II - The Star Prophet

The wide, crowded street was filled with the last warmth of October sunshine. On either side, along the well taken care of curbs, stood high trees whose sickly-green leaves with the remainder of their strength tried to resist the incoming winter. On the pavement beside the cobblestone road lay differently-sized heaps of those that had lost the struggle. They were all waiting for another breath of autumn to take them far away from their familiar places.

Dressed in robes of various colours people were crowded around the displays of shops and stalls. Some were queuing to the Dragon Scale Bookstore, others admired the beauty of sparkling fireworks created by a young witch from a stall on the right; others yet would look down on all these products, magical in nature, offered to them from everywhere they looked.

Through the middle of the road, in the free space created by people getting out of the way, on the back of a black horse rode a girl. Something in her appearance made the passers-by hurry to the sides of the road so that she could pass among the great crowd. Some of them risked pushing a neighbouring pedestrian into a nearby stall. Angered by it, such person would try to fight back but at the sight of the rider, fell completely silent.

The girl was young, perhaps in her early twenties. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail cascaded down her shoulders, reaching more or less halfway down her back. Blue eyes, lost in thought and looking out from beyond silver-framed glasses, were fixated somewhere far away. She appeared to be trying to avoid the strange looks of the wizards and witches surrounding her.

She wore a sapphire, silky coat embroidered with silvery half-moons, while an equally rich, navy-blue cape covered a part of the horse’s backside, falling lightly from her shoulders. Under the coat, she wore a black turtle-neck and dark trousers. Against the black background of the turtle-neck a silver necklace in the shape of a half-moon with a star shined in the afternoon sun.

The horse she was riding was huge and heavy – by the look of it, it must have been some seventeen hands. Its well-groomed jet-black hide gave off a healthy shine, while a long marking on the head and the fluffy feathers of its feet dazzled with their whiteness. A long, black mane fell richly to the side of a powerful neck and fell up and down on the wind.

At the sight of the silver bridle adorned with blue crystals and silver reins and saddle the witch selling fireworks held one for too long – it exploded with a bang right in her face, dirtying her all black. The girl on the horse turned her eyes towards her when the children near the stall began screaming at the noise. Seeing that the saleswitch was unharmed, they burst out into a roar of laughter. Above the witch’s soiled face there hung a tablet which read: Charm Alley, the words fitted between two stars on each side.

A smile appeared for a short while on the face of the rider.

In one place, the cobbled road began rising up. The great horse seemingly without any effort made its way to the top of the hill and with its rider passed a friendly-looking pub by the name of Little House on the Hill. Beyond the rising the road stooped down and from the top one could clearly see a picturesque square with a fountain in the middle. The square, together with its benches, trees and surrounding houses reminded one of an old, beautiful town market.

The girl stopped her horse and took out a silver pocket watch. The shiny chain rattled lightly when she withdrew it from her pocket. She always liked such antiquities and that watch had at least a whole century behind it – it was a priceless heirloom from one of her ancestors who had bought it during one of his frequent visits to the Victorian London. Having given its face a glance, she hurried the animal, and the next moment trotted already towards the square.

At the centre of the square paved with greyish slabs of stone, stood a beautiful fountain in the form of a rearing winged unicorn. Water flowed pleasantly from the tip of his horn and landed in the oval pond underneath with a splash. The girl mused at the alabaster unicorn’s ruffled mane for a moment, then after checking the time again ordered the horse to a halt.

Pegasus Square – as it had been called for years – was the central point of Hexville. It was here that everything related to its public life began and ended. Some of the older inhabitants of the town claimed even that it was here that a settlement which later on evolved into a town had originally been built. Nobody, however, knew where its name really came from. For although the square was that of a ‘pegasus’, it was unclear what occurred first – whether the unicorn had its wings attached or the pegasus given a spiral horn. But the fact of the statue being a mixture of the two remained and the square was still Pegasus Square and no-one seemed too bothered by it.

That afternoon only a few people were sitting on the benches. Ever since they heard the clatter of horseshoes, their eyes were fixated at the figure of the girl. They were looking at her as if she was about to burn the place down. The passers-by seemed to be glancing at her discretely as well, but it appeared she didn’t make much of it, intently gazing into the blue sky filled with fluffy sheep-like clouds. The clock hanging from one of the lanterns showed three o’clock sharp.

Suddenly, one of the women raised her voice, mumbling something about a  monster and pointed at a place somewhere in the air. Others also looked up in anxiety. The girl took notice of that and lifted her head up, blocking the sun with her hand. Unlike the people surrounding her, a wide grin appeared on her face.

In a space between the clouds there appeared a small dark dot that drew closer and closer, very fast. When it neared the ground the people scampered from the middle of the square, leaving it empty. Above their heads sounded a powerful roar. Soaring above the square, a great reptile was lowering its flight. It circled it like a vulture to finally hit the ground with its hind legs. A cloud of dust rose into the air at the impact and because of the waves of air beaten against the surface by the creature’s filmy wings.

At first sight it reminded one of a small dragon. This, however, was deceptive, for the creature was a wyvern – a species similar, yet totally distinct from dragons. Its great, beautiful wings were not growing out of its ribs – like they did in case of dragons – but were part of their front limbs, like the wings of a bat. From the middle of its body, its legs were covered with white feathers, eagle-like talons shining at its feet. The beast swiped the surrounding air energetically with its scorpion-like sting-topped tail. Along the spine, from the tip of its reptile head to the sting on the tail grew cone-like spikes. The creature’s body was covered with small, dark-golden scales. Ruby eyes cautiously observed the brand-new surroundings.

The reptile lowered its wings and propped itself on bent front limbs. In a specially attached seat on its back there sat a bright-haired girl. In the light of the afternoon sun her white-golden robes sparkled and fluttered lightly in the wind. Long, braided hair fell down her back in a golden plait.

A smile on her face, the dark-haired girl dismounted from her horse and started walking towards the wyvern. The girl with pale-golden robes sitting in its saddle was searching the square with her eyes until she saw the incoming person. A smile appeared on her face as well and a moment later she too was on the ground.

“Alex!” she exclaimed gleefully, opening her arms in a greeting.

Yes. The girl in the sapphire coat was Alex Arian and she belonged to one of the most distinguished orders of the magical world – the Order of the Half-Moon Servants. And in addition, she was the daughter of its superior, the Highest Priest.

“How good to see you again, Justine!” Alex replied when they fell into each other’s arms.

The crowd that had already gathered by that time on the square was distrustfully eyeing the wyvern clawing at the ground and at two friends greeting each other. When the two girls finally finished their hug, Justine looked around at the old buildings around the square and sighed.

“So nice to see Pegasus Square again! I haven’t visited these parts for so long…”

Alex threw a fleeting glance at the golden reptile next to them.

“To be honest, I didn’t expect you’d fly here on a wyvern,” she said as she approached it. She looked at it closely and then gasped. “Is this Rene?”

“In person,” Justine replied and stroked the creature’s neck. “How’d you know?”

“I read a lot about wyverns in the past. Rene’s supposed to be the only one with such beautiful ruby eyes remaining,” Alex said, admiring the creature before her. “Wow, he must be very old.”

