Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 (25 page)

He added, “And Jorgul, my dear friend John, might have been alive today.”

Tears rolled down his cheeks. Her mouth fell open, she gasped, “You cry for him!” She fell to her knees and said, “Your compassion gives me strength, Lord Silvermoon. From this day on, my people and I will do whatever you command.”

He wiped his face and pulled her one-handed to her feet and embraced her. “I am not your lord, Princess Raylin, I am your friend, your brother was my friend, and that is why I weep.”

“Were you there at his demise?”

“Yes, he almost killed Ingrid, a human friend of ours, we found her in time, brought her to safety and then we pursued him. We killed him along with Reega.”

“Yes, I heard of their deaths, Reega has paid for her mistake.” She sighed heavily, “Your friend may have discovered Jorgul’s real self, and he must have panicked, he was rather old, his time was nearing and his judgement must have failed him.”

They both turned to the entrance as Helga came through. Seawan was with her and they all bowed to one another. Helga smiled and said, “Princess Raylin, let us all return to the place where Chanteline lay, there we can, with the help of the elves and the support of the werewolves, work something out, for I believe Chanteline has many powers, and Jason and I will find a way to return your people to what they were before.”

Chapter nineteen.

Chanteline.

One week later a great host gathered outside the Townsend house. To our eyes they would have appeared like any other crowd, but they were Elves and half-elves, werewolves and halflings, and goblins in human form. They watched in silence as Helga, Derek, Silvern, Seawan, Jason and Jennifer entered the house. The trolls, for obvious reasons, stayed hidden in the woods
on the other side of the river.

With Helga leading them they took the stairway to the cellar. They entered the vault and Helga laid herself down inside the sarcophagus. Jason and Jennifer lifted the stone slab and set it in place. Silvern set the lamp used to light their way, down by the doorway and placed the rune stone on its stand on top of Helga’s resting place.

Jason, standing at the head of the stone coffin, placed his hand on top of the rune stone and the others formed a half-circle behind him. The stone glowed, first dully, and then frighteningly bright, forcing all present to screw their eyes shut, all that is, except Jason.

The lamp by the doorway dimmed and a ghostly figure appeared before him, standing at the other end of the stone coffin. The figure took shape, it was a young woman dressed from head to foot in a shimmering silver gown, and her eyes were silver too. She
smiled and said. “I am
Chanteline
;
this planet is now my home. You, Silvermoon, are the chosen one amongst the wolf people, you share your life with an el
f, her grace has mingled with you
rs, you can hear her thoughts, and she yours. Soon you will be able to hear your son’s thoughts as he speaks to you from the womb. Yes, Jason Silvermoon Longfellow, you are to be a father.

She paused then continued in a serious tone, “My sister Helga told me she had a special request, to release the goblins from their curse.”

She came closer and took Jason’s hand, he gasped, her skin was cold, like ice, she placed his hand against her breast and took an enormous breath. When she breathed out again ice crystals formed in the air, filling the entire room. Then the bright
ness changed to darkness and her voice rang out
, “Now we come to the time of forgiveness, the time of change. The mountain elves are no longer goblins, their trolls are cattle once more, and they can return to
their northern lands once again…
”
Her voice trailed off and Jason heard another one.

He heard Jennifer speaking to him, “Jason, Jason wake up.”

He felt her hand slapping his cheek gently, he took hold of it and asked her, “Did you hear any of that?”

“Yes, we heard the vo
ice
of Chanteline. How sad, all those years of fighting, killing and dying. At last we can live in peace once more.”

He picked up the rune stone and gave it to her. “It is time to show ourselves.”

Jennifer walked out into the sunlight and held up Chanteline, a great roar rose from the crowd and she heard her name, “Lavendel, Lavendel.”

Jason came to her side and they called his name too, “Silvermoon, Silvermoon.”

Princess Raylin came forward, Jason stared at her, her hair was fair, her features were no longer waxen, and her eyes, a sparkling green, crinkled as she smiled. She lifted her hair away from her ear, which was now oval. He said, “You are truly an elf, Princess Raylin.”

