CHAPTER 30:A Wolf's Tale 1

Elsewhere in the elven kingdom of Elyria, the order of the Night were battling it out with a melee force of what appeared to be the brotherhood.

To an outside observer, it might be a little hard for one to discern the Night from the Brotherhood, as a result of the two group both being dressed in black hooded costumes.The only notable difference being the panther head emblem embroidered on the back of the assassins as opposed to the completely plain dark robes worn by the brotherhood.

A fraction of the elven royal army eventually joined in assisting the Night, both sides fighting hard to bring the capital to order.

In the middle of all this conflict was Bethran; laughing and grinning wildly from the current bloodlust that threatened to erase whatever bit of sanity that the burly assassin still had left.

Surrounding him were the butchered bodies of countless brotherhood elves whose faces still retained what was left of their dying screams.

Using his right elbow to smash an elf's nose, Bethran laughed maniacally when the elf collapsed onto the ground; painting the cobblestone beneath him red while his split head appeared to be staring back at its murderer.

"There doesn't seem to be an end to them" Bethran cursed swinging the mighty cutlass and in the process dividing a hooded elf.

"What in tarnation could make our fellow elves join such rebellion?" a nearby elven soldier asked out loud, tears welling up in his eyes when he beheaded a brotherhood female. "And in such numbers? The soldier once again questioned moving unintentionally closer to Bethran.

"That just goes to show how pleased your fellow elves are with the 'Order of the Phoenix' Bethran replied weaving out of a deadly slash and reciprocating with a vicious kick that shattered the ribs of his attacker. "The painful thing is the fact that most of them are just being used as cannon fodder" the soldier lamented. "Which only makes you wonder what the brotherhood offered that made them ready to die for their cause".

"Is the queen still in the capital? Bethran asked taking a small breather when no other enemy seemed to be in sight.

"She and the remaining part of the royal army are currently engaging some beasts that just showed up on the fringes of Elyria" the soldier replied though he had expected the Night to be aware of that, "After all they're the ones that warned her of the attack".

"Beasts? Just how far are these filth willing to go?

TyA cynical voice from afar said, interrupting the two as he walked forward.

The two turned, weapons dripping blood, observing the redheaded man heading their way.

"That face and smile look awfully familiar" the soldier thought scratching his head and desperately trying to remember the human standing before him.

The burning flames of the numerous torches and flames in the capital brought the man's figure into complete view. His hair was bright crimson swaying in the night wind like the flames illuminating him but the most astonishing and peculiar thing about this man was his body.

The armor on him was a striking crimson color along with the cloak and hood covering his shoulders and head.

"Nice to see you didn't die Bethran" the man smiled; the slightly crazed look in his eyes disappearing for a moment and appearing almost instantly when he stared into the elf's eyes.

"I would have said the same Elder Magnus but I already know that a battle of this proportion isn't of the level to even think of posing a threat to you" Bethran said smiling as he bowed his head.

As Magnus came closer and extended an arm to pat Bethran's back, the soldier finally understood why the entire armor seemed crimson at first glance.

The armor was in fact black and had only looked crimson because of the amount of blood that had painted it dark surface.

"I knew it, that's the 'Crimson Killer'" the elf shivered realizing that the tales regarding the dreadsome Night elder were actually true. "But how can one even get bathed in blood like that, it's almost as if he used a paintbrush to paint ".

Magnus after exchanging a few pleasantries with his fellow assassin, continued walking forward not even sparing the elf a single glance.

"I guess it's true" the elf unknowingly muttered out loud. "What is? Asked Bethran.

"The fact that he despises elves with his entire being".

Bethran didn't say anything and only nodded confirming that this was indeed true. "What is your order going to do now? The soldier asked stretching his back and sighing in relief when a war horn confirmed that the capital had now been secured.

"Not sure but I have been assigned another task to accomplish now that the capital seems to be safe from all threats" Bethran replied cleaning his cutlass before he strapped it onto his back.

"Very well I wish you good luck" the soldier waved walking away to join the rest of his ivory armored comrades.

Bethran waved back and headed towards the capital gate where the rest of the night were currently gathered.

Cassandra and Alexandre addressed the Night shortly, giving a short condolence speech for the dead before informing them that they will be moving to Magnitia to assist in the battle against the brotherhood.

Many of the assassins were shocked but didn't let it show on their faces, for they had only expected the brotherhood to send a few men to Magnitia in order for them to try and assassinate the princess. Men that Leo would be more than able to take care of, but now it seemed that a lot more were wreaking havoc throughout the human kingdom. However, having been trained to fight battles and wars, many of the Night didn't complain and instead waited for the portals required to convey them all to Magnitia.

Some mages in the elven army gladly helped and soon the Night departed in golden lights.

They landed in the capital, which couldn't be helped, for the elven mages hadn't been too much places in the human kingdom and as such could only transport them to the only place in Magnitia that they had all been to. As expected Magnitia greeted the party of two hundred with smoke, fire and numerous dead bodies littering the streets not to mention the loud clashes of blades coming from afar.

The Night continued to head forward following the noise of battle until they arrived at the site of the conflict and not waiting for any introduction they quickly took action joining the Red armored Magnitian knights in the fight for their kingdom.

Meanwhile on a quiet road that led straight to the castle was Bethran running swiftly as he began the task assigned to him.

***********************************************

Hope you have been enjoying the book so far? If so don't forget to vote and comment for only through that can I get the motivation to better my work .

I apologize for the mistake I had made. Wulfe is actually a Supreme, only Patricia is the superintendent.