“Yeah, he is. But he’s still in quite a good shape,” replied Justine. “My grandfather told me to take him because Derek became indisposed…”

Derek was the name of Justine’s favourite, and only, Pegasus.

“What’s wrong with him?” Alex became worried. Although she never had had a chance to meet the famous Pegasus, from Justine’s stories she knew quite a lot about him and, in a way, liked him. Pegasi always amazed people, regardless of the circumstances in which one would come to see them. Just like unicorns.

“Funny thing, I don’t even know! I had to depart early to make it in time. I hope it’s nothing bad though and that he’ll come round quickly. Flying a wyvern is very… specific.”

About that Alex knew something, in a way. When she was small, her father would sometimes allow her to ride on the back of vaimares.

“I don’t think the people here are used to them, too,” Justine said, glancing at the townsfolk that were suspiciously eyeing her. Weird, she thought, they never behaved like this. Was it because of the wyvern?

Alex was still examining the long-forgotten reptile up close. In spite of the crudeness of its features, the wyvern was still a truly amazing creature.

“But let’s not talk about my Pegasus, Alex!” Justine waved her hand. “There are so many interesting things that require discussing. Tell me what’s up with you! Anything new in the Silver City? And then I’ll tell you the news from the Parisian jungle.

“Let’s do it along the way. Father asked that we reach the castle before sunset and it’s a long way from here to Silver City.”

“But of course. Is there something special happening in the castle?” Justine smiled slyly. She simply loved parties. Especially the ones thrown specifically for her.

“Naturally. Well, like every time an honourable guest like a Star Prophet pays us a visit.”

“Ah, you’re flattering me.”

Alex took a look around the square and whistled, raising her hand. The shire horse drinking water from the other side of the fountain raised its head and walked up to its owner.

“Hessan, meet the granddaughter of the Great Superior of the Order of the Star Prophets, and my friend – Justine Maud Artois,” Alex said and her words sounded as momentous as if she was introducing Justine to the Queen herself. Yet it was but her faithful steed, Hessan.

Justine suppressed a wave of laughter with difficulty, while Hessan bent one knee and bowed before the visitor.

“I see he’s quite smart,” observed Justine.

“That’s the fruit of our Equuologists’ hard work. Thanks to their research, our horses are very smart and can understand nearly everything you tell them.”

Hearing this, Hessan rose and held his head high as a sign of pride.

“Equuologists?” Justine had heard such a term for the first time, even though she had heard many bizarre terms before in her life.

“Horse experts,” Alex explained. “Well then, meet my friend, exceptional steed, faithful servant and animal brother, the offspring of stallion Black Lightning and mare White Blaze – Hessan II Whitepatch.

“I feel honoured,” Justine bowed, a little in jest, reciprocating the horse’s previous gesture. The girls laughed and didn’t take any notice of the people around making weird faces at the sight of someone bowing before a horse. “He’s really pretty, I’ve got to give him that. And huge!” she added. “I didn’t know you had a horse of your own, though,” she looked suspiciously at Alex.

“I got him as a birthday present from my father two years ago after passing the Exam of the Second Faculty.”

Having said that, Alex mounted up and Justine climbed on top of the wyvern’s saddle. She rode off a little and observed as her friend spoke to the great reptile for a moment. Apparently, the creature understood her instructions, because a while later, shaking its head like a real dragon would, began making its way towards the horse in front, using its forelegs like a bat to move on the ground. Just like a bat also, it looked a lot more clumsy on the ground than in the air.

The two characters, very distinct in their looks from the townsfolk, made their way back towards the hill. Justine observed the surroundings with curiosity. When they finally reached the top, she turned her head and opened her mouth in happiness.

“Little House on the Hill! We haven’t been there for so long, Alex! Do they even remember us still?”

Justine and Alex had known each other for seven years. They met for the first time when the first ever delegation of the Star Prophets arrived in the Silver City after the end of a war that lasted almost half a century. Justine had at that time arrived with her grandfather and befriended the daughter of the Highest Priest immediately. She had been visiting the Silver City frequently until she had begun running out of time because of her studies. Then her visits had become limited to vacations and winter holidays. When Alex was still studying at the Lunar University, they both frequently came to Hexville and sat for long enough hours in the Little House on the Hill that the service already remembered them well.

“I bet they do. Though recently I prefer to spend my time in the Half-Moon Inn in Silver City. Especially recently…” Alex lowered her voice.

“Why’s that?” Justine asked, surprised. Unfortunately, she didn’t get an answer. Strange.

They rode into the crowd of pedestrians. People fled from where the horse and the wyvern were walking. Justine noticed the weird expressions on their faces at once. Frowning, she asked:

“What’s up with them?”

“Who?”

“These people!” she exclaimed with irritation. “Why are they looking at us like we were some kind of terrorists?”

“Because they think of us as such. At least of us,” Alex replied.

“What…?”

“Forgive me, but I prefer to not talk about it here. I’ll explain everything to you later.”

She took a look around the townsfolk.

“See, this isn’t the best place to be explaining such things…”

Justine couldn’t understand a thing of this. Terrorists? She looked at Alex who was riding beside her with a little annoyed expression, but in the end she accepted her friend’s decision. They didn’t speak much more until they found themselves beyond the metal gate with the name of the main trade alley of Hexville engraved on it. They took a turn left. The street perpendicular to Charm Alley was considerably quieter, with only occasional groups of wizards passing by. The withering greenery gave the street a miserable look. Justine could but imagine how beautiful it must have looked during springtime.

“Can you finally tell me what’s going on?” Justine asked when another group of staring youngsters passed them.

“Later,” was Alex’s short reply, but she felt forced to add something more seeing Justine’s dissatisfied expression. “I will tell you, just later. Don’t get so angry with me.”

“I’m not, but you were supposed to tell me after we left Charm Alley.”

“Yes, because I thought it’d be emptier here.”

“If you ask me, it is quite empty here.”

“I’ll explain everything to you once we’re on the path to the Great Gate. Until then, please don’t ask me about it anymore,” Alex cut the discussion short.

Justine was intrigued by her friend suddenly hiding something from her. Even more so that this something seemed to be relevant to the Order of the Half-Moon Servants and, judging from the faces of the townsfolk, rather unpleasant for them. Curiosity, and impatience at the same time, began rising inside her. Alex would usually never hide any public affairs of the Order before her. Perhaps then it was something else?

In silence they stopped in front of the gate of a spacious park.

“We’re riding through the park?”

“Exactly.”

“May I know why?” Justine always liked to know everything beforehand. She claimed that knowing everything inside-out had never before caused her trouble.

“Because that’s where our destination is from where we’ll get to the Land of the Half-moon,” Alex answered in a bored voice and rode off before Justine had a chance to ask about anything else.

She rode into the autumn-ruled park, leaving her companion behind with a surprised face. Bare trees, warmed by the afternoon sun, cast gnarled shadows on the greyish pavement. After a moment, Justine too had passed the gate and followed behind the black horse and its mistress. The park was very spacious and exceptionally… deserted. Justine looked around, but there was not a soul anywhere in spite of good weather.

“Is this place always so empty?”

