He was always the first to strike; this moment would be no different. As the wolf completed its circle, and faced him dead on once more, Ael jerked his head upwards and swung his knife from behind his back. Expecting the wolf to lunge, Ael had pushed forwards, throwing himself of balance, but instead it ducked backwards, as though it were scared.
Ael wasted no time and picked himself up, rising to his feet this time, he felt strong. He pounced, knife outstretched, but the wolf seemed unwilling to harm him. The menacing beast instead crouched on its hind legs for a moment before digging its ivory claws into the earth, and pushing off in the other direction; running off into the shadowy areas of the forest.
Perplexed, Ael slid his knife back into its sheath and sauntered over to the brook. He peered into the gloom of the forest, which was still hidden in the low light. Now that the threat of a bloodthirsty monster had passed, his thoughts drifted back to last night. It had been so vivid, so real, but... it couldn’t possibly be true.
He dropped to his knees at the river bank, sinking into the mud, and splashed the chilly water into his face. He scrubbed at his face, trying to rid it of the wolf’s stench. As the disturbed water surface retreated to its normal, mirroring calm Ael froze in distress; his skin was white, not just pale like elves’ skin always was, but a sickening, colourless white.
It wasn’t a dream. He reached again into the water, scrubbing at his soot-covered hair, trying to rid it of the ash. He clenched his jaw so tight he thought his teeth would break, saline tears poured down his cheeks and along his taut lips, mixing with the frigid water and washing downstream. Blood spluttered from his mouth as he bit down on his gum, it too mixed with the water, creating a dilute, crimson liquid that washed down the creek.
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