The Light Of Orath

eye could see, an ocean of foliage dark places where ti

s towards the sky like ete

oded immensity, seemed tiny compared to th

le spirit, stood at the window of his modest cottage,

t, but for the inhabitants

ht, a visceral fear took ho

d closed doors an

robust man with features m

reflected the concern sha

shutters and get you to safety

nd was elsewhere. From a

of werewolves and mythical

stories of courage and fear, monsters and heroes. "Father, why must we always hide? Why can't we

"There are forces we d

are only men, and faced with the

efusing to accept this answ

thing thatwould go beyond simple survival. The flicke

er bed, reminded her o

n oppressive silence, only interrupted by the noct

ed looks of his neighbors

but she could no lo

nd her like menacing

s. Each step echoed on the

was racing, but she was det

to the forest, she reme

earing, hidden far in the w

t's where you'll

a continued on her way, her

cken around her, transf

denly, a crack behind

ern flickering in

therwise. She squeezed his dagger, feeling the cold of silver against

ring. The light of the moon

that seemed to form grot

figure curled up on the gro

bones cracked in a mo

witnessing the horror: the met

ed in terror, but sh

heir eyes met. In theIn the werewolf's eyes she recogni

, known for his ki

letely transformed, be

he brandished her silver dagge

ill a creature that, in

r huma

if begging for invisible pity. Elena, taking advantage of this moment, whispered an ancient prayer and threw

rned to human form, E

st time and, with a faint smile, whispered:

s of dawn broke through. trees. She knew her lif

was ready to face the dark