“No. It’s because most of the people are probably on Charm Alley and are heading for Pegasus Square. I think there’s some kind of festival to be held there or something…”

Alex finally said something that wasn’t a refusal to answer, which somehow cheered Justine up. The clatter of the wyvern’s talons and the steady pace of the shire horse were the only thing that sounded in the park’s emptiness. Inevitably, autumn was giving its signs – golden and orange leaves were falling from the branches of those trees that were not yet bare and were landing softly on the withered grass. Combined with its emptiness, the park felt very grim.

They reached a round, moderately-sized square with a tree planted in the middle, empty benches places all around it. With no other path connected to it, it looked like a dead end. Behind the tree there was some free space and that’s where Alex stopped her horse, Justine next to her.

Alex positioned her horse so that she was approximately within an arm’s reach of her friend. Seeing Justine’s curious look, she reached into her coat’s pocket. She took out a tiny emerald sphere with some glittering particles inside. Perhaps they were little bubbles of air, floating in whatever substance that surrounded them. Although the sphere’s surface seemed made of  glass, or crystal, its inside appeared fluid or even volatile – the particles were moving all the time at a steady pace, unlike those in regular glass balls that would drop down once the ball stopped moving. Their movement was mesmerizing, making one almost unable to turn their eyes away from the emerald abyss.

Alex stretched out her hand towards Justine.

“What’s that?” Justine asked at the sight of the sparkly sphere.

“One of the newest inventions of our enchanters. They named it the Returner. The way it works is pretty simple – it makes use of teleportation, basically.”

An inarticulate expression of acknowledgement came from Justine’s mouth.

“Thanks to this its owners are able to travel pretty much wherever they want to, in the ordinary and magical world alike.”

“Pretty clever,” nodded her head Justine. “Especially in the case of your little, hidden in the far, wild reaches world… So how does it work?”

“To reach the Land of the Half-moon you also have to know a special formula, known only to members of the Order. Alright, in order for us all to be transported, you need to put your hand on it, like this.”

Justine put her hand on the crystal ball obediently, curious what would happen next since never before had she travelled with the use of such a gadget.

“Now, prepare for a small flight.”

Alex focused her eyes on the ball and murmured a verse in a language Justine couldn’t understand nor identify. Inside what she had called the Returner appeared a single tiny spark and then all the bubble-like spheres began to glow and started swirling faster and faster, losing shape and blurring into a single cloud. At first they looked like snowflakes during a blizzard caught inside the sphere. Then in the centre appeared a vividly green light, swelling like a cloud of fog, or smoke. Then the fog parted and from within it came a view of a tall, gothic castle standing on top of a green hill. Justine drew back her hand quickly and the sphere rose from Alex’s hand like a bubble into the air. She felt a pleasant heat first only in the tip of her fingers, then around her whole hand, seemingly coming from inside the sphere. With a tingling sensation, it crawled up from her fingers to her wrist and then rapidly quickened, enveloping her whole arm and finally the rest of  her body. The landscape around blurred and pale-blue sparks surrounded the wyvern and the horse along with the two girls riding on their backs. The sparks swirled and swirled, faster and faster, as if they were transported to within the Returner, making Justine feel dizzy. She could hardly do anything about the wyvern bolting nervously under her. The light which the sparks were giving off shone brighter still and just when Justine started feeling nausea coming over her and shut her eyes tight, they flashed and the next moment suddenly went out. Gasping for breath as though she was extremely tired, she opened her eyes again.

They were standing on a pretty large islet covered by a thick forest. In its middle there was a shade and only through the spaces between the treetops of the pine trees shone rays of the setting sun. Just beyond the tree-line soft waves stirred the waters of a peaceful lake, the sunshine dancing on its surface, creating an impression of numerous jewels having been thrown into its depths.

“So here we are,” Alex announced, shoving off the last of the lingering sparks from her shoulders.

Justine took a look around. In a space between the trees above she could see a high mountain hill, all covered with a lush forest.

“I don’t remember this place…”

“I wouldn’t remember it either if I arrived straight at the castle gates on the Superior’s Pegasus each time I visited,” Alex said in jest. “It’s high time you got to know a little of the Land of the Half-moon. Welcome, Justine, to, in my humble opinion, one of the most beautiful places in all of Scotland.”

All around them reigned silence, broken only by the occasional sound of birds or the whisper of the wind in the trees.

“I wouldn’t be able to live here for more than a few months,” Justine passed judgement. “Maybe because I got too used to the lavish aristocratic life in France…”

“Possibly. Well, anyway, our Order had made this land their home.”

Alex glanced at her watch.

“And you will have your chance to act all-aristocratic pretty soon. Let’s go, we need to cross onto the other side. Follow me.”

“So, will you finally explain everything to me on the way?”

“Yes… I will,” Alex sighed, looking towards the mountains stretching before them.

The islet narrowed so that they now had to ride one after the other. They made their way across in a place which Alex deemed suitable. They rode through the forest, but still they could see the lake from between the trees. Having looked around the scenery for a while, Justine eventually turned to Alex:

“So what’s up with all that back there?”

“It’s a long story,” Alex sighed again. “It reaches back to one fateful day sixteen years ago. That’s when it all began.”

She went on to tell Justine of the fatal winter’s night, of the delegation, the murder, her father, everything.

“I was four back then. And ever since I’ve had no mother…” she added at the end with sorrow.

“You… You never told me about this… Forgive me.” Justine was saddened. “But what does this all have to do with what I asked you about?”

“Everything, Justine – everything,” Alex continued. “On that night everything began. My father, already the Superior, proclaimed war against all werewolves. Ever since that time he’s been tracking down both singular lycanthropes as well as whole groups of them. Everyone who he regards as suspicious. The wizard community has grown to call him a madman. For the goal of a Half-Moon Servant is to study werewolfism and lunar science, not to eradicate them! Even other members of the Order are rebelling against what he’s doing, but without the judgement of the highest member of the Order’s Sage Council nothing can be done specifically. And Master Lunarius remains as silent as a grave.” Alex paused for a while. “I have to tell you, a very difficult time has come for us. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but we’ve already been named the ‘exterminator of lycanthropes’ and my father has secretly been dubbed ‘Wolfsbane Arian’. But what infuriated him the most was when people started referring to us as ‘night-walkers’ – that’s the common way the people of Hexville refer to the werewolves of the Horde. Mention that to him and you’ll probably end up on his black list for the rest of your life – in the best case scenario, that is.”

“The Horde? And what the hell is that? I’ve never heard anything about it,” Justine broke in.

“Oh, forgive me, I keep forgetting not everything that is of concern to us actually gets outside into the wide world. The Horde is the largest organized pack living outside of the Order, which my father could never and can’t to this day track down. The rumour has it that their hideout is situated somewhere in Hexville, but nobody knows anything of value. There’s no point deceiving ourselves, Justine – our image in the eyes of others has worsened drastically in spite of my father being an excellent leader and Superior. The people are so much afraid of us after a few Hunters captured a good and respected man who in reality turned out to be a werewolf. Have I ever told you of the Hunters?”

Justine shook her head in response.

“The Hunters are a group of specially trained people under direct supervision of the Superior. Twelve experts in the field of lycanthropy, hunting werewolves. Extremely clever and deadly effective. Once upon a time my father even offered me a place among them. Funny, isn’t it? Obviously, I refused.”

