Tales of the Wolf: Book 01 - The Coming of the Wolf (9 page)

He was about to replace his weapon in its customary spot when the faint sounds of battle reached him.

Stepping outside, his sheep milled about nervously while the sounds of battle drew closer. Moving to the bluff, Grunk spied a mixed band of gnomes and goblins chasing a small party of elves.

He found this very unusual. Gnomes and goblins are usually at war with each other, not working together, since both races tend to inhabit the same regions underground they would find themselves in competition for the same resources in a very limited environment, which in turn would lead to conflict.

Glancing around, Grunk could see that his valley was still secure for the time being. Kneeling down, he pulled out a small spyglass he had taken from a minotaur sailor many years back and trained it on battle below.

The raiders were fighting a running battle with the elves. The fleeing companions were led by a tall barbarian warrior dressed in wolf’s furs who would stop periodically to fire his bow. Whenever he fired, a goblin or gnome raider died.

However, the raiders had the advantage of numbers. Although they would pause and scramble for cover when the barbarian fired, if he stood his ground they would overwhelm him. So, when the barbarian turned to catch up with his companions, the raiders would close the distance.

Grunk could tell that at least one of the elves was sorely injured and was being carried by a red bearded dwarf. Judging from their lead, Grunk knew they would reach the jetty before the raiders.

However, this was still early in the winter no matter how cold it felt at the moment. The ice bridge didn’t usually form till mid-winter, so Grunk was at a loss to figure out what the fleeing companions were hoping to attain.

Lowering the spyglass, Grunk was content to watch the events unfold below him without thought of aid or confrontation. This was not his battle, not anymore. He had left all that behind him.

However, movement in the shadows of the bluff caught his attention. Focusing the spyglass on the area Grunk was shocked to see a spider, the size of a rhino, waiting for the party to move underneath and perched atop was a dark elf. Judging from her flowing robes, he knew that she was a spell caster of some sort. This didn’t bode well for the fleeing elves.

Grunk sprinted back to his cabin.

He didn’t want to get involved. It wasn’t his fight but the arrival of the dark elf changed things. Having gnomes and goblins working together was bad enough but involving a spider-riding dark elf could only mean that the Spinner was seeking a way to return to Terreth and being a loyal servant of Gaul, Grunk couldn’t sit by and allow that.

Quickly donning his bronze cuirass, Grunk slipped on his lucky talisman and offered a brief prayer to his god.

Grabbing a coil of rope, he moved along hidden game trails that would take him closer to the dark elf and mentally reviewed the spells available to him. None that he had access to this day seemed appropriate. Of course, he wasn’t planning on battling a dark elf sorceress when he prayed for his spells earlier that day but then, such are the ways of war.

Within minutes, he was positioned almost directly above the spider and dark elf. Peeking over the edge, Grunk judged the distance between them; it couldn’t be more than twenty or thirty feet. Of course, it was the two hundred feet between him and the canyon floor that truly worried him.

Tying one end of the rope around his waist, Grunk contemplated where to anchor the other end. The sound of muttering reached his ears and he knew that the dark elf sorceress was mere seconds from casting some nefarious spell. Not finding anything sturdy enough to hold his weight, Grunk drew his longsword and rammed it into the ground with all his strength. The sword sank deep into the mountain soil but still almost one quarter of the blade remained above ground. Tying the free end of the rope to the sword pommel, Grunk took a deep breath to calm his nerves and tightened the grip on his trusty battleaxe.

Glancing over the ledge once again, he saw that the fleeing companions were trapped on the jetty with the raiders closing in despite the efforts of the barbarian’s deadly bow. One of the elves, a female judging by her flowing scarlet hair, cast a spell that caused the water in the cove to freeze. Turning back to her companions with a triumphant look, Grunk watched in horror as the dark elf’s spell went off. Even from this distance the black bolt that cut down the lady elf felt evil.

Knowing he was out of time, Grunk took a running leap off the cliff face.

*   *  *   *   *

Lalith was pleased with the situation.

