Chapter Fifty-One

Somewhere else in the English countryside, things were not going so well.

Hariel ducked an aether bolt, and threw a handful of wooden darts.  None of the reached their mark.  That mark would be Elanor, chasing him through the underbrush, cursing all the while.  Hariel didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he had decided to help her, but he did now-he had gotten into full-on crazy.

Elanor had seemed a damsel in distress, and had gotten him to rescue her.  However, once she realized he lived in the forest, things got nasty.  It made no matter that Hariel lived comfortably, she hated outside, hated the lack of technology, and hated the lack of people to boss around.  In fact, she pretty much hated everything except Hariel.

He might be the only thing she didn’t hate, and as such, she decided to throw herself at him and fight him, alternately.  Not that it was a conscious decision, as such, but that was how it worked out.  Hariel wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with lunar cycles.  He had always believed in werewolves, anyway. 

If she wasn’t sharing his bed, she was following him around, watching as he took care of the forest.  If he fought, she fought.  Hariel thought it like unto a marriage, Elanor thought it like unto having a pet, and for the most part they were contented.  However, there were some days…

“What the hell were you doing?”

“I don’t know, I thought I was taking care of the forest.  Just what ARE you doing,anyway?”

“I thought I was taking care of you!”

“Do I look like I need someone to take care of me?”  To underline his point, he punched a tree.  The bark and outer wood splintered, exposing the heartwood.  Sticky, sweet-smelling sap ran from the rent in the tree.  He cracked his knuckles loudly.  Her expression did not change.

“Oooh, I can do that too…”  She fired an aether blast at the tree felling it with him stnding beside.  Only his aether-sharpened reflexes saved him from its path.  Hariel’s rage was mounting, and he tore off a branch and threw it at her.  She blasted it aside, and the bolt flew at Hariel, who intercepted it with the armored back of his hand.  It tore away the flesh, exposing the new bony growths to the air in a cloud of red mist.

Elanor paused in her attck, and that was the opening he was looking for-he stabbed her with one of his spurs, causing her to collapse at his feet.

“Always wondered what those did to humans.  Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained…

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