In Justine’s eyes there appeared a spark of anxiety. She had always thought that the Half-Moon Servants were one of the most orderly and peaceful communities in the magical world. After what she had just heard from Alex this whole vision crumbled into ruin and Justine realized that this situation hadn’t lasted for a week or two – but for a whole sixteen years!

“A public execution didn’t act in our favour, too, you know,” Alex continued. “All the magical newspapers were raving about it for the whole last week! The folk back there probably thought I was sent to spy on them by my father or even that I came for one of their friends or relatives, that I am a Hunter. That I support what he does…”

Justine had been in Scotland for the last time four years before, tagging along with her grandfather, the Supieror of the Order of the Star Prophets. Herself and Alex had been always writing to each other on a regular basis, but in none of those letters had there been any mention about a war of this kind. On second thoughts, she wasn’t surprised that Alex hadn’t mentioned any of this. She must have been devastated by what was happening.

Alex had always loved magic and loved to study the secrets of lycanthropy. Justine could only imagine how difficult it must have been for her to bear all of this alone, what must have been happening within the Order, especially that the centre of this terrible storm was none other than her own father.

“And I don’t support what he’s doing. Hunting down and eradicating werewolfism is the contradiction of our nature, of everything that we stand for as an Order. It’s as if people have forgotten why we are here for, it’s like trying to root out what is inherent to us…”

A gurgling growl came from Rene’s throat. Justine didn’t feel like asking about anything else for now. She became very much saddened by what she had heard and it had to take her a while for it all to sink in. They both stayed silent for quite a long while.

The two girls rode out into a wide forest path that lead them onto a high hill. Their eyes were met by a beautiful landscape – the path they were following, surrounded on both sides by lush wild ferns, cut intbetween the trees that covered nearly all slopes and hills they could see. The mountainous terrain seemed unchanged by humans and full of wild nature, the primordial beauty that is more and more rarely found in areas touched by humanity.

The path they were following lead along the edge of a large mountain lake, biting into the foliage and the green hills that separated it from the water. It disappeared somewhere on the edges of another forest that covered the slopes of the hills; it was also where the loch had its end. A bit further beyond was a gently sloping valley surrounded by a chain of dark mountaintops.

In the valley, some distance from the lake, encircled by mountains, stood a great and majestic gothic castle, dozens of towers of various size adorning it, rising above the thick forest that seemed surreal to Justine at first glance. The light and soft stone once used to build it gave it a magical and a little fairy-tale-like look, the impression strengthened by numerous bizarre lights which the castle sparkled with in the evening sunlight, as if the whole structure was some kind of jewel. In fact, the dancing colourful lights were caused by the light being reflected by a great number of sapphires that adorned the castle walls, whose shining light was almost hypnotic if stared at for a longer time.

It was an illusion which the castle was able to produce. The Half-Moon Servants knew that like a giant being the castle had the ability to draw people towards it like a single glistening jewel in the eyes of a captivated magpie. But it could also be terrifying, like a sorcerer’s keep, grim and menacing, with towers spiky like poisonous thorns. The enchantment which lived within the castle walls was of great power and it was not known if the wizards themselves had full control over it.

Beneath the towering silhouette of the castle, beneath the soft light stone and dark rooftops, lay a great city surrounded by a strong wall with a large entry gate visible from afar. It was the city’s image Justine had seen in the Returner. Autumn, in its full sway, had covered the slopes with gold and orange that beautifully contrasted with the bright countenance of the Silver Castle.

“It is said that the look of the Land of the Half-Moon is dictated by the seasons,” Alex spoke finally. She gave Justine a quick look. “Don’t be bothered by what I told you earlier. You surely have enough of your own troubles and I’m sure we can handle our own just as well,” she said, but there was not much confidence in her voice.

“Tell that to the werewolves,” Justine answered with irony.

“The crisis will pass, I’ll tell you that. I can feel it won’t be long now. It’s all gone too far to last. Let’s not speak of it any further.”

Justine frowned.

“You know what? Although I come here every few years, although we’ve known each other for a while, however, I feel that I still don’t know anything about you and this place,” she said with resignation. “You guard your secrets well.”

“That’s our nature,” Alex replied. “We have many secrets, so being enigmatic and being good at keeping those secrets is a must.”

“Oh, you can’t have more of them than the Star Prophets,” Justine retorted half-seriously and half in jest, with a hint of pride in her voice.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Alex smiled. It seemed she returned to being in good spirits once again.

Justine smiled back at her friend. Having once again entered the forest, they made their way towards the castle as they still had a long ride before them. They began talking about other topics – they discussed various other events in both orders, they spoke of what had been happening in Hexville during Justine’s absence and of similar matters. They finally laughed and jested like good friends that had not seen each other in a long time should.

Alex took a look at her watch and stated that they were taking their time more than they should and since the clock wasn’t standing still she would be in trouble if they didn’t pick up the pace. Justine did not take this information passively.

“Come on now! It can’t be that bad. You’re escorting a guest –”

“And a very important one at that,” Alex broke in.

“Which is all the more reason for me to have my way. I can delay my arrival if I deem it necessary.”

“Alright. But remember that it will be you who will be explaining yourself to the Superior – not me.”

“I’ll think of something, don’t you worry.”

The sun had slowly begun to fall towards the west, so Alex and Justine hastened their ride. Rays of sunlight tore their way through the branches of trees, creating all sorts of distorted patterns on the ground and yet still most of the area was covered in shadows due to the thickness of the surrounding foliage. The road went on and on and the Great Wolf Gate had long since disappeared from their sight. Eventually, they came to a crossroads. A second, narrower path protruded from the main road and led right. The shadows of the forest were already so thick that only the beginning of the path was clearly visible. They were nearing the city.

With a breeze of the evening wind, it seemed as though the trees were communicating with each other with the rustle of branches. If listened to closely, the sounds produced among the treetops could almost be put together into words of some unknown language, a phenomenon that evoked anxiety in the hearts of many visitors.

“Where are we? Alex?”

Justine looked around nervously. The jet-black hide of the shire horse and Alex’s dark coat had almost melted into the darkness of the forest and if it wasn’t for the snow-white feathers on the horse’s pasterns Justine would have thought she had lost sight of her friend. She must not have noticed Justine stopping and rode off a small distance from her friend.

“Calm down,” Alex said, turning to face the disoriented Justine. “It’s just the trees. If you listen to them closely enough, maybe you’ll hear what they’re saying about you. They must be debating about the visitor from beyond the valley.”

“I beg your pardon?” Justine seemed even more confused and anxious than a moment before.

“The Dark Forest has always drank from the magic of the land – they say it grew here after the castle had been built. Ordinary people do not see it, nor do they see us and the whole Land of the Half-Moon. To them, this is a barren mountainous land.”

“You can understand what they’re saying?” Justine asked, looking around at the moving branches. The Dark Forest was made up of various species of trees, not only the most commonplace pines.