Blackfang’s troops had herded the elusive elves north toward the river and without a boat there were only three places they could cross. Blackfang had positioned the bulk of his troops at the bridge with only a token force visible. The rest were in hiding nearby waiting to spring the trap. Lalith knew the bridge was the logical crossing point but she believed in covering all possibilities. She had sent a band of cyclops to guard the fjord to the east while she went to investigate the ice bridge.

The ice bridge was such a long shot that Lalith had ordered her guardian Darnac to accompany Blackfang. Neither was pleased with the assignment but then, they had no choice in the matter. So, here she was sitting astride her favorite shadow-spider on the side of a mountain watching the elves being herded toward her position.

Gently rubbing the head of her spider steed, Lalith spoke softly. “Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly.” Rummaging through her pouches for her spell components, Lalith grinned as she found the right ingredient. “This couldn’t be better if I had planned this myself.”

Lalith began her spell.

She watched as Tatianna cast her spell of freezing, which created an ice bridge across the river and the means to escape the raiders. Her spell went off. The look of triumph turned to horror on Tatianna’s face as her spell cut her down would forever be etched in Lalith’s brain.

She was surprised by the uncanny accuracy of the barbarian as he fired by reflex an arrow toward her position. The projectile had missed her shadow spider by less than a foot. She watched as the barbarian scooped up the injured elf and sprinted across the ice bridge.

Pulling forth a short metal rod, Lalith began her next spell. The other two elves and the dwarf had begun their run across the bridge also. She knew that no matter how fast they ran, they wouldn’t escape her lightning bolt. Their death was mere seconds away. And that would please her goddess.

As Lalith was speaking the last phrase of her spell, a large black object came hurling into her peripheral vision. Startled, her shadow-spider steed jumped trying to avoid the black missile, throwing off her aim. Time seemed to slow down as Lalith tried to take in all that happened over the next few seconds.

Her lightning bolt didn’t strike the companions as intended but it did shatter the ice bridge; hurling the five companions into the frigid river.

The black missile turned out to be some crazy cyclops with a battleaxe, a rope and a death wish. His time would come. Lalith would make sure of that.

Unfortunately, her steed suffered a mortal wound from the foolish one-eye and reacted out of instinct. It shifted back into the shadow realm where it was called from and Lalith was carried along, leaving the final disposition of the companions unknown to her.

*   *  *   *   *

Grunk wasn’t particularly pleased or displeased with the results of his insane stunt. He had survived, which was in itself amazing but a last minute jump by the spider caused him to miss the decapitating strike he was going for on the dark elf. Instead, the spider had proceeded in disemboweling itself.

Grunk knew that the spider had shifted back into the shadow realm dragging the dark elf with it. That was both good and bad. Good in that the dark elf sorceress wasn’t around while he dangled helplessly above the canyon floor.

Bad because since she survived, she would seek to avenge herself on him. Grunk realized that his peaceful time in his hidden valley was at an end. He would have to move and move fast; before the dark elf sorceress returned.

Glancing at the river below, there wasn’t any sign of the fleeing companions. Muttering to himself, Grunk began the difficult climb.

Only one question haunted him, what would become of his sheep?

Hawkeye pulled the unconscious Tatianna onto a rock several feet short of the shoreline.

The water was frigid and flowing extremely fast. Time seemed to stop while he was in the water, he didn’t know if they had been in the river for minutes or hours. Struggling to keep hold of Tatianna and keep both their heads above water had nearly sapped his entire strength.

He had lost track of the twins and Rjurik shortly after being hurled into the water. Hawkeye feared for his friends, old and new but right now his only concern was Tatianna.

Pulling her the last few feet out of the water, Hawkeye rolled Tatianna onto her back and checked for signs of breathing; they were shallow but they were there. Taking a moment to study her wounds, he made a mental note that her left shoulder seemed melted and from the way her right leg flopped, he could tell it was broken.

Of course, none of the wounds were more deadly at this moment than hypothermia. Tatianna’s lips were already blue and his own hands shook constantly with the cold. He needed to find someplace warm and out of these wet clothes soon or they were both dead. Dragging Tatianna further up the slope, Hawkeye raked fallen pine needles over her body. It wasn’t much but it would add a slight layer of warmth.

