Ryan Hollis pulled a book off the shelf and blew the dust from the cover. The tiny particles swirled in the stale air of the study as Lunus and Evan watched, waiting for him to speak.
"It has been a long time since Elkshire," Ryan told them, "but some things never change."
He opened the book, leafing through the
Days past for Lunus without hearing so much as a word from Evan Marshal. She had stopped by the library once to say hello and see if he had found anything promising to help them in their search for the cure for lycanthropy, but he was cold towards her when she met him there.
Eccord Reens was a handsome man of impressive stature. He wore a special uniform made for the Chief of the Hunters and as grey as Malkouth's mist. His hair and eyes were dark as wood from Katalox, and no one could offend his pride."Hi, dad," Lunus said, and she smiled, giving him a hug hello. "I hope I haven't interrupted you."
Lunus was starved for sleep that night. She stayed awake in her bed, tossing and turning to the sound of the rain and the faint glow of the white moonlight which pierced through the clouds and wandered through her bedroom window.The room was cold, damp, and dark when she opened her eyes to the sound of knocking. She tossed off the blankets to answer the door, throwing her hunter’s jacket clumsily on over her thin satin nightgown for coverage and warmth. She wrapped the forest green jacket around her shoulders, pulling the collar closer around her neck as she walked to the door.&n
Evan stayed by Lunus’s side as she slept. He had pulled a chair near to her bed and sat in it, gently running his fingers through her fine orange hair. It seemed that her trouble sleeping may have been less related to the weather than she thought and more related to his absence. He hadn’t been there long. It would be another hour before daylight, and yet... she had fallen so completely back into slumber.
They walked together through the barren woods with the sun shining bright upon them. The last of the season's leaves clung desperately to trees' quavering branches, and each gust of the cool autumn breeze carried with it the colors of afternoon and harvest.Their feet hit the cold earth with little give as they wandered toward the Devil's Cave, save a little wetness from the rains of yesterday's evening but even much of that had frozen over from the frost of the morning.
The cave was wide and deep and barren, its darkly shadowed mouth covered in moss and ivy. The grey rock of the stone which formed the cave was tinted a spectral blue which left an eerie chill inside Lunus as she walked on the circular slab at the entrance. It was completely smooth, oddly so."I don't understand. This should have markings," Evan said, walking around the area with flustered curiosity. "All of this..." he said, "there's markings all over it."
"So, Marshal," Jeremy said, his wolves closing in on his opponents, "why don't you tell me how you knew to come here, and I promise you that she won't suffer much. That or she pays... very dearly, and it won't be pretty, I promise you."Evan's eyes slid back to Lunus and he growled again at Jeremy in anger. He drew back his hand to strike at him, but Lunus grabbed his arm.
Lunus dawned her evening clothes and prepared for a long night of research. She wanted to wear her Hunter's uniform for protection, because it was specially designed for protection while encountering creatures in the forest, but she knew that if she did it would only elevate her problems. It wasn't her night to go out hunting, but it was her night to go and help Evan in his quest to uncover the mystery of the Devil's Cave. So, she would sneak out before sunset and spend the night as a part of the wolf pack under Balthazar's protection... or so she hoped.She paused at the door and went back t
Lunus and Evan sat the next morning on the wooden platform of the tall gallows which the Hunters had erected speedily the night before. They had been given places of honor on the stage for their participation in the discovery of the cure and sat alongside Eccord, Howard, Arthur, and the other members of the Town Council. Before them all the town was gathered. Women held their children on their hips and men lifted their little ones high on their shoulders to see this amazing spectacle of justice. At last, the curse of Banglador would be broken and paid for! Evan tapped his fingers on his thigh with nervousness. Someone was missing, someone of note, and it had begun to bother him considerably. "Where is Ryan?" he whispered harshly towards Lunus. She shrugged. "I don't know," she answered. Arthur looked at them for a moment, overhearing, but he turned his ey
Ryan was quiet on the walk back towards the town. At the cave, he had rejoiced with Evan and Lunus as they shared what had been perhaps the happiest time of their lives. Freedom, at last they had freedom and what a release that was to each of them.There Ryan had been celebrating with them, joining in their laughter and glee, but it was different now. He wasn’t talking and his face looked a little more serious despite the fact that he was still smiling. There was a determined look on his face which glittered in his eyes like kindness, and Evan couldn’t help but watch him as they walked together through the forest now devoid of magic and mist.“Do you think we could come back, back to the town?” Lunus asked, wanting to get him talking again as much as she was genuinely curious.Ryan looked up at her. His smile broadened and his eyes lit. “Yes, of course!” he answered