“No, I can’t, but my mother could. When I was still small she would often bring me here and showed me to old trees, or so I heard from father. I don’t remember much of it myself, but even though the memories of those days are blurred, I sometimes remember single words she taught me to distinguish,” she answered and closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the sounds made by the forest. “See, now, for instance, they were speaking of your heart…”

“Let’s ride from this place, Alex. Where does this road to the right lead?”

“To the Old Stables. It used to be the place where wyverns lived and was supposedly built for that purpose alone. Later on, when the wyverns were no more, the horses were moved there. After that, new stables were erected in a meadow on the eastern side of the Silver Castle and that’s where our horses live now. The Old Stables serves as home for vaimares now,” explained Alex when they resumed their ride.

“I simply can’t wait to see a vaimare again!” she exclaimed with glee.

Somewhere inbetween the trees the entrance to the city glistened with silvery reflections. Alex pointed into that direction.

“See those two tall, statue-like silhouettes there on either side of the Wolf Gate? Between the trees, on the hill. Those are the vaimares which serve as guardians this year.”

Justine did her best to make out the shapes Alex was speaking of.

“Indeed! I can see them! It’s Silver City already. How’s that? We’re not late.”

“Yes, but we’re supposed to get to the Silver Castle, not the City, which means we still have to ride through the settlement and a part of the forest dividing the castle from the city. It’s still a long way to go.”

Justine’s spirits sank a little as she frowned. While they approached the city walls along the rising road, she took up another subject.

“You said these two vaimares were guarding the gates this year. That means you’ve changed something. I remember that the last time I visited one pair served for only a quarter of a year if I remember correctly?”

“Indeed, it was decided that this be changed. Too much preparation and work was needed to change the guard every quarter. Now the vaimare guard changes once a year and the ceremony is very exquisite. It’s a kind of holiday for us – our counterpart of your New Year’s Eve, you could say,” Alex replied. “The guard changes on the last day of the year, there’s great celebrations accompanying it both in the city and the castle. You should stay to see it, Justine.”

“I just might. Knowing you, it must be beautiful to watch,” Justine admitted.

A few minutes later they rode up close enough to freely admire the majestic guardians. Both vaimares were huge creatures – sitting in an upright position, from their cobalt claws to top of their heads they must have measured some twelve feet. By appearance, they reminded of giant, a little grotesque, wolves. Dark fur covering the heads lightened in places by white patches fell down onto their white breasts in the form of a fuzzy lion-like mane. The rest of the body was covered by light-grey fur, mixed with white patches here and there towards the limbs. Sharp fangs protruded from long canine snouts. The creatures stared into the distance, motionless. Only their eyes moved every once in a while from one point in their surroundings to another as they watched out for anything approaching the gates.

This time, Alex and Justine became such points. Noticing them, the vaimares roared hoarsely, their voices echoing against the city walls. With a violent rustle they outstretched their great wings, effectively blocking the passage. Delicate brown scales and the light membrane glistened in the last evening light. Dragon roots.

In the window above the gate there appeared a man – clad in light armour that shone with silver, with a navy-blue cape over it. Seeing the riders, he bowed gracefully and having turned around, yelled:

“The daughter of the Highest Priest and the Star Prophet! Open the gates!”

At the sound of these words, the vaimares immediately folded their wings, revealing a massive gate of silvery steel engraved with a great wolf head in the middle where the two doors parted, a menacingly snarling wolf with rubies for its eyes. A moment later the Wolf Gate opened, exposing a beautifully arranged city with architecture so mediaeval as if it was the only place on earth where time had stood still for centuries.

Passing the vaimares, Justine noticed that despite great similarity the two creatures were distinct from each other. The giant standing on her right side had a stripe of thick white fur on its head, stretching from the forehead to the muscles of the wings, and its nose was light-pink, thus distinguishable from afar. The vaimare on the other side had a wholly black head and his nose was also of dark colour.

The girls passed two statuettes in the shape of wyverns, standing on each side inside the gate, with small tablets fastened to the stone, which read: In memory, 1959, and subsequently entered the Silver City. The rode along the main road and the light, soft stone which all the buildings were made of was in Justine’s mind reason enough for it to be called the way it was. In spite of the mediaeval feel, it was apparent that time in fact hadn’t stopped flowing in this place. Slim, Victorian-like street lamps ran along the main road, soon to be lit when the dark of the night fell. The numerous  inns, bookstores, shops, pubs and even some of the houses they passed on their way were adorned with silver motifs. Raising her eyes, Justine saw the Castle Hill, covered thickly by the forest. The Silver Castle, the main headquarters of the Order of the Half-Moon Servants, dominated above the Silver City and the surrounding valley.

The remaining inhabitants of the city were slowly heading back to their homes to prepare for slumber. The adults were whispering among themselves with amazement at the sight of a creature long-forgotten in the city – the wyvern René. Children, however, stopped and stared at the magnificent reptile in awe, shouting with excitement.

“Look at the dragon!”

“It’s not a dragon, stupid! It’s a wyvern!”

“Unbelievable! I thought wyverns died out a long time ago!” said a girl older than her friends.

Hearing the children quarrel, Alex gave Justine a look and smiled. She then addressed the passersby:

“Behold! Before your very eyes, a living history! This here wyvern is the last of our famous reptiles, passed in the year 1958 as a gift of good will to the Order of the Star Prophets. Look upon him and learn, for this is the famous and aged wyvern René.”

The group of children fell silent and then gasped in awe. They stood there for a long time, escorting the wyvern with their curious eyes. They scattered only when the girls were out of sight. Alex and Justine kept following the main road, passing narrow streets, most of them already empty.

“Something tells me we won’t make it before nightfall,” Alex frowned. “If only I could…” she began, but suddenly noticed something that didn’t let her finish.

Against the background of the darkening sky there appeared a white dot which looked like a ghost circling above the rooftops of houses. The dot lowered its flight and soon was revealed to be a barn owl that after circling above the girls’ heads landed softly on Alex’s outstretched hand.

“Now, haven’t you fallen from the sky when I needed you!” Alex exclaimed happily, petting the owl on its white, but tinted with golden brown, head. “Has my father sent you to check up on us?” she asked.

The owl hooted softly as confirmation.

“Cute little owl,” Justine interrupted. “Yours?”

“Yeah,” Alex smiled. “His name’s Snowdon. I got him as a gift only last year.”

Justine thought that it was a bit silly to name one’s pet owl after the highest mountain in the nearby Wales – she would never name an owl Mont Blanc… But it also had a certain charm to it, she admitted to herself.

The owl put forth one of its legs, to which was fastened a piece of parchment and a fluffy dark-blue quill. Alex unfastened them, dismounted from her horse and pressed the parchment against the side of the saddle in order to write her message.

“This’ll have to do,” she commented and read the message aloud.

To those who are awaiting our arrival,

I have successfully intercepted Justine from Pegasus Square. Our journey has been pleasant, we are currently approaching the latter part of the Dark Forest. We do not require any further escort. We should arrive at the castle gates shortly. One thing, however: Justine was unexpectedly forced to travel to her destination on the wyvern René. I would ask that appropriate preparations be made to house him in the Old Stables during her stay.

See you in the castle,

Alex

“Take this to my father,” she commanded Snowdon, attaching the folded parchment back to his leg. The owl hooted with joy and shortly after set flight towards the castle. “That’s one thing less to worry about. Let’s go.”