Looking up from his handy work, Hawkeye heard the faint howling of a nearby wolf pack. With a grin, he shifted into his full wolf form and ran off into the forest.

*   *  *   *   *

Khlekluëllin felt the cold hand of fear grip his heart when he saw his sister collapsed under some magical attack. Scanning the cliffs around them, Khlekluëllin saw the large spider and rider and knew they were in trouble.

They were in an exposed position, vastly outnumbered and on the run; the odds were heavy against them, more than almost any time in his long life. Fleeing across the ice bridge was their only chance at survival, so he followed Hawkeye but slowed down to help Rjurik carry his brother. This more than anything else probably saved his life.

The barbarian and his sister were a good ten paces ahead of them when the lightning bolt struck the ice bridge hurling them into the frigid water. Khlekluëllin struggled to keep his breath as they were swept downstream. Rjurik and his brother were only several feet away also struggling to resurface. Unfortunately, all three of them were wearing chainmail armor and carrying weapons. Of course, their backpacks and cloaks would also drag them down.

The cold water had seemed to bring Mortharona around a bit and Khlekluëllin could see him stripping his cloak off while straining to resurface.

Oddly enough, Khlekluëllin felt calm at this moment. Whether it was the calm learned before battle or the calm associated with the acceptance of death, he didn’t know nor care. Without knowing why, an old memory from long ago surfaced in Khlekluëllin’s thoughts of when he was a child playing on the banks of the Lunari River; he and his brother had loved to build rafts and sail them down stream. Since they were terrible craftsmen they would cast a ‘charm of cork’ on the makeshift raft to keep it afloat.

Reaching out toward Rjurik, Khlekluëllin mouthed the words to the spell and watched as the heavy dwarf quickly rose to the surface. Repeating the charm twice more on his brother and himself, the three companions bobbed their way down the rapidly flowing river.

*   *  *   *   *

Three figures moved in the dark room.

The only light emanated from the pool of water which they surrounded. Images of the encounter between the dark elf sorceress and the fleeing companions seemed to float on the water. One of the figures moved closer to the pool. The faint light illuminated her long fiery red hair and flowing crimson gown.

“It is good that they survived.”

Another figure moved forward, the faint light revealing her ebony black skin and white hair. She pointed at the image of the dark elf sorceress. “I had so much hope for that one. How could she betray me?”

The third figure stepped up to the pool. She was pale skinned with beautiful long raven hair and was dressed in white furs. “Do not be too hard on yourself sister, we have all been betrayed. Blackfang was one of my greatest prodigies but now he is a pawn of the Spinner.”

“We owe much to that brave follower of Gaul,” said the redhead. “His intervention was timely and well executed.”

The ebony skinned lady touched the water of the pool and its image refocused on Grunk. The joten was stuffing items into a large backpack while his sheep milled about his feet.

“I fear that our chosen will need aid from more like him in the near future.”

“Aye sister, you are correct.”

The dark haired lady also touched the pool. The image shifted to Tatianna and Hawkeye. “We must gather the Dhyana. Only through unity can we overcome the Spinner. The One must be allowed to gather the Nine.”

“And so it begins,” said the redhead.

*   *  *   *   *

Tatianna awakened to the oddest sounds.

It was a combination of yelps, barks, growls and howls but through it all were the mournful sounds of a flute. The medley was slow and unknown to her but occasionally a wolf would pick up the tune and howl, matching the pitch with amazing harmony.

Tatianna had no memory of where she was. Her last thoughts were of being thrown into the icy river. However for the time being, she was warm and the music was soothing. Still with her eyes closed, Tatianna tried to burrow further under the furs; that was until they moved.

Snapping her eyes open, Tatianna stifled a scream when she saw that the furs covering her were three rather large wolves. She was in fact pinned by them; one each across her chest, abdomen and legs.

Forcing herself to remain calm, Tatianna studied her surroundings. Judging from the dirt walls, protruding roots and the presence of the wolves, she guessed that was inside the wolves’ den.