The Silver Grim

The flow of silver only the purest may touch, for if you shall not be pure then the heart will collect. Realms of evil and misguided spirits with the touches of purity will finally meet. Will the evil take over and feed the demons, or will the good prevail? In the environment of darkness the battle between the living and nonliving wages on as a new battle comes along between the realms. Alliances will be made and packs secured in an effort to save the species. What will happen if the onlooker becomes the fighter and everything they know is destroyed?

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5. Archer

When Danielle comes back to her normal human state she gasps for air as thought she had just been punched in the stomach. Still gasping for air she gets up from her knees but fails and falls back down with a small thud on the hardwood. I wanted to smile at it but it was my job to protect her and still be part of my pack. Now that the alpha is gone someone needs to take his place. She could if she wanted to but it would be odd to have someone who could just stop being were run the pack. 

I watch her red hair move in the breeze even as she falls and starts to vomit everything she had eaten before. I sigh and move to her side to hold her hair back from her face. She must have felt me because when she stopped tossing her stomach up she looked over at me again. I was so startled that I almost jumped back and away from her. "You can see me," I said. It wasn't a question but she answered it like it was. Danielle nodded slowly and watched me as I sat back on my hunchs and watched her for a moment before I felt a smile on my face. "You take after her you know. Your mother and you are so much alike," I told her and helped her move to the bedroom. I was going to have to clean up her mess later but for now, I was going to wait for her to go to sleep. 

I helped her into her sleeping clothes and helped her to bed even if she kept telling me, "I am fine. Really I have to go and clean up."I shook my head at her. I pushed her back in the bed and laid down right next to her. She watched me for a moment before she sighed and went to sleep. The moment she went to sleep I slipped out of the room to clean up the mess that had been made on the four-year-old tree monster carpet. I had no idea why people had these. They are about as comfortable as fighting a talking moving tree with your hands. It is impossible to do it I have found out as I died trying to do it. Thank Drago I made friends with a witch. Maybe I should not say thank Drago maybe I should say something like a curse that old hag that did that to me but I don't know. I kinda like life at the moment. 

I forced my mind back to what I was doing and found that I had already finished my task. I almost ran a hand through my hair before I caught myself and went to wash my hands before I looked at what I had done. It looked like I had done a good enough job of cleaning up after her and I went back to her room to watch over her as she slept. I took one look at her before I noticed that she was shivering and had not pulled a blankt over herself. 

I fought the urge to laugh at the silly thought that popped into my mind and went to find a blanket to keep her warm while she slept. It took me long enough to try and find out where she had moved the blankets that I did not even care which one I grabbed off the top of the pile. I threw it over her and fixed it so that it covered her whole being in sleep. It seemed I had grabbed a Catoblepas pelt from the pile and it was lucky I did. those things are nice and warm if you just let them sit on you for a while. They were almost always soft after a wash or two to get the blood out of them and then they were good enough that many young children these days wear them to bed. Although I would have loved to see a young child growing up in this war going on right now. 

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