“I wanted to ask you about something, but that owl of yours made me forget somehow…”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll remember. We’ve still got time.”

They rode off, the sun’s last rays disappearing behind the horizon.


2003-2005

I - The Big Ben Tragedy

     Even for the most ordinary of magi the concealment of their true nature does not come easy in a city as crowded as London. Even more if they are members of one of the most powerful orders in the magical world, whose principles are very haughty and hiding one's identity is often considered as denying their brotherhood.

     On one chilly December night, fortunately, the streets of London were exceptionally empty. Thick fog was hanging over the wet cobbled streets, reflecting the dim light of street lamps.

     Not long before an unusually big amount of snow had fallen on the city, now, however, when the frost had partly worn off, the thaw was already beginning. From above the sea of mist the face of the clock tower was quietly looking on the surroundings. It was as silver as the full moon hanging beside it.

    The day-to-day bustling with life city had become deserted. The buildings were fast asleep, a winter numbness. Impenetrable silence filled the surrounding air, being cut only every fifteen minutes by suppressed chiming – only the bell was awake. The silence falling in the intervals rang in the ears.

     The last, twelfth chime had died away. From beyond one of the corners came the quick trotting of, it seemed, a great number of people. In contrast to the empty streets it seemed bizarre, at least. The sound and the echo accompanying it were not ceasing, they were drawing nearer. A long, slim shadow fell on the wall of one of the tenements. Then a second and a third, another one, and one more… until they all blended into one dark stain shrinking with every moment.

     Through the thick veil of fog a tall man appeared. Right after him there appeared the specters of other people. The wide alleyway had filled with a procession of unreal figures.

     They were all clad in coats of glittering sapphire cloth, high-collared, reaching just above the ankles. Covered with patterns embroiled with a silver thread, they seemed to be unreal, the effect even strengthened by their shade of deep sapphire. The robes glistened magically and together with the navy-blue cloaks they fluttered in the wind.

     Silvery crescents of half-moons and small stars, which the cloaks were strewn with, were shimmering in the moonlight. One symbol, bigger than others, that decorated left sleeves, was similar to the Bisurman moon, a five-angled star at its sharp end. 

     "Are we missing anyone?" A quiet voice broke the silence. Beside the man there suddenly appeared a small woman with short, slightly curled hair.

     "No," he replied in a calm way. His voice was smooth and enigmatic. "There's only one thing that's bothering me. Why is it that the Sages didn't allow us to go on horse-back for this particular expedition? We would have saved a lot of time and strength if we had our horses. And we wouldn't have to hide like sewer rats. Besides, what was their point of sending the delegation by train from Glasgow to London?" Now, a note of annoyance could be heard in his voice.

     The woman shrugged her shoulders. She appeared as confused by all that as he was. The man smirked quietly.

     "Loading more than thirty totally anonymous people into a single train without any previous warning – and they thought nobody would take notice of that?" he said. "We were lucky to have gotten out of Victoria Station before someone informed the authorities."

     "I'm sure the Elders knew what they were doing," the woman replied. "Besides, there had been rumours circulating around the Silver City about the main well being polluted. Some of the animals even became ill. After all, you heard it yourself," she added and the man shook his head disapprovingly. "The vaimares may be good guardians of the city, but they're not the best means of transportation."

     "When I visited the stables the day before our assignment, the animals were perfectly well. I have a feeling that those old geezers are up to something again, which is why they let the rumours spread…" he said and then fell silent. "It's good we're already heading back."

     The woman said nothing to that. For some time neither of them spoke, then again it was the man who broke the silence, returning to the topic of the vaimare with his question. Whatever they were.

     "What do you mean they're not the best means of transportation? They're the fastest way of travel we have besides horses."

     "I mean that they're not the most comfortable you can get," she explained. "Also, I don't think the members of this delegation are used to travelling on their backs, let alone by air…" she sighed.

     The leader took a quick glance at the already tiring crowd.

     "What time is it?"

     "Haven't you heard the bell?"

     "You know I have more important things on my mind than listening for the sound of Big Ben," he said quickly.

     The woman pulled up her left sleeve and peered at her silver wristwatch.

     "Half past midnight."

     "Good…" the man lowered his voice, burying himself in thought.

     He didn't have much time to think, however, as the voice of a small girl brought him out of contemplation. Tightly grasping the woman's right hand, up until now she had behaved as if she wasn't there at all.

     The girl, as black-haired as her mother and with the same short haircut, looked no more than five years old. Like everyone else in this bizarre group, she was dressed in a sapphire coat with a swirly A embroidered on her left breast. But in that small letter there was something that distinguished it from the others. A half-moon with a star played the role of its right leg. Whatever it meant, it had to have a special meaning for among all members of the group only the letter on her small coat was distinguished this way. Behind her, too, fluttered a small cape, its colour that of the night sky which spread above her companions.

     "Daddy, are we still going to walk long? My feet hurt!" she said in a tired, child-like voice.

     The man who just snapped out of his contemplation looked quickly at his daughter. Her big blue eyes were fixated on his face and were awaiting his reply like salvation.

     "Just a bit more, Alex," he answered after which he turned to his wife, the woman walking beside him, "If she's too tired to walk by herself, take her in your hands, alright, Elizabeth?"

     "We'll be okay, won't we, Alex?" Elizabeth looked at Alex when the front of the group turned from a wide alley into another dimly-lit avenue.

     "Yes…" Alex replied grimly, lowering her head. At first, her parents had intended to leave her home, but she had insisted on going with them. Now, as she felt the tiresome journey slowly getting to her, she regretted it a little.

     The empty avenue was again filled by the sound of hasty footsteps. The windows of most of the houses were dark and the covers drawn. Only in some, surely belonging to professional night-owls, there flickered a dim light. From between the curtains, its rays fell on the wet cobblestone and covered the melting piles of snow with a bleached glow. The wave of sapphire coats effectively avoided them, keeping close to the shadows of the buildings.

     It appeared that in the sky yet a different kind of journey was in progress. Smitten by the abrupt wind the clouds drifted south faster and faster. In the end, against the background of the navy-blue abyss that flickered with numerous stars only the brightly-shining moon was left. The night was again cloudless.

     With the clock turning to one, the mysterious travellers found themselves near the buildings of the Parliament. It seemed they were planning to proceed along Parliament Street heading towards their destination.

     However, as peaceful as the night was, the more anxious the members of the group appeared to become. Every now and then someone would glance over their shoulders into the dark corners of the streets they passed and the menacing riverbank of Thames as though afraid there was something hiding inside its waters, waiting to leap out and attack the passers-by.

     At that time, an elderly man overtook the rest of the group and caught up with Elizabeth and her husband who were walking at its front. A rapid gust of wind ruffled his snow-white hair and his cape fluttered fainly.

     "Zeke, are you certain we will make it in time?" he asked strictly, glancing nervously at the moon.

     "Indeed, even more so that this night doesn't seem to be favourable towards us!..." gasping for breath, a short man who appeared beside the elderly man in a blink of an eye nodded his head and voice his agreement in a hysterical tone.

