All heads in the caravan turn to me and Ardina who is beside me sleeping.After a slight hesitation I tell them of how I ended up here.Throughout the story they were quiet noting on how odd it was for 3 dire wolves to attack at once.I did not think much of it but they told me that Dire Wolves never hunted with other dire wolves.They always did it with regular wolves.
In Logi's words "It is a bad omen,3 thats the dark number they say"
I did not know what to think of it,but a question in my mind arose.
Was it just a coincidence?
Then I told them I awoke randomly in the forest naked.My injuries healed.
One of the men looked uneasy but he said nothing only threw glances around.
He continued to stay silent as I spoke of the Destroyed village and the sight of it.Until I spoke of the howls Ardina heard during the attack.
He suddenly blurt out.
Redar-WEREWOLF!
The merchants all looked at him slightly confused.
Bjorn-Whats a werewolf?
Lorgi-Well I've heard it's when a man is cursed with lycanthrope it turns them into a wolf or something.
Bjorn-Never heard of it before but why would it attack a village?
Redar-It is beyond a curse.
Everyone goes silent to hear what he has to say.
Redar-A werewolf*stares at me* is a monster that is joined with its...host.As most of the time the werewolf wins control over the body and kills until it gets killed.It blocks all emotion but the urge to kill,to be a beast.On a werewolfs first transformation they often take control under a full moon,free to do as they please until the sun hits them.The hosts of such beasts often grow to monstrous size and power.The transformation into beast breaks bones pulling them apart and stretches muscles.Then when they revert back to men their bones grow longer filling in The gap between,the muscles growing in size and strength with every dreaded transformation.
That's what my mother told me before she passed from the plaque all that time ago.
Could it be...no
Lorgi-And how would your mother know?
Redar-My mother hailed from a family of shamans,Witch's mysyical arts they called em.Though I could never do that,too much sacrifice.
no...that's impossible...
I brush off the idea shaking my head.I lay back against the side wall,looking at the cloudy sky.As birds fly over.A strong gust of wind blows over my face.
The environment,and food makes a deep sleep set over me...
AFTERNOON
The jolt of the carrige stopping abruptly wakes me up.
As I rub my eyes I see that we have arrived at a small village.Kids playing near homes,batting each other with sticks.A tavern with some people at its door laughing.
I get up off the side of the caravan,my neck aching from odd position it was in.As I tilt my head around I hear someone call me.
Lorgi-Look who's up.We'll be resting here the night so just return by morning to the caravan unless you wanna stay.
Bjorn-Ok...where are we?
Lorgi-Were off at the Virunia.
Virunia that's a day from storm village.How long was I out for?
I hop off the carrige and wake up Ardina who was still asleep.
She wakes up,looking around for a second.
Ardina-w-where am I?
Bjorn-Were making a stop here for the night.Come with me.
I would've probably gone to a tavern or something if I was on my own but with Ardina following me I have to be better.
As I walk into the camp the caravan set up here at the village outskirts.
They all lay in their tents,a few mercenaries inspecting their equipment.
I lay down in a tent,a spare they had.
Werewolf...there's no way I'm one, that would be crazy.I dont feel like a beast...*flash back to wanting to eat ardina* Or do I.
Ardina-Why were you naked when you found me?
Uhhh?
Bjorn-I got lost and lost my clothes.
Ardina-Ok.
As she fiddles with some small wooden doll she has.It wears a simple dress,little shoes and hair made of hay.
I never played with a toy to this day.Maybe I would like to,but im a warrior now.And a fierce warrior can not be seen playing with toys.
MORNING
As the caravan group packs up,I get back into the carriage.Thinking of being in a battle.Still unsure what allures me so much to it,what tempts me to kill.
As I sit here on the carriage the world crawls by and it almost like it can't go any slower.As if this is some type of punishment.
*DISTANT COMMOTION DOWN THE PATH*
Huh,I peek over the driver and see another caravan group.But it's something odd about it the driver is covered in rags face not visible at all so are the people at his side at least 40 people trudging behind it.But they are all short their weapons in hand,shaking.
Hjrogar-HALT!
The carriage stops promptly and the Mercanarys reach for their weapons.
The other carriage stops as well.As the space between us grows thick,they charge.
Their rags fly off and reveal it to be goblins.The Mercanary hesitate for a second before the goblins stop. Just a few feet infront of us.
Bjorn-Ardina stay here in the carriage.
The other carrige rattles as the door flings open.
Another goblin in black metal scraps of armor comes out.His leather cape batting in the wind.
Kro-gar The Vicious-I come in peace to you all,I just need these two.A tall boy with long blonde hair and a little girl.
Hjrogar-And why would we hand them over!
Kro-gar-because you all are surrounded.
Surrounded,I look around frantically sure enough.little red eyes are everywhere,in the trees,bushes,behind the trees.
How could we not hear it.They mustve been following for a while.And why does he want me and the Ardina,could it be the same goblins from then?
Lorgi-TAKE THEM! we dont know them.
He didn't even hesitate to throw us to the wolves.Damm slimy bastard.
Kro-gar- You heard!come out!
I grab a small knife as I head off the carriage.Hiding it in under my tunic.
I will gut this goblin.