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become one of them, right? The elves that does not affect us

loathsome disease!

- We are not affected witcher granted because many millennia ago

know a cure, which is completely effective when

applies to time and the victim is not an elf especially weak. Your wife

not transform, Sentinel.

Anthor breath, relieved. But something in the face of the sorcerer

disturbed again.

- Despite this, he continued, nothing we can do when it comes

of victims sick or very young children. Their bodies have not

infection repelling forces, and in most cases the antidote

not effective.

Anthor looked at him, wondering where he was going. The sorcerer posed

his hand gently on the forehead Eilai wet.

- Did you know that your wife is pregnant, Sentinel? He asked

softness.

Anthor felt his heart stop for a moment. That

revelation hit him like a sledgehammer, and was slow to react. The

implications of the words were so terrifying witch decided

clinging to his last chance.

- No ... not possible, warlock. I would have said.

- I suspect that even she did not know it yet.

"So how do you know?" Anthor wanted to ask, but do not

made. No one knew better than the wizards about the secrets of the world

Nature, life and death. Wanted to say something, but found

words.

- I would congratulate the sorcerer he added gravely, but do not know

whether it would be appropriate, given the circumstances.

Anthor sank into a chair and desolate, buried his face in

hands.

- Do you mean ... my son will be a monster?

- Oh, no, the witch smiled. In fact, I dare say it will be a

very beautiful creature, given the bearing of their parents.

- But ...

- But there is every chance that, upon reaching the

adolescence, begin to transform into wolf full moon.

Anthor closed his eyes. "This can not be happening," he thought.

"It is simply the product of a nightmare ..."

- I understand that, for a young couple like you, have

stem would like a burden. If you will not take risks, I know

a human woman who can help.

Anthor raised his head and looked at him with a flame of hope in their

violet eyes, but could not help but frown and ask, not

However:

- Did you say a human?

- Oh, yes, but it makes no distinction between races when it comes to

money. They will be just a few hours and you can save you from the creature before

anyone being aware that your wife is pregnant.

Anthor paled.

- Are you suggesting ... we get rid of the baby before birth?

- You can do it later, if you easier replied the sorcerer,

indifferent shrug. But I doubt it: you are very young and

this will be your first child. You will not have to kill him or leave value

if you look at the eyes once.

Anthor felt his head spinning. All this was

too awful to be true. He looked at his sleeping wife and tried to

imagine what her response would be. He had a glimpse of a

baby Eilai traits, his amber eyes, that smile biased

his that he had learned to love.

The witch saw hesitated.

- What do you know of the werewolves, Sentinel? He asked.

Anthor frowned.

- Little thing she admitted. They are violent and savage and become

wolves full moon nights. Silver is deadly to them. Devour everything

living thing in their path and ...

He was unable to say any more, and the witch noticed.

- I'll tell you what I know, 'he said softly. They are wild beasts one

night of each month. And the rest are normal people time.

Human. Elves. Who cares. Everyone has a bad day. They have twelve

terrible days a year.

Anthor reflected.

- We could enclose the full moon he ventured. In addition ...

There is also a small chance that the bite is not

affected, is not it? He asked anxiously.

- Minimum replied the sorcerer, but yes, there.

Anthor breathed a sigh of relief.

- Are you willing to let this creature live? Asked the witch.

Are you aware of what will be your life? If discovered, they will kill him. Y,

even if not discovered, will hiding from centuries

conspecifics full moon nights. Is that what you call living?

- It's better than being dead Anthor replied, but without much

conviction. I do not understand, warlock, what do you mean? What do you want

to do?

- What you do shall be solely yours. But it is my duty

make sure you consider the consequences of all

possibilities before deciding. And another thing you should know.

- What?

- It is said that some werewolves, called Lords of the Wolves,

can learn to control your changes. Required, however,

centuries of personal mastery and self-control, so this skill

generally not available to ordinary werewolves. But of

some elves.

Anthor shook his head.

- There are no elves werewolves. You can not know.

- If there will be only a handful worldwide. But not for me

who go looking for those legendary Lords of the Wolves and, from

then neither should your son.

- Why not?

The sorcerer's eyes flashed ominously.

- If a werewolf is transformed into a murderous beast once

month ... What kind of creature would be someone who has the ability to

do so at any time?

Anthor paused, reflecting on the words of the sorcerer.

- Well? Asked this after a long silence.

The Sentinel thought what would become of her child if she reached the curse of

lycanthropy. They would be forced to lock him once a month and

keep it away from other elves, so it could happen. Never

could lead a normal life.

But a werewolf was a person most of the time.

They were but twelve days a year.

Twelve days.

Anchor looked again Eilai the serene face. It

consult with her before making a final decision, but it

suspected what would be your answer.

- The child will live she said.

Chapter II The Son Sentinel

BORN CHILD and her amber eyes of his mother. It was a baby

beautiful, healthy, and all Anthor and Eilai congratulated for it. But only

creature they appreciated the little details that were

disturbing, as the strange gleam in his eyes in the light of sunset, or

the fact that his auburn hair did not grow straight like the

other elves, but rebellious and messy, like I was always

disheveled.