     "Of course we will make it in time. It's been a while since I last saw such a peaceful night. Besides, we still have quite a lot of time," replied the leader in an unmoved voice, without a doubt being of the highest rank among the group of sapphire coats.

     "See, that's the thing. This night is too peaceful," replied the taller man with white hair. "There's something bad in the air. I can feel it."

     "I wholeheartedly agree with him, Zeke," broke in the little man. "In addition to that, it's a full moon, don't forget about it!" he added in an even more hysterical tone than before, still gasping from his effort to keep up with the other two. Glancing at the moon, he exchanged a look with the worried old man.

     "How can I forget that it's full moon when the moon is shining right in my face?"

     "I'm aware, but…"

     Zeke's face became more serious now as he frowned, which meant he was slowly losing patience.

     "Stop panicking, you cowards! So what if it's a full moon? I'm not the one who set the date and the length of the journey – nor did I agree on our method of transportation – and the moon, regardless of anything, will not fall onto your heads…"

     "So what if it's a full moon, you say? Electing you as the Highest Priest we regarded you as a responsible person aware of all the dangers related to such circumstances," the hysteric broke in again, not letting the Highest Priest finish his sentence.

     "I assure you, Fulves, that I have not forgotten the most basic things from university and I know what to do when," Zeke began, but his speech was interrupted, this time by his elderly companion.

     "Zeke, forgive me for interrupting," he said, but Zeke looked as though forgiving him for cutting in was the last thing he wanted to do "but at this moment you take responsibility for more than thirty members of the Order and I don't even dare think what Lunarius would say if anything happened during our return…"

     "…walking with such a big group of wizards, Aureus," Zeke finished, paying no heed to the tall man's words and emphasizing the last word of his sentence. "I did all I could. You, gentlemen, have nothing to worry about since in any scenario I would be the one to blame. And don't exaggerate that much. You're no longer little kids taking their first protective spells examination. If there be need, we all know what to do."

     Auerus and Fulves answered the words of the Highest Priest only with silence and seemed to be considering something. A while later they abandoned their argument and changed the subject.

     "In that case, what did you think about the lycanthrope we saw in the Vitreous Palace?" Aureus asked, now calm.

     "Lycanthrope?" Zeke seemed surprised. "Aureus, that was no lycanthrope."

     "What's that?"

     Zeke raised his eyebrows.

     "I see it is not me who needs to refresh their Knowledge of Werewolves," commented the leader.

     "Speak more clearly," Fulves joined the conversation.

     "I have seen cases of delayed transformation stemming from the immunity level of a particular organism and strong psycho, or from the level of the internal change," he explained, "however, I have never before seen a freshly-bitten werewolf who would fully and flawlessly transform into a wolf before the moon has even risen."

     His two companions seemed baffled. Seeing their faces, Zeke continued.

     "When we arrived at the headquarters of the Order of the Vitreous Crystal we were informed that on the day of our departure we will be shown a lycanthrope who had been infected a few days earlier. This they still managed to plan since we were planning to leave on the first night of the full moon. Haven't you wondered why they refused to show him to us as a human, before the full moon? But, returning to the subject, you must have noticed their peculiar reaction when I made the decision we would return a few hours earlier – during the day. They panicked and in the end presented him, or what was supposed to be him, to us in a chamber without windows, did they not?"

     "You mean to tell us that they wanted to trick us?"

     "I noticed their intentions before the end of our first day of stay, Fulves," Zeke replied, "but I kept silent. I needed solid proof, not only suspicions. Eventually, just as I expected, their plan shattered so then they were prone to making mistakes. And they did," the wizard added triumphantly. "They showed us a plain wolf they had caught earlier during the day, a good couple of hours before the rise of the full moon and what's more, lead our delegation into a chamber without windows. Why, you ask? So that none of us would accidentally think to look out of it and notice there is something missing to prove their words true!"

     The two other wizards thought about the leader's words for a while.

     "Quite clever, Zeke. I have to admit that even I got mislead by their explanations," said Aureus. "However, after considering the matter once again I would probably arrive at the same conclusion as you… Only why did you not tell us anything until now?"

     "Exactly, why?" Fulves appeared as impatient as ever.

     "I am planning to do so still," Zeke replied. "Once we return to the castle and meet in the hall. Remember these two things which you should already know by now: first of all, it is not easy to capture a genuine werewolf without the use of spells and methods known exclusively to our Order. And second, no one is able to trick a true Half-Moon Servant on the topic of lycanthropy so easily. As for the reasons for their deceit, I can only think of them wanting to establish an alliance with our Order for economic or even military support."

     "Yes, well, those two things are hard to disagree with," said Fulves. "Although after what happened in the Vitreous Palace I'm beginning to doubt the second thing a little… Generally speaking, of course," he added quickly.

     "I don't think everyone in this group got mislead," Aureus addressed Fulves. "Those who had doubts probably kept silent – like Zeke. In which case the greatest storm will brew after we return."

     "If they deceived us, you're not planning on letting them get away with it, are you?" asked Fulves, whose pride was disproportional to his height.

     "I will report everything to the Elders, then a short letter will be sent to Norway and that will be it," Zeke finished.

     "It may yet be a good thing that you are the Highest Priest," Aureus said. "At least I do not have to worry that the Order will stray from the right path because of my successor," he added. A moment later, together with Fulves he slowed down his pace and detached from the front row, returning to the back of the column. At the time, he wasn't yet aware he had spoken these words too soon.

     Zeke sighed and focused his eyes on the wet pavement.

     "They angered me at the beginning," he said to Elizabeth who silently walked next to him.

     "Don't worry about them," she replied. "You know that Fulves has always been hysterical and prone to exaggerating some things and in Aureus' times lots of things used to be more simple than they are now." She smiled. "And you did the right thing to no longer keep them in the dark about what those magi wanted to…"

     "Mr. Fulves is funny!" Alex's happy voice rang out as she tried to catch every single word of the grown-ups' conversation even though she understood little of it still.

     Among the members of the group there could be heard more and more frequent conversations as though with the flow of time anxiety that lingered over the delegation like the omnipresent shadow of that grim night was beginning to fade. Nobody, however, felt like laughing. Despite the calmness of the superior, the time flew and the moon sailed through the sky farther and farther, slowly heading towards the horizon.

     A high-pitched scream pierced the silence like a gunshot. Immediately the whole group came to a rapid halt. In almost a single motion everyone turned around in the direction from where the voice had come from.

     "What the…?" Zeke mumbled, noticing a circle of his comrades gathered around something which he couldn't yet discern from where he was standing. 

     Elbowing his way through the crowd of glowing capes, he made his way towards its centre from which there came loud but incomprehensible moans. Elizabeth and Alex followed him cautiously.

     The one who had screamed turned out to have been Fulves who was walking in one of the back rows of the column. He was now standing with his legs spread over a puddle of water and throwing nervous glances at the people around him was pointing to something that was floating on its surface.

     "What in the world is it again, Fulves?" Zeke asked furiously, but he was also starting to feel anxiety rising inside him. "Do you want to attract even more attention to us?!"

     "L-look! I k-knew it!..." Fulves mumbled, frantically pointing to the glassy surface of the puddle.

     The Highest Priest's eyes followed his gesture towards it.

