, and the elf felt his heart, frozen for a long

time again to beat the heat of it.

They had a sort of rite of acceptance into the tribe. He was dressed

with one of his skins suits, more tailored to the rough mantle

he had done it himself, grabbed her hair with a band

leather, style clan, and decorated her face with tribal paintings.

Then solemnly, publicly gave him his new name, and

Fenris definitely renamed. They danced all night around the

Fenris fire and participated in this savage joy. When at last,

exhausted, he fell on the floor to see how they danced the

others, Ronna went with him and sat beside him. He was soon asleep, with

a smile on his lips, his head resting on his shoulder and his elf

arms around her waist.

It took a while to know the customs of the Wolf, but what

encouraged by the fact that they accepted it immediately as one.

Some regarded him with suspicion at first, but all attended his

processing the next full moon, and as none had another

doubts about your relationship with your totem animal.

Something must be true legend of the Wolf, as

that the beast did not attack any of them.

A new life began then to Fenris. He struggled to

learn the language of their new friends and adopted their customs.

Men and women went hunting together and brought food for the whole tribe.

When women became pregnant, remained in the

populated until the children did not need much attention and could

remain in the care of the elders of the tribe.

Therefore, Ronna also joined hunting parties, and almost

always chose the group that was Fenris. The elf was accepted

as natural, just like the rest of the tribe. It was she who

had found and taken him to the village, with his brothers

lost, and so it was logical that the two had a link

Special. Both older brothers as the mother of the girl

Fenris accepted with joy and proud that the newcomer

join his family as a member.

They were happy days for the elf-wolf. We finally felt loved and

accepted not only by one person, but by a group. Still no

to maintain control of his actions the night of the full moon, but the

least I knew it would not hurt to those around him. On such occasions,

Ronna went hunting with him, mounted on its back, and the two together

roamed the valleys and gorges ice cream. Both the beast as the elf

sincerely appreciated the girl, and she only allowed the wolf mount

on its back the full moon.

When Fenris was able to speak with some fluency the language of their

new friends, Log remained an important conversation.

It was not really a sorcerer or at least not in the strict sense

of the word. Nor was a sorcerer. Members of the tribe was called

shaman, and his power was related to the spirit world. Era

able to recognize the true nature of a person with only

look carefully at the eyes and sometimes, when he went into trance,

his spirit went out of his body to merge with nature. Ronna

explained that the great shamans could introduce their own conscience

in the body of an animal, and so see and hear through them. No one knew if the

shaman of the Wolf had done something similar, because

kept secret what he learned when his spirit was leaving his

body during trance.

In other circumstances, would have been skeptical Fenris. But

day of his arrival had seen the wolf discovered crouching Log in

inside just by looking into his eyes, and so went to his appointment restless and

cautious.

They sat on the floor of the log cabin next to the brazier,

emitting a sweet, aromatic odor. They talked about trivial things up

the shaman asked:

- How does it feel when you become a wolf?

- Pain Fenris replied immediately. Pain and fear.

- Do not you feel better, more powerful, stronger?

- That's after. But my mind is asleep and can not appreciate it.

When I turn, I can only think like a killer beast.

The shaman nodded, but Fenris gave the impression that he had not

understood.

- You do not realize that the blessing of Fenris, the

First, it protects you. But no one is safe with me nights

full moon.

- Where do you get your power? Were you born with it?

- There is a power, but a curse-corrected Fenris.

- Nothing that we get so close to our brothers the wolves can

be a curse Log said, looking at him sternly grim.

I want to know why the gods have appointed this power to you, a

abroad, while we, faithful servants of the wolves, not

we can be like them.

Fenris should have detected the strange fire that fueled the eyes

the shaman to utter these words, but he was too

correctly expressed concerned. Long after

warn the true meaning of those questions, but then it

be too late.

He spoke of lycanthropy, and explained that in the place they came

was considered a curse or a disease, not a gift. He told

how, in his case, had said upon reaching adolescence. You

spoke of the murders, the rejection of their peers, of hatred and

fear, of his long journey in search of a home. When he finished

speaking, a heavy silence ensued. Then stared Log and

solemnly declared:

- Your days of grief are over, friend, and also your long journey. By

You've finally found your family.

Fenris had long felt as a member of the tribe, but hearing it

tell the shaman, the most respected man clan, made her feel

much better.

When going out, however, asked Log:

- How do you become a werewolf? You say you were born this way. Do

your parents were too?

Fenris would reply, "No, my mother was bitten by a werewolf

when I was pregnant, "but that Novan reminded him, and they were

pleasant memories.

