Chapter 5

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The pic is of μικρό, little one/mikró.

TIME LASPE OF 6 MONTHS.......

The pups had already learned to howl when we were with the pack, but now they know how to fish, howl together like a pack, and they don't need to drink milk any more. Movéna (μωβ ένα/ purple one) seemed like he was going to be the alpha of the pack because he always kept the other ones in line. I had learned a magic spell that let me know when one'a birthday was. Turns out Movéna was turning one year old in a week. I still brought food to town so that if anything was to happen and I needed to go into town I had some coin. I've also been looking for the hunters that had attacked or pack. I've become quiet skilled in the bow and arrows, so I'm going to start on daggers.

I arrived at the town blacksmith, who's name turned out to be Phil. Phil wasn't in the room, but I walked over to the weapons rack that held the daggers. A plain short dagger was on the top with three duplicates lined up underneath it. That was the only type of daggers on the rack and I really didn't want one of them because I wanted one that was half the size of the sword.

Phil walked in from the back door behind the counter with coal smugged all over his face. He looked up at me and looked at what I was looking at. "You interested in buyin' a dagger," he said in a rough voice wiping the coal and sweat off his face with a rag. I nodded my head. "Well come on over here I've got something special that my father made before he died," he said motioning me over to the counter. He picked up a small wooden chest on the floor just behind the counter and set it up on the counter. He toke a key out of his pocket and unlocked the chest. I gasped when I say what was inside the chest. Phil looked up at me and gave me a small but happy smile, while picking up one of the two daggers that was in the chest. Inside were two beautifully designed dagger about half the size of a sword. "There made of a rare metal called dark ignomalen and was made during the dark star eclipse that is said to come once every 5 million years giving it special magic only the moon and stars can give." He placed the dagger in my hand and handed me the other one. "Use them wisely I have a feeling they'll come in great use to you. Now go on their yours." I stood there gaping at him like a fish out of water.

"You're giving them to me for free?" I asked finally getting a hold of myself.

"Yep, been meaning to get rid of 'em anyway. Brings back to many memories. Besides my father told me to give 'em to someone who I thought would take good carry of 'em and I've got a good feeling about you," Phil said with a sad smile.

I nodded my thanks and nodded back in acknowledgement. We both looked up at the door when trumpets sounded through the air.

Hope you like. The song's by I want my tears back by Nightwish. Ps I know that I got horrid spelling and grammar so I'll most likely go to my grandma or one of my English teachers and asking them for some help, the spelling I'll just run it through a word check. And most likely once I've got everything laid out here I go back and do changes so you can understand it better.

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