     "A patch of fur?" he commented, examining the small floating patch of what looked like animal fur. "Is this why you're making such a ruckus, risking giving away our presence?!"

     Quiet, nervous whispers spread through the group. Zeke threw one strict glance at the crowd and everyone went silent again. One of the men standing behind Fulves slowly approached the puddle and examined it with a curious look.

     "This is no ordinary fur," he frowned.

     "Not ordinary how?" Zeke asked. He came closer to the finding and also crouched over the puddle.

     The man examining the patch of fur carefully raised it to the height of both of their eyes. Not only was there fur – the whole thing reminded one of a shed patch of skin that snakes leave, but covered with hair on the other side.

     "This is not human hair, that's for certain," the man began. "It looks canine. And since no mammal sheds its skin like this, I think you know what this could mean. It also seems fresh."

     "But how is this possible? We weren't even informed…" Zeke was visibly shaken. "If something like this came to pass, I am sure the Elders would have let us know. And yet, no owl and no messenger… Stand back," he commanded and the crowd obediently stepped back from the puddle.

     The Highest Priest reached under the left lapel of his coat and took out something that resembled a metal stick – a wand. About twelve inches long, made of pure silver, with a delicately ornamented shaft. Adorned with three blue crystals it sparkled magically. Tiny sapphires glittered on its engraved emblem.

     The wizard pointed the wand towards the puddle and murmured a spell. From the tip of the wand sprouted a few small silvery sparks – beautiful and lively. For a brief moment they swirled in the air, casting a fleeting glow on the surroundings, before dashing down. The patch of fur along with the shed skin was lifted high above the ground so that all those gathered could see it.

     For a while the crowd stared at it in silence. Then a new wave of whispers broke out.

     "While we cannot be a hundred per cent certain, I think everyone will agree that it's most probably a werewolf," Zeke said, silencing the whispers. "There is a possibility he is somewhere near. However, as long as we follow the main street and keep together, there should be nothing to worry about. If need be, I hope that you once listened well to your lectures at the Lunar University and that you still remember your training and your examination," he added and lowering his hand hid away the wand. The sparks surrounding the patch of fur dispersed immediately and a gust of wind blew it away. "Onwards!" the leader ordered and the group resumed its march.

     After a few minutes of a fast-paced walk, the Highest Priest stopped. Without a word he ordered the rest to follow in suit with a motion of his hand. When all the eyes were turned towards him he started speaking in a loud and clear voice. They were nearing the buildings of the Old Admiralty.

     "We've no more than a ten-minute walk before we reach Trafalgar Square," he announced. "We are progressing according to schedule, which is why I will allow myself a small speech. A group of vaimares is to arrive in the square at two o'clock sharp. From what I was told each member of our delegation will be provided with one of them. I expect no quarrels over this issue. I assure you that each of the guardians is capable of enabling us to reach home safely by the break of dawn. Are there any questions?" he asked, but none of the hands was raised. That cheered him up a little during this grim night. "Alright. If there are no questions, let us proceed."

     The party began to move again. This time Elizabeth and her daughter were trailing along near the end of the column. It could be seen that such a long journey on foot wasn't doing the young one any good and slowly she was becoming increasingly weary.

     Suddenly, behind the backs of the marching people, arose a long, drawn-out howl. The bloodcurdling wail made hair stand on the back of the wizards' necks. Many a head looked back with anxiety, but the street behind them remained equally empty and cold as before. Some of the wizards stopped and observed the surroundings in silence.

     A thick, half-melted patch of snow slid down one of the rooftops and hit the pavement with a plop.

     "I told you we were in bad luck, I told you!..." Fulves began mumbling somewhere in the crowd.

     The rest remained silent, glancing at what their leader's reaction would be. Grave silence hung in the air and nothing apart from the wind shuffling through the naked branches of nearby trees disturbed it. The surrounding thick fog effectively limited vision to just a couple of feet. The delegation resumed a faster even than before march.

     "Whatever it was, it sure sounded hungry…" Fulves said quietly, as if to himself, however Zeke took notice of it and, passing by, bumped the tiny wizard lightly on the head. As a result, the hysteric fell immediately silent and so he stayed.

     Unable to focus as well as before and with their destination at hand, Zeke sprung forward and started talking energetically with a fellow wizard at the front of the column. Alex and Elizabeth, however, stayed visibly behind. Seeing this, the woman decided to stop for a moment to take the girl in her hands.

     It was a matter of seconds. The sound of paws beating fast against the pavement, Alex's cry, the horrible growling and Elizabeth's scream. Lightning-struck, the wizards turned to the back to see what has happened, their wands at the ready in one swift motion.

     On the ground next to the crying child lay the High Priest's wife, a huge creature resembling a hellishly big wolf trampling over her body. The woman's wand lay tossed away a few feet from her. The desperate cries of the victim mingled with the horrid growls of the wolf clawing away at her body. She tried to fight back, but she had no chance against such a large and ferocious enemy.

     A few of the women screamed out when blood appeared on the beast's fangs, red blotches staining the nearby snow. Ripped off patches of the cloak were flying out in every direction. 

     With a lightning speed Zeke tore his way through the dumb-struck crowd of mages and his eyes widened in shock.

     "ELIZABETH!" he screamed and jumped towards the scene, with a single motion taking out his wand. The rest of the wizards snapped out of shock and followed him. "SILVERIUS!" he thundered, pointing the wand at the werewolf before anyone else could do the same.

     A stream of sparks comparable only to a bolt of lightning shot out of its end and struck the great animal with thunderous force. A heart-piercing shriek of pain echoed against the emptiness of the alley and the wolf flew high into the air before hitting the pavement with a loud thud, never to rise again. His body began to change and a moment later in the place of a huge beast there lay a dead man. Only later was it confirmed that the colour of his hair matched the colour of the fur found on the shed patch of skin.

     One of the wizards took care of the little girl. Heart-broken Zeke was holding his dying wife by the hand, tears running to his eyes and a scorching pain in his heart, a little farther away from the rest of the group. Mumbling something incoherently, his eyes were fixated on Elizabeth. Using her remaining strength, she looked into his face and closed her eyes. Sobbing, the Highest Priest gripped her bloodstained hand tighter, deaf to all the sounds of the world. He did not care that in a few hours pedestrians would find the seemingly untouched corpse of the werewolf and the rich stains of blood on the snow and running down to the gutter. He did not care that for the next week the local media will be booming about the questionable demise of a nameless citizen, supplying the public with newer and newer information about the dead-end investigation.

     The rest of the wizards stood speechless, from time to time wiping away tears that uncontrollably filled their eyes. No one dared to speak. Everyone knew that what had happened would change the course of their future.

     In the heart of Ezekiel Arian there began to burn a hatred mixed with a burning thirst for revenge. He loathed them, all of them. He loathed the world, the alley, and himself. But most of all he loathed the man lying a few feet away. That day, he began loathing all those of his kind.

     The sky above thundered and heavy drops of rain began falling down one by one onto the streets of London, directing the trickles of crimson into the nearby gutter. Somewhere from afar, as though from beyond the fog, came the ringing of a bell. The clock struck two.

* Original, untranslated text: summer 2003.*