- I do not like talking about it-he said softly. I think not yet

I'm ready.

The shaman's eyes flashed briefly, but was limited to

say:

- I understand. That wolves keep your way, brother, and

Fenris blessing, the First, with you.

Time passed. Weeks, months, years. Fenris was adapted

perfectly to the rhythm of life of the tribe. Eventually became Ronna

his companion. Fenris never asked if it was okay for a elf

emparejase with a human, it was no longer considered an elf, but a

member of the Wolf. Together, Ronna Fenris and explored their

icy world, out hunting, roamed valleys, mountains and gorges

his daring expeditions, climbing rushing torrents in

spring and winter across frozen lakes. On nights

Full Moon was frequently seen in the distance, high on a promontory, the

figure, silhouetted against the moon, a human woman mounted on the

back of a huge wolf.

- You are a strange, Ronna told one day. Still like

first time I saw you, you have not changed anything.

- Of course I've changed, 'he said. I have become stronger and more

resistant. And I'm not the person I was. Now I am one of you.

- I do not mean that. Still as young. You have not aged.

Fenris looked at her, and realized for the first time that the girl

I had met was a mature woman, and wondered, amazed,

how many years had passed without noticing. He opened his mouth to say

something, but no words came out.

- Why did not you tell me, Fenris? She asked. Why not me

you said you're immortal?

- I am immortal, Ronna. You've been hurt myself over

Once, after a hunt. I also grow old and die. Just ...

it may take longer.

- Is it because you're half wolf?

- No, it's because I'm an elf.

He had spoken of the elves long time ago when you Ronna

had wondered about his strange appearance. But he had not

mentioned the extraordinary longevity of the elven race, for which the

human lives were barely a whisper.

- How much time?

Fenris hesitated, not daring to confess the truth.

- How much time, Fenris? She insisted.

- The oldest living elves can live for a thousand years, 'he said

finally, uncomfortable.

A shadow of pain crossed his face Ronna. Her eyes filled

with tears.

- Why did not you tell me? Wailed.

- Ronna, I ...

He wanted to approach her, but she shook her head, gave the

back and ran. Fenris was after her, but soon lost sight of.

He searched every place where he thought it might be, and

finally found her sitting by the river, in a heap, his face buried

between the arms. He approached her cautiously, afraid to scare her, but

Ronna not move. Fenris sat beside her and put shyly

arms.

- Ronna, sorry.

She looked at him. She was not crying, but her eyes were red.

- This is why we do not have kids, do you? Said.

The question caught him completely by surprise. I never

thought. Never had raised the idea of ​​having children, was too

young.

But clearly Ronna was not no girl. He looked for

again, wondering again how he could spend so much time to

it without him noticing. All women of the tribe, age,

already had one or two children.

- I never had raised-confessed.

- If that's why Ronna said, 'if it's because you're an elf and I'm a

human, then we can never have a family.

- Do not know, Ronna. I've never heard of half human beings and

half elves. It may be true that our two races are incompatible.

I never thought of.

- How old are you?

Fenris said. Ronna's eyes filled with tears.

- You look so young ... You look much younger than me. If this continues

well, soon stop doing good match.

- I do not care.

Ronna looked him in the eyes, very serious.

- Will you think like thirty years from now, when I'm an old lady and

you keep being young? Will I'll look like? Or your eyes will turn to

younger women and more beautiful?

Fenris felt his heart was breaking to hear her say that. He picked

Ronna gently down her chin, looked into her eyes and said:

- You'll always be beautiful, Ronna.

- You say that now. Oh, Fenris, what have you done? Why not me

you tell me? I wish you were an elf! I wish I had not found that day

in the mountains!

Fenris recoiled as if slapped. He sought

her gaze and saw hatred in his eyes, as he had feared, but a

deep sadness and above all, love, love.

She later apologized for his words and did not speak again of

issue, but nothing was ever the same. Although the Wolf in the

elders were honored and respected, Ronna developed a terrible panic

to age. Fenris often discovered contemplating his face in the

water with an expression of deep sadness. One afternoon when

bowed the two together to drink, saw his reflection in the water: hair

Ronna and showed dark gray streaks and her eyes looked sad

and tired, surrounded by wrinkles. His figure, despite not having

children, no longer as before.

Beside him, the elf appeared very young. Wicked young

understood immediately. He quickly put his hand in the water to

undo the image, but Ronna had already seen and the sparkle in his eyes

weakened a bit more.

Fenris did not know what to do to resolve the situation. Not

matter what I did to try to show that he cared, because she

still felt miserable. Their raids full moon nights

were increasingly scarce. Ronna and had no desire to