He spent the first full moon without incident, and, although the wizard will

had warned that lycanthropy probably not manifest

through adolescence, parents breathed easier.

Only then gave it a name.

They called Ankris.

As the son of Sentinels was, his home was in the forest, away

of high gold and crystal palaces that stood in the heart of the United

of the Elves. But it soon became clear that Ankris was, if anything, much more

wild and solitary than any other Sentinel. His first decades of

life were spent wandering alone in the woods and just frequented the

company of other elves. His parents did not mind this

out well. They seemed to think that the less to get used Ankris

company would have fewer problems in later life if he were to suffer

the curse of lycanthropy.

The time he was forty years old, few knew Sentinels

really the son of Anthor and Eilai, and absolutely none of them would

been able to find it forest if he refused to be found.

His skills caught the attention of the Captain, who one day suggested

to Anthor that Ankris was old enough to enter the School of

Sentinels.

- With all due respect, my Captain ... She hesitated Anthor. We are not

Ankris sure you want to be Sentinel.

- Nonsense. It is traditional for children to follow in the footsteps of his parents.

My Toh-Ril is the best of its kind-he added with undisguised pride. By

other hand, your child moves through the forest with enviable ease and

stealth creeps. It would be a shame to waste his talent.

He recalled that a week later the ceremony would take place

inauguration of three new Sentinels.

- You and you should attend Eilai he said. And your guy.

When Anthor said, Eilai not considered a good idea. I was

educating your child to be kept away from other elves, and

I was not sure I knew Ankris behave in a social act of

that caliber.

During the ceremony it became clear that was not far Eilai

misguided. The child did not feel comfortable with his new suit, and gave the

feeling that repressed the urge to shake his head to mess

back her hair, carefully combed back and glued to

head. Watched with caution and distrust anyone who

approached, and ran into the woods frequent glances, wishing no doubt

again run to hide in the trees.

But pretty well behaved.

In addition, the Captain was right. From that day, the child wanted

with all their might be a Sentinel, like their parents. But not due

anything you see on the long, boring ceremony, but something happened

later.

Ankris came with his parents from the fort, considerably

relieved when he noticed a luxurious carriage that had

stopped before the door closed the Paso, hoping that this will

opened to leave the Kingdom of the Elves.

They used to come and go many chariots and horsemen through the South Pass;

Ankris had seen before but never had the opportunity to

contemplate a carriage so large and so closely watched so that

curiously.

Then satin curtain covering one of the windows was removed

to make way for sapphire eyes lingered on him a brief

instant.

Ankris swallowed. The owner of those eyes was a girl her

old, elegant porcelain skin and eyebrows. Her hair

Brown was neatly tied back and trimmed with

little jewels shining like stars. The only thing that clouded his

beauty was a grimace of boredom and disdain slightly twisting

mouth.

Ankris not notice this last detail. The face was the most beautiful

I had ever seen.

The elf's eyes were not looking, however, it

Sentinels group toured with some interest.

- Shi-Mae! Then said a stern voice from inside the

car, the girl sighed, and the curtain closed again, hiding her face

sapphire eyes.

"Her name is Mae Shi, 'thought Ankris, smiling stupidly.

He ran after the car. Her father tried to catch him, but he

got. Ankris dodged likewise one of the Sentinels

guarding the door, but the other managed to retain it. The child was discussed

uselessly, watching helplessly as the carriage away from the

Kingdom of the Elves.

- Where are you going? He demanded. Where are you taking?

- That does not concern you, young man.

- Let me talk to him when a voice said.

Ankris turned curiously. Behind him was the sorcerer, who is

approached leaning on his cane. Ankris often seen him

while exploring the forest, though he suspected that on such occasions

the sorcerer had never notice him.

He felt uneasy, however. She had never met him

face to face and also when his parents always spoke of the witch

were whispering so that he could not hear them, while

appeared on their faces a shadow of concern.

- So you're the young son of Anthor and Eilai-said the sorcerer.

Ankris not answer, but looked challenging. The race was

back her hair tousled and the struggle with the guards had

disrupted the elegant suit. In addition, he had lost a shoe by the

way and already had muddy feet.

- Come, 'said the witch.

Ankris hesitated. His partner turned to get away from

guards, and the child finally decided to follow him.

- You'll never see it in a while then said aloud witch

low.

Ankris's heart sank.

- Why? Where are you going?

The sorcerer took a quick look at the closed doors of Passage

Sur.

- His name is Shi-Mae and heir of the Duchy of Rio. It

akin to royalty.

"You probably do not know, Wolverine, but the Kingdom of the Elves passed

by a delicate political situation. The King still has not given us an heir

and many nobles vying for power. The Mae Shi's father sends her to

study away from our realm to save his life, because blood flows

actual veins that girl, and River House aspires to the throne

someday.

Ankris only retained a long speech

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