Kelara considered this. It seemed true enough, and she could sympathise with the man. It was hard being shoved off to the forest of magic, where the frightened people put anybody who was supposed to be magic, to get rid of them. While she was thinking, Tyven spoke again.
"Umm, Kelara? Nator asks you to come down and fight him."
"Why?"
"You killed his wife, Tera. This is a fight between you and him though, so I'll stay out of it."
"She was trying to kill me!"
"No she wasn't, none of us were. We were simply looking to find out who the newest inmate was, and you attacked us."
"Oh."
"So come down, and fight. I won't interfere."
"Fine." Kelara came warily down, until she stood at the foot of her tree.
Tyven stepped back, glancing from werewolf to vampire.
"Ready?" he asked, "Then go."
Nator jumped, teeth bared to kill Kelara. She dodged, but not quickly enough as he sank his fangs into her injured thigh.
She screamed in pain, forcing herself to stay still so she wouldn't jump back and leave her skin in his mouth. She fought the pain and maneged to gain control of her brain, then bent down and bit Nator in the neck.
Tyven, watching, started.
"Kelara, Nator, stop right now."
Nethier of them moved.
"Nator, let go! THEY are coming!"
Nator let go his hold, spitting flesh onto the ground.
Suprised, Kelara stopped as well, looking at Tyven and Nator in puzzlement.
"What?" she asked, "what's going on? I thought we were fighting, now you say stop?"
Tyven's face grew hard.
"Kelara, shut up right now OK? We haven't much time so let me talk. There's us, then there's the others. We are good people, they are... well.. not. They are powerful."
"Who are they?" Kelara panicked, "what are they? Vampires like me? Werewolves? What? Are they trying to kill you?"
"They are vampires, werewolves, wizards, enchanters......."
"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!" Kelara yelled, "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
"Umm, Kelara? Nator asks you to come down and fight him."
"Why?"
"You killed his wife, Tera. This is a fight between you and him though, so I'll stay out of it."
"She was trying to kill me!"
"No she wasn't, none of us were. We were simply looking to find out who the newest inmate was, and you attacked us."
"Oh."
"So come down, and fight. I won't interfere."
"Fine." Kelara came warily down, until she stood at the foot of her tree.
Tyven stepped back, glancing from werewolf to vampire.
"Ready?" he asked, "Then go."
Nator jumped, teeth bared to kill Kelara. She dodged, but not quickly enough as he sank his fangs into her injured thigh.
She screamed in pain, forcing herself to stay still so she wouldn't jump back and leave her skin in his mouth. She fought the pain and maneged to gain control of her brain, then bent down and bit Nator in the neck.
Tyven, watching, started.
"Kelara, Nator, stop right now."
Nethier of them moved.
"Nator, let go! THEY are coming!"
Nator let go his hold, spitting flesh onto the ground.
Suprised, Kelara stopped as well, looking at Tyven and Nator in puzzlement.
"What?" she asked, "what's going on? I thought we were fighting, now you say stop?"
Tyven's face grew hard.
"Kelara, shut up right now OK? We haven't much time so let me talk. There's us, then there's the others. We are good people, they are... well.. not. They are powerful."
"Who are they?" Kelara panicked, "what are they? Vampires like me? Werewolves? What? Are they trying to kill you?"
"They are vampires, werewolves, wizards, enchanters......."
"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!" Kelara yelled, "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
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