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rescue. Fortunately, they arrived on time.
- And ... Do you bit?
- No ... I'm not sure. They say he's hurt, but it's not serious.
Unfortunately, it was too late for the wolf. Fenris, you killed
a wolf and you attacked our shaman. Do you realize what that
mean?
- One moment, one moment. I did not kill that wolf. I was
dead.
He related what had happened the night before. He was also the
conversation he had long ago with the shaman and how
this had reproached him he wanted to gain his "gift" to himself.
As I was speaking, better understand the trap they had laid
Log.
- He did it on purpose to bite you! He knew these guys
were there and could defend him, because they were still
tribesmen and, standing between the two, I could not
kill him. In fact, it is quite possible that they were not there by chance,
He had called! They had said they were alert, because I
try to attack him!
- And did not you? Ronna replied somewhat sharply.
- Of course I did, Ronna! He almost shouted. I tried to explain
many times that I am a cruel and murderous beast full moon night!
The only thing that protects you from me is the blessing of the first, but Log wanted
I bit him to be like me, and so killed Shan, you know?
Broke ancient pact on purpose so that I could attack him. And
probably now has become a werewolf, a murderer!
Ronna listened horrified.
- How dare you talk like the shaman? He would never do anything
like!
Fenris wanted to respond, but she left the hut with eyes full
with tears.
In the following days, the elf learned many things thanks to
Rasloc young, who came to see him in secret and told how it was the
situation.
Not good for him, of course.
- Log says you have deceived us Rasloc said-and you're not one of the
our. He also says that, as a man has attacked and killed a
Wolf, you no longer belong to our clan. And it also shows that there
you are a real wolf, because, otherwise, you could not hurt him.
Says you're a creature of evil and strange powers, you can
take on the appearance of a wolf, without actually being one. And by
that you must die.
- What about the others ... you believe?
- Some do and some do not. I do not believe you, Fenris. I trust you. And
see how everything is resolved soon.
But despite Rasloc unconditional faith, Fenris knew the
shaman's words have much weight in the tribe and would not be as
easy to prove his innocence. The elf believed to be living a nightmare.
Again his werewolf condition snatched love and
confidence of others. But this time, he knew, was innocent.
Log had attacked because he was forced to.
One night, Ronna went back into the place where it was
held and looked him in the eyes with suppressed excitement.
- I believe you whispered.
It was a relief for him, but could not help asking:
- Why?
Ronna sat beside her. His gaze was now stone.
- Log has announced that the first spirit has appeared to
reveal which appointed him as his successor, and that will manifest
through his body at the next full moon.
Fenris felt her blood froze in my veins.
- Then I got he muttered. I bit, as he wanted. Has
become a werewolf.
Ronna looked.
- That's not important, Fenris. Do not you understand? If it becomes,
demonstrate to all that the first favors him and gives the reason. Everyone
believe his words. You will be executed as a traitor.
Fenris sighed. Again his world broke into pieces. Of
would again have to choose between escape or die like a rat executed as
a criminal. She looked at her companion's eyes.
- Never run out, right, Ronna? Maybe I should give up. Maybe
should let me die. When the whole world agrees to
wish my death, it is because my birth was probably a mistake.
He voice cracked. He had thought much about it since the death of
Novan, but never dared to say it out loud. He was a
creation werewolf, a monster. Novan had been right in
proclaim their father. It was like he wanted it or not.
- No, Ronna said flatly. You are not a mistake. You are a
extraordinary creature, Fenris, whatever you are. And if we have to choose between
Log life and yours, I choose yours.
Fenris wanted to hug her, but was handcuffed. She did it for him.
He remained a prisoner for the rest of the month, attending powerless
to preparations for the night of the full moon in which the First
Log manifest through.
The shaman himself was an afternoon to visit. As appeared in the
door, Fenris felt that familiar feeling of familiarity that had
Novan experimented with. Definitely Log was like him, had
become a werewolf. There was no turning back.
The shaman stared a moment and put his hand
unconsciously arm bandage, which concealed the wound certainly
Fenris had occurred to bite. Then he said:
- I feel like a new power through me inside. And it is magnificent.
I feel stronger than I ever have been. Tell me, why you would not
share this with me? Why I had to arrancártelo by force?
- Because it is a gift, Log Fenris replied huskily. You've
said many times. It is a curse. Think you control the beast,
but it's the opposite, it controls you.
Log eyes shone feverishly.
- I'm dying to know how it feels.
- You're crazy Fenris said, disgusted.
Log leaned next to him and whispered in his ear:
- We can still fix it. Let's make peace, Fenris. If you join
me tell everyone that the first has forgiven and
will remain with us. When you see me transform me, who is going
to doubt my words?
- Never, Fenris said fiercely. I once believed in beautiful words,
I stopped cajoling and I became a murderer. I will not be complicit
of someone trying to convince me that it is good to be a werewolf.
Log's smile disappeared.
- Then you'll have to die. It will be the best for the clan. At the end of
out, you were always a foreigner.
The day of the full moon, Rasloc went to see him at sunset and,
hastily whispered that things were getting difficult,
but that he and Ronna had a plan to release it. He could not explain more
because the arrival of one of the warriors made him rush out of
the store, but Fenris felt better. At least I knew I had
not abandon friends.