She came near and said, “Silvermoon, Lavendel, my name is now Rosetta. My people and I are indebted to you. We will now return to our homelands and the dwarves will accompany us. We miss the mountains, but we will mine no more, we will be shepherds, we
will raise goats
and sell our produce, but not for gold, that I promise.”

Jason sniffed the air, “I can smell roses.”

Rosetta said, “That is me, hence the name.”

He looked at Jennifer. “But of course, Lavendel – Lavender, that is why I can smell Lavender when you are near.”

Jennifer resisted an eye-roll and kissed him on the cheek then said to Rosetta, “Chanteline has given you all long-life. We will visit you one day if you so wish and we can talk about our children and discuss their future.”

Tears of joy rolled down their cheeks and they embraced briefly. Rosetta brushed the tears away with her fingers and said, “And we will rejoice at your coming.”

As Jennifer dried her tears, Ingrid pushed her way through the crowd, “Jason, Jason, have you seen Derek, he has changed, look at him.”

They saw a familiar face approaching, a much younger one than the one they first saw in the Welsh hills not long ago. Derek came to them and they saw Julia, her features had also altered, the middle-aged couple were young once more, and Derek asked them, “What has happened to us, is this long-life?”

Jennifer’s mouth fell open, “Oh my goodness, Chanteline has granted everyone here today with long-life,” she looked at Ingrid, “You too it seems.”

Lionel, standing beside Ingrid, caught her as she fainted.

Yvette appeared and said as the poor girl regained her wits, “Welcome to the club, Ingrid, dear sister,” then she turned and pointed towards the river as a herd of highland cattle crossed the ford and headed towards them, “Oh look, here come the trolls.”

Epilogue.

Jason Townsend-Longfellow.

Nine months to the day of Jason and Jennifer’s wedding, their son arrived. It was a normal enough birth with Jason attending. A great relief after ten fingernail-biting hours of waiti
ng
.

With all the grandparents present at the christening, Jason told them, “We have decided to name him John, after a friend of whom I knew very little, lost in conflict, but will never be forgotten.”

Jason passed his final examination and became a Vetinary surgeon. His parents returned to
France
with Yvette and Lionel where she continued her studies and became a solicitor.

The Longfellow’s extended their farmland.

Jason built a house not far from Crow’s hill, there followed other births and Jason and his family bred sheep, for wool and milk and he took over from the local Vetinary surgeon when he retired.

Rosetta visited them with her family. She brought with her a small herd of goats and left with one of the Townsend-Longfellow’s prize rams and six ewes.

Ingrid brought her parents and Reginald to visit them, she didn’t tel
l them that Jason
was a werewolf and his wife an elf, for she believed that if she did so they would have her institutionalized.

Yvette arrived with Lionel and three sets of twins, and left with two pairs of alpacas.

And there the story ends…

Well, almost…

Jessie.

I came home late due to the storm, which had come as a surprise in the late afternoon. The thunder and lightning had scattered the sheep far and wide.

After rounding up the last of the stragglers with Jessica, Johnny, Julio, and Jolie - Jessie’s offspring, I herded them into the barn and sent the dogs to their kennels. I had to move on to my step-parents farm, Mum had telephoned Jennifer and she told me in her usual fashion.

I rode over on Aries, and as soon as I entered the old farmhouse I knew why I had been summoned, and Dad confirmed it by saying, “She’s sleeping now,” and as I entered the room I sensed her joy at seeing me.

We laid her to rest the next day in a pine box beneath the apple tree. Dad laid a stone over her grave.
“Beloved Jessie”
was inscribed there. He told me he had chiselled it out himself a while ago.

The fox came the next evening, old and tired-looking, walking slowly past us as we sat on the veranda. He went straight to her grave and lay down beside it. I walked over to him and he turned his head towards me. I stroked his grey-flecked fur and scratched him gently behind the ears and I sensed his joy, then he laid his head on his paws and like Jessie, closed his eyes for the last time.

Now there are two graves beneath the apple tree.

End.

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