The sky started to lighten up, but the rain kept pouring. I was soaked to the bone with water and I was dead tired. I leaned against the base of my tree, facing the last werewolf. He was the largest of all the pack, probably the alpha. His fur was gray, and was missing an eye. I glanced at the sky and knew that I only needed to survive about an hour or so before the light of day become strong enough to kill the werewolf. Most would say that werewolves can survive in the day time, but that's wrong. They turn to ash as soon as the light touches them.
The wolf looked up at the sky, noticing the change in the dark clouds as they slightly lightened. He looked around at his fallen pack and back at me. He raised his hand, pointing a claw at me. Then, turning on his heel, he darted away.
I let out a loud laugh that filled the air, astonished to the fact at how I just barely escaped death's cold grasp. I slumped down against the tree and I lean my head back, letting the rain hit my face. It slowly turned from a down pour to a light drizzle. I sighed with relief and looked around at the dead bodies of the savage animals.
I then noticed a figure walking towards me. The figure was dressed in black armor with a hood covering its face. It held a black staff with orange electricity arching from it back to the figure. It kept walking until it was a stones throw away, where it stopped. The black staff was half blade half shaft, and I was to tired to try and stand. The smile I had disappeared as I knew this was going to be the end for me. The figure raised the staff, and the threw it towards me. I closed my eyes and waited for the blade to pierce my armor and sink into my chest.
But after a few moments, nothing happened. I open my eyes to see that the staff was sticking out of the ground, blade sunk into the soft ground, and it was angled towards me. I looked up towards the figure, and it had disappeared. Scanning the area with my eyes, I saw no trace of it, as if it was a ghost. Then I heard the one voice I didn't want to hear.
"Zaphel, is that you?" my mother called down from the tree.
I heard the door open and looked up to see her climbing down the ladder. When she was on the ground, she knelt down beside me and sucked in a shaky breath.
"What happened to you?"
I pointed towards all of the bodies that were scattered around the tree. She looked me over and saw that my armor had scratches in it, and my orange blood was slowly running down my armor. She cursed under her breath.
"Stay here, I'm going to go get help," she said getting up and turning towards one of the other trees that had a ladder on it. She then spotted the staff, almost tripping over her own feet. She looked around with a hopeful expression, but was disappointed. She grabbed the staff and threw it up into our tree, hiding it from sight.
She sprinted towards the tree again and climbed it. A few moments later, several elves came flying down the ladder and over to me. They started asking questions, but soon stopped when they saw all of the bodies smoking. One of them knelt down and unclipped my armor straps, while another helped support me as he removed it, exposing a lot of bloody wounds. The inside of my armor was stained with the orange blood. They started asking for supplies and after getting some thread and a needle, one of the elves started stitching up my wounds.
About half way through the process, the Head Scout and the Keeper came rushing over towards the small crowd that had gathered around me. They first examined the werewolf bodies around the area and watched as they started to turn to ash. They then came over and asked me what happened. Leaving out my mishap from yesterday and the mysterious figure from earlier, I explained what happened.
"Wait, you took on all of these werewolves by yourself?" the Head Scout asked.
"Well, I wasn't about to climb the tree and give away the location of not only my house and possibly the rest of the village," I responded. The keeper had a stern face, but her eyes showed doubt. "I'm serious, look at all of the bodies. Upon closer examination, you will see that they all have burns," I said without thinking.
