Dark Offspring 6

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Dark Offspring 6 by An old sage

When the dire wolves had first started roaming the woods in search of blood, Sigurd, fearing for his life and that he would be blamed, gathered his things and moved to an old mountain retreat that had been abandoned for many years. Sigurd sat by a window staring out into the falling snow. Thoughts of his wife had been flooding through his mind ever since he had left. What if she returned? What if the Dire Wolves found her and... He couldn't bare to finish the thought.

Just then he heard a tapping at his door. At first he thought it might be his wife, but then he realized how improbable that was. He strode over to the door and cautiously opened. Standing there in the falling snow was a figure wearing a brown hooded cloak. Although Sigurd lived as a hermit, he still had a heart so he invited the stranger in and led it to a seat by the fireplace. The stranger rubbed its hands to for a minute and then lifted back its hood. He was surprised to see the face of his sister, Ilyana.

She looked up at him and smiled coldly. "Hail Brother," she said. "I trust you are finding your hermitage as pleasant as ever."

Sigurd nodded slowly. He couldnt help but feel nervous. There was some reason why his sister was there. He knew too well to believe that she would merely make a two day journey just to make a social call. He looked up into her eyes. They seemed bloodshot, At first he thought that she might not have gotten enough sleep. Then he realized that it was not the white of her eyes that were red. Rather it was her pupils. He felt a chill go up his spine.

"Why are you here?"

"Well arent we feeling friendly today," Ilyana smiled, her teeth figuring prominently. "True I am not here for pleasantries"

"I knew it," thought Sigurd. As if reading his mind, Ilyana turned to face him.

"Yes this is about your 'wife'," Ilyana spoke the words slowly making in sure they had their full impact.

"What of her?

Where is she?

Whats happened?"

"Dear brother since you never listened to me when I spoke with you before. Why should I tell you now?"

Sigurd resisted the urge to grab her by her throat and demand and answer. Instead he merely said, "Tell me"

Ilyana could tell by the tone of his voice that wouldnt be wise to play guessing games with him. So she decided to skip right to the point. "Your wife was accused of being in league with the Dire Wolves.

More specifically she was accused of murdering the Village Elder's daughter in cold blood. Sigurd stared at his sister. At first he thought that she must be still playing games with him, but something in her eyes told him that what she said was true. Sigurd's head reeled. So many emotions came flooding in that he didnt know how to deal with them. So he gritted his teeth and pushed his emotions aside. He was going to see that justice was done. "Is this true? When did this happen?" "I am afraid so Yesterday, near evening..." Sigurd grab his trusty staff hurridly packed some provisions and rushed out the door leaving his sister staring after him...