Shortly before nightfall, Fenris was driven to the outskirts of
village. There, on a hill, majestically Log awaited arrival
of the night, dressed for the occasion and decorated with an imposing headdress
feather. The whole tribe was gathered there, but did not see Ronna Fenris
anywhere. By sheer rebellion, was discussed when tied to a
post they had planted at the foot of the hill, but it was useless.
Log raised his arms and gave a long speech, proclaiming the
First greatness as a father and creator of all. Fenris heard
speechless. How long mythical wolf that had become
a god? Log How long was your priest?
But what surprised him was how I heard the
tribesmen. "I believe," he thought bitterly. "They were
willing to believe him, because my version makes it a sacrilege, a traitor
and a fraud, and they do not even want to think that the shaman, the symbol of his
tribe, is such an individual. "
Log finished speaking and turned to the horizon. All followed
the direction of his gaze: the full moon began to emerge after the
mountains.
Fenris felt awakened the beast within, like so many other
times. While transformed, he saw the corner of his eye that the shaman
also began to morph between howls of pain, and heard
shout
- I am a wolf! I'm the real Fenris, the Lord of the Wolves!
And then there came the voice of Ronna whispering in his ear:
- Fear not going to leave here.
He began to untie the bonds, but Fenris was already half
transform and broke them in one sitting.
- Come on, 'he said hoarsely.
Log saw them leave and howled with rage. Fenris turned to him
just in time to see how the shaman, and almost completely
transformed, running toward them with a glint of madness in his eyes wild.
- You will die, elf! He growled.
Fenris had not accomplished entirely her own transformation;
always been somewhat slower than Novan, but had attributed it to
fact that the magician was a Lord of the Wolves. Now he found that,
probably all werewolves were faster in
werewolves transform the elves, if there was more
like him. Fenris's body was almost completely covered with
hair and his teeth were sharp, but it was still a full wolf;
however, for when Log leaped on them, the shaman was no longer
than a beast.
Fenris uttered a cry of warning, but two figures were filed
between him and the werewolf, who fell back as if struck by lightning.
Ronna and Rasloc.
The two had been planted to Fenris as a shield, and after a
first moment of panic, the elf praised his decision. Because they were
protected by the blessing of the First and Log, which seemed to have run
against an invisible force, began to change rapidly in
man again, as had happened to own Fenris in his first
Ronna encounter.
A new internal jolt made him howl in pain as his own
body was undergoing metamorphosis. He got on all fours and Ronna
jumped on his back.
- Add, Rasloc! -She urged.
The boy hesitated, glanced at his father, who ran to
them.
- No, I'm staying, I trust you, but this is my clan and my
people. Ronna not insist, the two fled, leaving behind the rest of
Tribe, who dared not intervene, Log, which as going away
Ronna, again recovering wolf traits.
The figure means transforming the shaman was the last I saw Fenris
before ending his own metamorphosis and lose consciousness to give
step the beast.
Woke up in a cave, and looking around him, he saw
Ronna asleep beside him. He tried not to wake her move, but the
Her dream was light and restless, and his eyes widened.
- Already awake murmured.
Fenris looked at her. She was very pale and haggard, and her hair was very
disheveled.
- What happened?
- Log-simplified escaped her. I rode on your back and run away
southward, ever southward. We have not slept all night.
Before dawn we seek refuge for you will become, and ... here
are.
Fenris paused, confused.
- We can not go back, she added. They'll kill you.
- But, what about you? You can not leave yours.
Ronna's face hardened.
- I do not want to live in a clan ruled by Log-said simply.
Fenris did not argue.
They rested a bit and continued their journey south, looking
more benign land. Days later came to a small grove
at the foot of the mountains and decided to settle there. There had been away
much of the village, but did not expect to find them log off. As
Fenris commented sarcastically, I wanted the shaman was losing him
seen again, and he certainly was not going back.
The couple lived quiet for a few months. Despite their escape,
Ronna still respected the wolves and the blessing of the first still
protected, so that Fenris could be transformed with the peace of mind
it would not hurt.
He spent time and Fenris started to think that I could recover the
lost happiness. But one day a group of people showed up at the
forest. They were members of the Wolf, and at first, the elf and his
companion did not dare to come out of hiding from the
spying, for fear that it was sent by Log. But they were almost
all women, elderly and children, and seemed exhausted and hungry. To the
Rasloc front of them was pale and much thinner than
remembered. Leaning on his arm hair walked an old woman
white. Forgetting all your precautions, Ronna cried at her:
- Mother! -And ran.
The two women in an embrace rundieron. The newcomers the
watched in silence. Fenris, uncomfortable, waited a little further,
not knowing whether it would be well received if approached. Ronna's mother,
called Rua, separated from her daughter to stare at the elf.
- You have to help us whispered. Log gone mad.
Went hunting and brought food for roasting at the stake. When
all were hot and filled, the newcomers told their
history.
After the Night of Transformation, as it should call
glorious moment when the Great Log Fenris had merged with the
First, to be renamed Fenlog, things had changed a lot in
the Wolf. The shaman was surrounded by a group of young people
idolized him and were completely convinced that he was the
reincarnation of ancestral
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