In The End
In every time and in every story there are those called upon by duty or circumstance to defend what they know to be their world. This story follows the development of the werewolves and how a young upstart changed a whole island nation.
Elizabeth Haven looked out over the gloomy rooftops of Dark Haven.
The division between the rich and poor quarters was painfully obvious. The well maintained laminate tile roofs were owned by those with the money to afford such a luxury, none of them being werewolves. The broken shingles and rotting roofs all were separated from the rich people by a thick stone wall, and most of these dwellings were owned by the elderly or werewolves. Every time Elizabeth saw this she wanted to heave.
"Milady?" queried a chambermaid rapping at the door. "Are you decent?"
"Yes, Meredith you may enter." said Elizabeth coldly, "It's sad to see my father's city so divided and not having the power to change it."
"The town council is meeting to day," said Meredith while preparing Elizabeth for the day, "Perhaps you could suggest an act to help the lower class?"
"To what avail? With Chancellor Highgold withholding my right to the throne I can't do much, anything I try to pass he will find a way to vilify."
"Your Highness!" bellowed a messenger as he burst the door open, "A message from Highland Castle just arrived!"
"Wake up!" some voice rang out, "Hey get up man!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" the poor sleeper rose and began to dress himself, "What's
so sure fired important Liss?"
Liss Zerbo stood four-foot-three and was a 'Lizard man' a race of serpentine
Humanoids with a greater medical sense than humans. Liss gave out a particularly uneasy aura of shiftiness.
"Look," said Liss exasperatedly, "I've got some business in Dark Haven so I'm going to need an escort."
"You know I hate Dark Haven and the wolves have been getting bolder about attacking travelers, and I'm not in a hurry to catch Lycanthropy."
"Come on," said Liss, "I'm a healer! I can whip up a potion for that no sweat!"
"Fine! Just give me an hour or so to to get my supplies."
"Meet you at the front gate in an hour." Hissed Liss tartly as he left.
"What an idiot, Dark Haven is more dangerous than the road there. Exactly what would make Liss risk his tail like that?"
"Can you feel it?" said a tall dark werewolf to his shorter, fairer friend, "A storm is brewing."
"I don't smell rain water on the air." Said Rufus Screamer, "Are you sure age isn't catching up to you Highbane?"
Highbane took a deep sigh and said, "No, it's not a thunder storm, the flow of fate seems to be stirring. Something is going to happen, something big."
"So what is the need to go see the Humans' Princess?"
"Diplomacy. Perhaps if we strike a bargain with her we can secure a safety for the Clans."
"I don't think we should trust the humans."
"Look," sighed Highbane. "I trust them just as much as you do, but my issue is that some humans are hunting those of us not living in the city, and the town of Dark Haven needs protection. So if we move in humans may not hunt us down. But our biggest issue is that the island has been suffering since King Haven died. Part of our job is to get his daughter on the throne so we can run free again."
A young werewolf whispered something in Rufus's ear, and Rufus repeated the message,"Sir your escort to Dark Haven is ready."
"Rufus I'm leaving the pack in your hands. Don't let me down."
"I won't!" Rufus exclaimed as Highbane disappeared into the forest, "I won't let you down."
"Do you think he's running a fool's errand?" asked the young werewolf.
"Lets hope not, the burden of rule may prove too much for me."
"Dibs on his prize elk skeleton," said the young one, and Rufus looked at him with disbelief.
Liss Zerbo was waiting impatiently at the front gate of Cheapside, the small poverty stricken town where he lived.
"Humans are so slow," Hissed Liss, "Why does it take them so long to gather a couple of supplies?"
"Shut up you lousy Zard!" said a rather grumpy looking dwarf, "What has your kind ever done?"
"For one," sighed Liss, "If my race wasn't as good with herbs as we are you might not have most of your cure-alls."
"Bah! Anyone can boil leaves! Lets see your kind craft master weapons."
"A stick can be as deadly a weapon as a sharpened axe," snapped Liss, "And it's rather difficult to find the right ingredients and their ratios."
"Oh a 'stick' huh? You wanna see my 'stick'?" The dwarf pulled a hatchet off of his belt and swung at Liss.
"Liss! Hop on!" said some idiot charging on a horse. In confusion Liss grabbed onto the horses neck and was dragged along the road to Dark Haven.
"Your timing is impeccable," grunted Liss trying not to fall of the horse.
"Always glad to be of assistance friend!" said the rider, grinning from ear to ear. He helped Liss onto the saddle and said, "It's an hours ride from here to Dark Haven, as the hawkmen fly."
"And with the way you ride we'll arrive in full body casts."
"Just a little" he said, giving a boisterous laugh into the wind.
The meeting room had a dense atmosphere, and the melancholy old men were deliberating to themselves over Princess Haven's "Fair Housing" act.
Chancellor Highgold waved his walking cane over the towns map, inspecting every alleyway as he did. Chancellor Highgold was an elderly man with the countenance of a statue, his steel gray eyes and snow white hair made him look older than the city. Everything about him made people tremble in his presence.
"This will never work," said Highgold skeptically, "The city is better to have the Werewolves know their place. I move that we change the guard, the Werewolves are getting very restless."
"Preposterous!" yelled Elizabeth, "The lower class have suffered enough. Guard duty is practically all you'll let them hold for jobs, if you take that away then what do they have?"
"Young lady, the Armed service is open to all..."
"All I'm asking for is a small team of carpenters to maintain the poor quarter. Is that so hard?"
"What about their compensation? Or supplies? If you've forgotten, Highland castle has declared war with us. How do you suggest we get this done?"
"I'm expecting two Ambassadors from the Zardian and Lycan peoples. If we can get them to help us we can help repair and defend Dark Haven."
"And how are we to trust them, they hate humans!"
Elizabeth looked ready to smack Highgold when she said, "I'm going to the front gate, they should be arriving soon."
"Get out of our way Zard!" Growled Highbane, "You're in no position to deny us access to the city!"
"Leave Liss alone!" said the foolish brave.
"Don't get up," yelled Liss, "You've got Lycanthropy, if you exert yourself physically it'll take effect faster!"
The gates of the city opened and Elizabeth walk forth asking, "What's going on here?"
"Treason! This Werewolf wants to kill you." Hissed Liss
"Lies! You can never trust a Zard!" Growled Highbane
"Stop!" Elizabeth tried to stop them but they jumped at each other and the last thing heard was her screaming.