Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 by T.J. Edison.
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dropped her bundle. Jason laid the log on the fire and they sat on the ground in front of the blaze. Yvette distributed the food, which consisted of tinned baked beans and dumplings in tomato gravy, backed up with whole-wheat bread, cheese and the last of their milk.
After the meal they said their ‘good nights’ and retired to their individual tents.
Jason lay there listening to the wind, he could smell lavender and he knew she was thinking of him. His mind wandered to the future, he imagined himself and Jennifer. Could they have children, she looked like a human being and he imagined the elves reproduced in the same manner so why couldn’t they try. Somehow he knew that his dreams were not pure fantasy; there must be a way they could stay together forever.
Then he heard her voice, a soft and gentle tone that caressed his mind, calming him, “If there is a way, then we will find it, now go to sleep, Jason, my love.”
Chapter ten.
Reega’s bane.
He caught her scent, despite the driven snow. He was surprised, he had imagined she would be home by now with her father, and then he realized. She has probably lost the troll, they must have killed it. Fear and uncertainty gripped his heart. What if she’s failed in her task, what if it’s safe? Now they will move it to somewhere else. But then again, are we in search of it? That cannot be, they would send an army, but then again, they don’t know where to send it; I wonder. He snarled in anger and took in the air once more through his nostrils. He tasted the foul odour, it was stronger, he rejoiced, She approaches, I must go to her.
She cursed the weather, she cursed the werewolves and she cursed the elves, as they had deprived her of her transport. She clutched her prize closer to her as she struggled through the snow. Her memory told her she was heading in the right direction and that she didn’t have far to go.
She paused in her endeavours, breathing heavily. She took several deep breaths and then took the last piece of dried meat out of her pouch. She chewed ravenously and washed it down with a handful of snow. She struggled onwards, the thought of food, raw red meat and some fresh blood kept her going.
She stopped as a figure, its outline blurred by the snow, appeared befo re her. Having not far to go, she hoped this was her brother and a couple of trolls. She called out, “Jorgul, is that you?” and hid her disappointment with a look of surprise as he came to her, she hid her disdain and said, “How thoughtful of you to come to my assistance, where is my brother, does he not know of my success?”
“No, he knows nothing yet, I have lost contact with him otherwise he would be here. So tell me, do you have it?”
She saw his eyes widen as she opened her furry mantle and then looked down. “Yes, I have it here.” She looked up once more and the lightning flashed before her eyes, then it turned to blackness and she felt herself falling, falling…
The next day Jason and the others found a road that had been cleared once, probably by the sheep farmers. Snow lay over it, but it was only ankle deep and they followed it as it took them north-west. After an hour’s brisk walk they came to a frozen river. They crossed at the ford and kept to the road. To their left below them lay a broad flat, expanse of white. Jennifer pointed. “That’s the reservoir. We are getting closer.”
They continued through falling snow, and turned north at an inlet. They left t he road and climbed higher, and the light snowfall increased to heavy and quickly changed to a blizzard as the wind rose.
They struggled on, blindly, staying close together. The wind tugged fiercely at their clothing as if demanding they should give it up as a gift of appeasement.
Jason turned to Jennifer; he could see no-one behind her. He called out above the howling wind, “Ingrid, John, where are
After the meal they said their ‘good nights’ and retired to their individual tents.
Jason lay there listening to the wind, he could smell lavender and he knew she was thinking of him. His mind wandered to the future, he imagined himself and Jennifer. Could they have children, she looked like a human being and he imagined the elves reproduced in the same manner so why couldn’t they try. Somehow he knew that his dreams were not pure fantasy; there must be a way they could stay together forever.
Then he heard her voice, a soft and gentle tone that caressed his mind, calming him, “If there is a way, then we will find it, now go to sleep, Jason, my love.”
Chapter ten.
Reega’s bane.
He caught her scent, despite the driven snow. He was surprised, he had imagined she would be home by now with her father, and then he realized. She has probably lost the troll, they must have killed it. Fear and uncertainty gripped his heart. What if she’s failed in her task, what if it’s safe? Now they will move it to somewhere else. But then again, are we in search of it? That cannot be, they would send an army, but then again, they don’t know where to send it; I wonder. He snarled in anger and took in the air once more through his nostrils. He tasted the foul odour, it was stronger, he rejoiced, She approaches, I must go to her.
She cursed the weather, she cursed the werewolves and she cursed the elves, as they had deprived her of her transport. She clutched her prize closer to her as she struggled through the snow. Her memory told her she was heading in the right direction and that she didn’t have far to go.
She paused in her endeavours, breathing heavily. She took several deep breaths and then took the last piece of dried meat out of her pouch. She chewed ravenously and washed it down with a handful of snow. She struggled onwards, the thought of food, raw red meat and some fresh blood kept her going.
She stopped as a figure, its outline blurred by the snow, appeared befo re her. Having not far to go, she hoped this was her brother and a couple of trolls. She called out, “Jorgul, is that you?” and hid her disappointment with a look of surprise as he came to her, she hid her disdain and said, “How thoughtful of you to come to my assistance, where is my brother, does he not know of my success?”
“No, he knows nothing yet, I have lost contact with him otherwise he would be here. So tell me, do you have it?”
She saw his eyes widen as she opened her furry mantle and then looked down. “Yes, I have it here.” She looked up once more and the lightning flashed before her eyes, then it turned to blackness and she felt herself falling, falling…
The next day Jason and the others found a road that had been cleared once, probably by the sheep farmers. Snow lay over it, but it was only ankle deep and they followed it as it took them north-west. After an hour’s brisk walk they came to a frozen river. They crossed at the ford and kept to the road. To their left below them lay a broad flat, expanse of white. Jennifer pointed. “That’s the reservoir. We are getting closer.”
They continued through falling snow, and turned north at an inlet. They left t he road and climbed higher, and the light snowfall increased to heavy and quickly changed to a blizzard as the wind rose.
They struggled on, blindly, staying close together. The wind tugged fiercely at their clothing as if demanding they should give it up as a gift of appeasement.
Jason turned to Jennifer; he could see no-one behind her. He called out above the howling wind, “Ingrid, John, where are
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