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years have passed since then and I am still a beast

killer. Rondo almost always uninhabited places, but I can not

prevent the beast take full moon night to find prey

human.

The stranger laughed softly from the depths of his

hood.

- What's so funny? Elf growled, frowning.

- You, dear friend.

- I told you I'm not your friend. You know the reasons why

I do not trust you, the wise men.

- It also has its charms, Fenris. Because ... see ... is that you

're one of us.

Fenris shook his head.

- What nonsense. I've been around most of my life magicians. I

would have said.

- You devoted almost all your energy to fight the beast that

in you and you have not allowed the gift to develop within. But what

you, I have no doubt. I am convinced that this guy gave Novan

account as well. If not tell you was because I wanted to have you controlled. But

if all you've told me is true, there was someone who revealed

indirectly and you did not understand his words.

Fenris mused silently. Finally he said, including:

- The Lady in the Tower.

- The Lady in the Tower, 'said the magician, and his voice was like the

menacing hiss of a snake. I said there were two reasons why

which were special. You are invited to come to your school, where you will definitely

would have become apprentice under his tutelage.

- No. No, that's not true. I'm not a magician. If capable of

work wonders they have seen done by your kind, my life would have been

completely different.

- Do you think you have not done wonders? You came secretly in the

Golden Wood School. No one who did not have a natural talent for

have survived the magic spell that protects that place. Furthermore,

the night he killed the Hunter were able to play two

pronounce spells that you heard long ago. One was

which kept her awake your mind elf during transformation. The

another ... a healing spell so advanced that saved your life and your

companion. And believe me, Fenris, anyone could learn the words of

a spell, but the real wizards only be able to make

come alive.

- I do not care, 'said the elf finally. Not to be a magician. The

Wizards bring no good.

- Really? Do not you want to learn magic ... and stop being a

werewolf?

- That's not possible. I know that I can awaken my rational consciousness,

but still could not control the beast.

- I do not speak your mind but your body. Transform stop.

As you know, because you once said, there are spells

anti-lycanthropy, but to work well it is necessary to run

in a place of great power.

- But there is no such site. The Archmage said that even the School

Dorado Forest ...

- Oh, yes, there, dear friend, is no longer a very

nice and it is not easy to get to him. But it was a

famous School of High Sorcery, and the magic that fed still there

yet.

Fenris stared at him, beginning to understand.

- Do you mean ...?

- The Tower, 'said the wizard.

- But it is a cursed place and abandoned. It has its own

guardians, powerful guardians whose strength is fueled by hate

of a curse that makes them invulnerable. I know because I've seen and I

heard his message.

- Yes, but those guards are delighted wolves, and I am convinced

that, with your help, it would be possible to get there. This is the deal you

propose: you take me to the Tower and agree to keep it

safe from the wolves. And I, in return, you adiestraré in magic and the power

de la Torre, will strengthen the anti-lycanthropy spell to not again

transform the full moon while you're there.

- Sounds too perfect Fenris muttered. Where is the catch?

- There is not. I will not hide it: I do all this only because

my favor. But on to you, and that's what makes this

pacts such work. If I somehow betray you, you, you

have power over the wolves, would have them unclean me. If you

traicionases me, I would remove the anti-lycanthropy spell and come back to

become a wolf when the moon is full.

- What will happen when I myself learn how to do the spell?

The wizard smiled.

- What makes you think I'm going to teach?

- I understand. I'd have in your possession.

- But I'd be at your mercy if you really can control

those wolves. I also know what betrayal and, believe me, I do not like

trust my fate to such abstract things as friendship, honor or

mercy. I'd rather know that both fulfill the agreement because

each of us holds the noose around the neck of another. If one strip,

we're both dead.

- I would be trapped in the Tower.

- But do not come back to kill anyone.

Fenris paused, confused. After a moment he raised his head

to look at the wizard:

- Why do you want to go to the Tower?

- I studied there long ago. After the death of Aonia, there is

no one to collect his legacy. I intend to retrieve all that there is

Tower stores and convert again in a School of High Sorcery

active to welcome young talents like you, my dear friend.

- I told you I'm not your friend.

- I know. It's just a manner of speaking.

- But that place is cursed. Wolves do not allow anyone to

approach.

- That's why I need you. And you need me. See?

It's what I like about the whole thing.

- How can I trust you?

- Who said anything about trust? I have proposed a deal that we

benefits both. If any of the two break it, no more

benefits ... for both.

- Simple and brutal ... but effective Fenris muttered. All right: I agree.

The wizard smiled.

- You will not regret.

- Well, and ... Now we're going to be partners ... what is supposed to

I call you?

- Of course, boy, you must call me Master and treat the

due respect, 'said the wizard. You, who have had a relationship

so closely with a sorcery student should know that.

- Oh. Yes Fenris growled, remembering that indeed there was a

very rigid hierarchy of the Golden Wood School. I forgot.

The Master smiled again.

- Well. You accept me as Master, I accept you as a trainee. The

pact is sealed. Now only a small detail. Look at me.

Fenris obeyed almost mechanically. The look of gray eyes

Master stuck in amber eyes elf, who became

immediately as if something has invaded your consciousness.

- What are you doing? He gasped, unable, however, aside the

eyes of the magician's hypnotic gaze.

- Track your memories. Believe me, it will be better for both. To

our ... future alliance.

Fenris tried to resist but could not. The consciousness of the magician

explored every corner of his memory, selecting and deleting

memories. The elf tried to scream, but could not.

When, finally, the Master looked away from him, Fenris gasped and

closed his eyes for a moment. The opened almost immediately, shook his head and

frowned, confused.

- What happened? Asked.

- You fell asleep, 'said the magician gently. Tell me

one thing, Fenris ..., have you ever heard someone mention called

Aonia?

- Aonia? -Fenris frowned again, trying to think. No.

Never heard of anything. Who is?

The Master nodded.

- I thought so. Do not worry, it's not important.

Just two days later, the two were penetrated by the way

toured the Valley of the Wolves. The curse that hung over the Tower not

allowed the magician to teleport inside, at least not before

had taken possession of it, but managed to move them both to

people that opened the entrance to the valley. The locals looked at them with

fear and distrust, but dared not refuse them anything. When the

By late afternoon, the wolves began to howl from the mountains, the two

were put back on the way to the Tower.

They did not talk the whole way. There was nothing to say.

Finally, the Tower came into view like a huge needle

rising into the heavens, but whose foundations were solidly

settled in the land from which it drew its power. It seemed dark and sinister

in the light of the moon, but Fenris was, more than ever, a symbol of

hope.

A group of wolves blocked their way, growling. The Master spoke

arcane language words and a spark came out of his right hand

to crash into the first wolves, however, continued

forward.

- Do you see it? Sighed the wizard. Unaffected by magic. Not even

could stop a silver dagger she added, smiling.

Fenris saw him no grace, but said nothing. He moved toward wolves and

stared at them.

One of them growled, baring his teeth. Fenris replied, his

time, with a grunt, and her amber eyes flashed menacingly. The

wolf stepped back.

Fenris kept going, serene and safe, to the entrance of the

Torre.

Wolves away in its path. With a smile of triumph, the

Master followed.

And when the two entered the building, the Tower Fenris felt it

housed in its bosom like a mother, and knew that would be his home for

long, long time.

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