Werewolf XXXII: The Lost Age

[Volo]

Enhilion was running through the empty streets. Suddenly he heared voices, it was Firithhyando, the second youngest Vampire. Firithhyando was talking to Numundo, the middle Vampire.

Numundo continued the talk in the usual hoarse voice ”…if he fails. You know how gentle he is. I doubt he’ll do it”.

Firithhyando, Enhilion’s best friend, answered, ”He might be gentle, but he fights better than you” .

”Not true”, grumbled Numundo.

”Maybe not, but I’m sure he’ll do just fine”, Firithhyando tried to convince Numundo, but without much success.

Enhilion pressed himself hard against the wall, he knew that they were talking about him. Was something important being hidden? Fear came to him as he heared steps closen. They went by, it was Lossenatar, only the King was older than this great warrior.

”Arguing about the kid? The King wants him to go with us, so that’s what will happen”, Lossenatar wasn’t angry, but seemed rather troubled.

Enhilion felt uneasy, if even Lossentar was worried, this mission must be hard indeed. What if he blundered…

Firithhyando said, ”See there Num, I told you. He’ll manage”. To everybody’s dismay Lossenatar mumbled ”I hope…”