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