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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 SentinelBORN 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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