"Ryan," Lunus breathed, and she looked at once with teary eyes to Evan.So, it wasn’t over.Jeremy’s body laid on the cold stone in front of him, his blood poured out upon the floor of the cave, and the red light illuminated the deathly scene as it danced within the darkness of the ground which swallowed them. The light brought with it an eerie reminder of all who had died there.There was the faint sound of drops falling from the altar, and Lunus looked up to see that some of Jeremy’s blood had splattered on the slab where Evan sat and mingled with his own. The mingled blood dripped down and fell to the ground. Then, all of the lights went out and the cave was filled at once with an almost tangible darkness.“Who goes there?” asked a voice from all around them. The tone of it was hollow and threatening.“Rya
Evan felt the pain of the bullet as it tore through his flesh. He felt the force of it shake him, and he doubled over in agony, grabbing the place of the wound, and stumbling back.He ordered Lunus to get down and pushed her back away from him, since he seemed to be the shooter's desired target. No matter what, he wouldn't let anything happen to her.He heard the gun cock. There were footsteps approaching, and he could see the vague silhouette of a man in the dim light of the red flashes. Then, there was another blast of the silver handgun, and he felt the touch of another bullet as it tore through his chest.He stumbled backwards and fell on the altar, grasping at the stones.He screamed in agony. The pain was so excruciating it was debilitating. He breathed in deeply and unevenly, each touch of air hurting.
The neighing of the horses and the cries of the Hunters were like needles in the wolves' ears as they approached, charging at them with a special gusto, probably brought on by the knowledge that this would be their final hunt."Don't think this is the end, Balthazar! I'll get you yet!" Arfak vowed as he backed away, running off into the forest and calling on his wolves to follow.Evan wasn't sure if he should be angry or relieved. Arfak and his wolves had gotten better. They were both more coordinated and more powerful. They moved as a team now, instead of a mob. Still, he thought he could haven beaten them and saved the town some trouble.They had to die. All of the spirits had to be released without a place for them to dwell. With nowhere to move to, no host to take them, no body to control, they would be forced to disperse and return to the forest... to Malkouth. He
Evan was watching the crowd from his place near the gates of the town, careful to keep himself hidden, and he knew that Lunus was doing the same. He listened to Ryan's words with a peculiar fire growing in his chest. It was the ignition of hope, causing him to want to jump up and scream for gladness, but this was not the time for such an open display of joy and exuberance. No. To the contrary, this was a time to watch the scene from the shadows in silence.Ryan had instructed them to wait. They would break the curse together over the stones where the covenant was made. That way, they would keep their cover, and after... Evan supposed that they would run away. He could not see any alternative to that, even here. They were still wanted. He had crimes he had to answer for, and so... they would have to run. It wasn't the happy ending he had wanted, or even an ideal one, but it was one which offered life to the two of them... and a l
He was sitting with his hands folded and on his face he wore a dastardly grin when Hollis arrived at the judges’ table.“Councilman!” Ryan said, throwing his hands determinedly down on the table in front of him.The mayor was well on his way to introducing him as the next speaker, and Ryan
They stayed for some days in Gelsome before departing, Ryan having come up with a plan to set the townsmen free from the curse their ancestors' error and the wolves along with it. So, Evan and Lunus enjoyed the time of their waiting with joy filled gratitude for the marvelous sights of this mountain town which seemed so far from all their problems in the midst of its foreign attraction.The plan was this: that they not return to Banglador until the time of the bicentennial. Doing so would afford them a few advantages.
The last thing Evan remembered was walking into the lobby of the Gelsome Inn with Ryan Hollis, who had walked up to the desk clerk and asked about a room. While they were talking, he had also asked the man about Lunus, and he had assured the two of them that she was, in fact, a guest there. That was good news. What wasn’t good news was whatever had happened to his eyesight.Evan Marshal had been curiously examining the unfamiliar craftsmanship of the wooden beams and decorations which the brightly lit lobby proudly displayed amidst its grand staircase and crystal cha