My name is Analaag.  All my life I dreamed of being  a sorceress.  I was born a werewolf.  I’ve been feared everywhere I go.  Some men have tried to slay me, so my parents sent me to live with  my relatives on some island called  Canbridge.  After four days on a ship, I learned my whole clan had been murdered.
 

 Finally we reached the island and as we got to the dock, a horse and carriage pulled up.   Through the window I could see a handsome human.  He glanced at me, but I started getting pushed at by a gruff looking dwarf.
“Come with me.” he said, “I am Flagent.  I will bring you to your village.”  I knew that any species could be werewolves, but a dwarf?  I walked along with him thinking  about the human.
 “Flagent? Who was that man in the carriage?” I asked.
“You’ll have nothing to do with that prince!” he said furiously. Prince? I wondered.
 

 After ten minuets of walking, I looked up.  Flagent was no where to be seen.  I was standing by an old hut.  An old  gnome walked out.  “Come inside” he said “It’s freezing out”  I humbly walked inside.  His house was all very normal except for one thing.  On a desk lay a spell book.  I looked at it.  “You aren’t the only one who has been interested in that” the man said, “ A couple years ago an elf came in here and tried to snatch it.  But where are my manners, I am Gallard.”
I told Gallard my name, and my dream of being a sorceress.  He said that he might be able to help.
 

 I spent half a month cleaning, weeding, harvesting, and other chores.   Then for the next five weeks, I studied and learned like I never had.  Finally  Gallard said,
“I can teach you no more.”  With that he handed me his spell book and said farewell.
 

 I lay under the shade of an apple tree and looked through my new book.  There were interesting spells in it.  Like,  burning hands, change self, and binding.  Suddenly an elf walked out of the forest.  I mumbled the  words for ‘change self.’  All the elf would see was a tree.  Silently, I watched as he grew wolf-like and trotted off.  He was a were-wolf.  I followed him as a wolf.  Not using a spell, but my heritage.   I soon lost him, though.   Suddenly a voice said “Good day to you madam.”
 
 
 

 I spun around.  I was still a wolf! How could he know?  “I am Aryak.  A humble oracle.  I knew  you would come.  Please enter,  Analaag.”
I gasped, and entered.  His home was a little bigger than Gallard’s.  I see you carry a spell book.  I had  put it in a book bag and carried it on my back, when I was a wolf.
He smiled as I returned  to my normal form.  “I know many things,” he started, “I know the destiny laid upon many.  Including myself.  Like meeting you, or Malaar, but that’s not important now.  I need a favor.  I need you to take this scroll to the king.  His castle is just north-east of here.  I know that you’ll do it. It’s very important.  Here take this with you.”  Then he shoved me out the door.   I held in my hand, a scroll and a sword.  I could tell right away that it had a spell on it.  I closed my eyes and thought for a bit.  This sword.....could destroy any magical object.    I lashed the sheath to my belt and headed north-east.
 

  After two days I reached the kingdom.  “A scroll for the king” I called to the guards.  Slowly the gate rose.  I entered the hall, and was escorted to the throne room by a pair of knights.   I handed the scroll to the king.  “It’s from Aryak” I stated.  The king read the scroll and frowned and asked “Young lady, would you be so kind as to stay the night?”
 

 The next day the king told me of his position.   The evil enchantress on the top of Mount Dragon had retrieved a golden sphere from the bottom of the ocean.  With that sphere she could destroy anything.  He wanted me to lead a band of warriors to get the sphere and destroy it.  I said  I would.  As I left I caught sight of the prince, and smiled.
 

 We walked for a week until we reach a part of the mountains we could scale.  For two days we climbed and finally came to rest.    I sat on a stone which suddenly toppled.  I got up and saw  a  throwing dagger.  I picked it up and put it in my shoe. Just to be safe.
 

 The next day  we walked for a while  until we reached a valley.   Without warning a giant rat attacked.   I unsheathed my sword, but the rat knocked it out of my hand and I watched as it soared over a cliff.  I pulled out my dagger and slayed the rat.
It was dead but the sword was gone.
 
 
 

 After two more weeks we reached the  peak of Mount Dragon and saw  The sorceress Windoli’s castle.  After we had  gotten into the castle, we  split up  to search, I entered  a great hall and saw the  sphere. I ran in and picked it.  “Stop!” said a voice.  I didn’t.  I ran out onto the cliff face.  With Windoli behind me, I decided I only had one choice.  I jumped.  The ground flew up at me.  I quickly recited the spell for ‘floating’.   I landed softly on the ground.  Beside me lay my sword.  I picked it up and swung at the sphere.  I t shattered and exploded.
 

 I regained consciousness in  Gallard’s hut.  I was told that I had been  in a coma for three months.  Gallard had found me two days after I had broken the sphere.  I thanked him, and departed.   I walked through the forest until I reached  a group of rocks.  Suddenly a dragon   landed in front of me, Fire snorting through his nostrils.  I cried out the ‘burning hands’ spell.  My fire mixed in with his.  Finally the dragon fell dead.  I nearly died myself, but  a group of  forest elves picked me up and took me to their  village.
 

 I woke up outside the forest.  I couldn’t remember what happened to the elves.  I walked  for a couple days until I reached a long valley.  I entered it and saw  many people.  Elves, gnomes, dwarves, humans, and Flagent.  He cried out to me.  I was with my family.
 

 After a year with the wolves,  I headed out of the valley.  I walked for a while into some hills.  Suddenly I sighted movement.  I could see a lizard’s head pop up.  A big one.   I knew I was in the hills of the lizard men.  Then everything faded.
 

 Nine days later I came to.  I pile of dead lizard men lay in front of me.   Then I realized it.  The dagger was the source of it all.  I don’t know how I knew.  I knew it was all Windoli’s fault.
 
 

 I walked for  three weeks to the mountain. It took me two weeks to scale it.   I  broke into Windoli’s castle  and plunged the dagger into her heart.  Then I fainted.  Again.
 
 

 I slowly made my way back to the castle.  I entered and was greeted warmly.  I strode up to the prince.  “I am Analaag.” I said.
“I am Prince  Dewlor.” he replied.    We saw much of each  other that week.   One day  Aryak walked in to the throne room.  He walked up to me  and said, “As you know, I know many things.  And this I know.  You must leave Canridge.”  I knew it was no use to argue.  I told Dewlor this and he shouted, “If you leave, I leave as well”  He told his father this, who accepted  his decision.
 

 The next day at dawn,  Dewlor and I got on a pair of the king’s finest steeds.  We rode for a couple of hours and finally reached the dock.  Dewlor handed the elf  in charge a bag of coins and we were off.
 

 We  sailed for four days toward no where in particular.  As we sailed, I drew a map.  It included the castle, Gallard’s hut, the forest and other places.  I also write this log of my  journey.   Who knows.  It might get even longer.
 
 
 

   The end.
      (For now)