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Perhaps it would have gotten away with it, if he had chosen a better night, though there was no full moon. Its silvery light bathed the world outside fríay all that is happening on its surface. Dagor Lord raised his head to look. It might have had to choose a moonless night, to have the cover of darkness ... Anyway, no matter: that area of the castle was always surprisingly empty ... And besides, was quite unable to wait another day. I had to, and I had to do it now. Cwe few moments, they could read in a silent plea that their jaws processed and could not pronounce, and then die in its bosom all signs of humanity: they became cold and wild, totally devoid reason piety, or any emotion other than the thirst for blood.

Dagor Lord All I could do was draw his sword and left to the gods. And werewolves had faced before, but had always taken his armor and had the support of other members of the Order. Now, however, was ofsprovisto both, in the same room with one of them, and no escape, as both try to open the door barred and try to escape through the window would give the monster a few moments of vulnerability undoubtedly prove fatal.

As expected, the beast which had become his beautiful violently rushed upon him, attacking him with fangs and claws. His attacks were so fast and so strong that an entire company of soldiers would have struggled to survive. But, The champion withstood with stoic heroism, one after another for hours. That was certainly the longest night of his life.

At dawn, they found them lying, each in an opposite corner of the room. Lillian was pale and trembling with fear and guilt unfair, while bleeding from several wounds Dagor important was on the brink of death. Doctors at the King, only known to the princess's illness, apart from herself and the King himself Linder, had to use every art to save his life.

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e; s seemed stupid: not drop the sword, the younger brother folded his hands in front of his body and leaned back.

Elran The sword was stopped with a thud. Contrary to what might have been expected, had not cut his arm, but had been blocked in the middle of his career for some kind of invisible barrier. Either deep breath.

"I see that your reflexes still work Elran laughed, taking a few gentle taps with the gun in the barrier that had developed between his brother and himself. Pooyar his words.

Unable to completely conceal a Machiavellian smile, leaned Elran, pronounced "Highness" in salute and walked into the building, leaving his brother the cat in her arms and completely baffled by the disturbing look of Lillian.

"Good fight," she began, with a disarming smile completed. Either pretended to be busy patting Cassandra.

"Not much, Alteza, contradicted him. The only time I won was because I broke the rules of the duel ...

- Nonsense! She cried. Do you really believe that when you find yourself in a real fight you will have time to think about things as absurd as the laws of chivalry? These things were done only for the noble knights arthianos have an elegant way to solve their disputes not go sticking daggers in the back. No use in actual combat ...

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The next morning, Drelliane lingered a little longer than normally allowed. Not for nothing was the first of many nights where we slept in one bed, a bed, though, like everything else in this city, nothing more than a block of ice sculpted to the most me minimum detail, it had seemed strangely comfortable, once covered with skins Algueña had left there for her. If the devoted servants of the Prince or himself had ever left the castle to go hunting or whether they belonged to wolves or bears died from natural causes was something I could not eveniera begin to guess.

When, with the sun already high in its course, finally met the necessary will to win, and after renewed spells that enabled him to endure the harsh cold, was surprised to find that the table empty clearly remembered the night before had been made by a ghostly hand, as discreet as silent.

Of all the wonders of which had been involved, that was by no means the least: despite all his skepticism, found that fruit served (which was like a snowball montonicito patterned to form something like an apple placed on orna cold glass tray) was soft to the touch and less cold than it would have been expected. When, not very convinced of what he was doing, bit, found that yielded easily to the pressure of his incisors, but without losing coherence or shelled. Moreover, the taste was nowhere near the snow, but something unknown, strange, but not unpleasant. At the second bite, he changed opinióny called it "fresh and interesting" and did not need to get the room to leave it "truly exquisite." Do not think twice before undertaking the second fruta, as soon as the first was gone in a last bite, without leaving behind the heart, or seeds, or anything that was not edible. Discovered, not too surprised at that late stage, which had a completely different flavor, but no less charming.

Soon delicate completely empty the bin, without being able to find in the process two fruits that have the same taste, nor one that he wanted friendly or curious in some way. Nor was surprised to feel satisfied and comfortable, recovered from the long journey. Would all the legends really any basis in reality?
CHe left his room HTMLXC particularly good mood and let your feet that would guide her. This meant a huge detour to led him to discover new corners of the city and, in more than one occasion places that had visited the day before. However, this does not seem to matter much, since each time it happened, it discovered new details that had been missed the first time, as if his sight was so busy I do not could assimilate all at once.

found the Prince in the same room that the dtilde; you in the waist. You'll see when you are finished, "he added quickly, without that serve to alter the slightest questioning of the woman's expression, which remained even when he left I was doing and went to her and distract their attention from the subject.

- Did you sleep well? He asked, fixing her eyes that pair of transparent. I hated those eyes. He would have liked to say very seriously to stop playing games, that's what it did not work out on a tangent and I was not going to get so FáDrelliane looked at him, frustrated. Have you always had to look as sickeningly innocent? Seeing him there, as a pasmarote, returning his gaze evenly, almost seemed to have spent all night thinking about it. He sighed, resigned to the idea that it might be so.

"I grew up a priest who lived in the village of my parents, an elf ... Draucandir called himself, a kind of name received to become a cleric, but that always seemed horrendous. Either really called, but only let me call him that when eCIO sadly absurd that had to do not to miss a bitter smirk. However, not spent more than a few moments until he realized that really was not expecting him to say anything ... He knew at the precise moment a ray of sun hit the tower vertically higher than the city, located in its center. In just a blink, the configuration of the ice that was picked the top, and broke the light reflected in dozens of new rays, which were sent to each of the towers located closer to the outside which were in turn reflected and broken in a myriad of unknown color beamsacids, with masterly precision targeting each of the roofs, domes, turrets and crannies of the entire city, making it a charming palace of light and reflections. Drelliane could not help but look around, startled at the new marvel that so far had lain hidden in the ice, turning on itself and also wanting to have eyes in the head not to miss the play of light that formed on his back.

Feeling float in the sea of light, Drelliane knew without looking that, despite thousands of years had been witnessing daily that same show and that was the first time que could show it to someone, there was the Black Prince, at his side, just as she marveled, contemplative, carefully watching every nuance and every mixture, no doubt with the critical eye of the craftsman unfairly , ready to polish every tiny flaw that only he was able to find overall harmony.

- Guess what? Drelliane said at last, with a whisper, unable to look away from the wonderful starry sky that had become, in the middle of the day, the walls and ceiling of the City. I hate ...