The silver wolf legend

Hey, it's not really edited an its written on an iPod so sorry for any mistakes and ill get around to editing one day, hope you enjoy :)

As I ran my whitish hair blew behind me, i ran as fast as I could while jumping over logs and roots and over the forest floor. My vision was blurred with tears and I could feel the hot salty years running down my face. I was only six and my parents had been murdered in front of me. If I hadn't have hidden under the bed I would be dead to. I must keep running was the only thing that was going through my mind. My feet were sore as I was running in bear feet on twigs and roots. I only wore my night gown. As it was dark and my mother was getting me into bed when the men barge there way into our house. I had herd the screams of my mother as one of the men had struck her with his sword and how my father had lashed out only to have the same fate as my mother. Just the other day I was out hunting with my dad. My green eyes burned as the tears kept coming. There was nothing I could do I was all alone I had no family left. Nothing!

That's when I herd the sound of the men on there four legged demons. I herd the shouts of the men getting louder and louder. The sound of hooves running and jumping over the logs and forest floor. I could not out run a four legged demon with a dark rider on its back. I ran as fast as I could but like I said I knew I stood no chance they reached me in no time. I didn't nearly make it out of the house. They were about to set it alit when I had jumped from underneath my bed a jumped out the window only to run into one of the four legged demons with a rider.

They now circled around me as i stood there helpless and scared as any six year old would. Tears still ran down my face. I didn't know how I was to survive without my mother and father I loved them so much.

One of the men jumped from the demon he rode and walked up to me and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my hair back.

"Filthy Larthen!" he said with a cold voice.

Larthen were half elf and half wolf. They looked like an elf but could transform into a wolf at anytime. They were fast, strong, ferice, tough, violent when they were trained but I was only six.

The man through me to the ground by the hair and I landed with a thud. My face was covered in dirt and was stained with tears.

"why did you run!" I herd his cold voice again. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I just laid there with my face on the ground and I herd him unsheath his sword. He raised it over his head and was about to bring it down when there was a loud crash. I looked up to see a female warrior elf jump from a near by tree landing on the mans back she put her hands around the mans neck and she pulled her arms to her leg and I heard the death bringing crack. She leaped from his back with agility and beauty. She leaped towards another man but he rode off on his four legged demon and the others followed.

The worrier stood with her back to me and looked up into the tree. She put her hand to her mouth and made a bird noise, the sound of the eagle. She lowered her arms and I heard the squawk of an eagle as it flew through the tree tops, the elf lifted her arm and the eagle floated down and landed on her arm. I had only just noticed that she had a leather brace glove on her arm so that the eagle would no tear her arm. She must call it often to travel with it on. The eagle looked at her intensely and she looked back at it. After a moment of silence the eagle broke the gaze and looked at me squawking, it opened its wings and jumped of her arm and flew up back into the tree tops.

The elf turned towards me and slowly walked towards me.

She had dark brown hair that was done in a braid down her back she had what looked like a fragile face that was extremely fine featured, she wore bronze plated armour with a green tunic. Her armour was thin but strong. She wore bronze and green boots and on her arm she had the leather brace glove for the eagle. At her waist she wore a leather belt and a sword hung from it. She had a small dagger that hung on the opposite side. She also had a small leather bag that hung next to the dagger. She kneeled down to the ground and put her arm out, she opened her hand and waited for me to take it. I sat there unsure.