6 Mother Tanya

The two set out on a clear morning towards Morda the capital city of Fallador. They were only a few hours away so they took their time enjoying the surroundings. They reached the large city around midday and stopped at a diner just inside of town. "Grab you something to eat, I'm going to go up to the church down the street," Calder said handing a few coins to Cassandra. She entered the diner and ordered soup and a piece of bread from the woman standing behind the counter. She sat at a table by a window feeling the sunlight on her neck. She dropped the piece of bread into the soup, making a little splash, soaking it with juice like she had when she was younger. Some children at a near by table giggled and did the same.
Calder continued down the street passing many pleasant people giving them polite greetings as they passed. He had been in this city many years ago and just about everything he could remember was different except for the small church that was now in between two large buildings. He stood in front of the door for a moment as he imagined his life many years ago playing with his baby sister while he could before she had moved. The play area was small now compared to when he was a boy and had become old and decrepit. He entered the small church the doors heavy and creaky from age and set his things behind the first row and walked toward the front where a nun was praying with a man who looked like he had a rough night. The two finished and the man walked out with a joyful look on his face and a spring in his step.
"Good day sir," said the nun. "Hello sister is Mother Tanya here?" Calder asked bowing to the girl. "Yes she is wait one moment while I retrieve her," she said turning and heading through a door that lead to the back.
"Good afternoon," said Mother Tanya walking into the worship room holding an old book, "how have you been my son?" "I am in need of your assistance mother," Calder said, "can we speak in private?" "Yes, Sister Monique can you leave the room for a moment." "Yes Mother," Sister Monique said bowing to them both and exiting the room. "Now what is it that you need,?" Mother Tanya asked sitting next to Calder on a pew. "I have been having painful convulsions and I need your healing powers," Calder said secretively. "Ok I will see what i can do," she said smiling, "how long have you been having these convulsions?" "A few months now," Calder said standing up and turning away from her. She pressed her hands against his back and they started to glow. A warmth ran through her hands into his back and body making him feel warm and comfortable. After a minute or so she released her hands and Calder rolled his shoulders. "Your past and future are colliding and you will not get better until it is resolved," she said.
"Mommy!" Cassandra shouted barging into the church and running toward Mother Tanya throwing her arms around her. "Hi sweetheart!" Mother Tanya said spinning Cassandra around her in a circle, "would it be so hard to greet your mother that way Calder? I stay here worrying about you both with not so much as a letter from you."
"Sorry mom," Calder said shamefully staring at his feet thinking of an excuse but to no avail. "Dear, could I get your help with some repairs on the church," Tanya said grinning at Calder, "oh and I want you to meet my apprentice formally. She just got her wings a few weeks ago and she is still a bit clumsy." "Monique," Tanya chimed into the back room. "Yes Mother Tanya?" Monique responded. "Come here I want you to meet my children."

5 The Battle

The boy awoke and had an estranged look on his face. He gripped his head and started to scream as his body took a new form.
"What is happening to him Erikson?" Calder shouted to the warewolf smirking on top of the roof.
"Can't you tell? He is becoming my own son, a warewolf," Erikson chuckled. "He is becoming my devout minion, who will obey my every command as is with all younglings and their masters." The Boy grew larger and harrier by the minute and soon he looked like a shorter version of Erikson himself. Young one will you show our friend your new power?" he said glancing at the young werewolf. It growled and lept toward Calder, fangs and claws barred. Calder blocked him with his broader sword, catching him on the blunt side of the sword and flinging him back so that he would not kill him.
"What's wrong too scared to fight me yourself?" Calder Shouted mockingly.
"What was that?! You overconfident little half-breed," Erikson snarled angrily. "Youngling take a break he is mine to finish!" He charged off the inn and was striking at Calder with his claw at ferocious speed narrowly missing, hitting Calder's sword instead, but knocking him back with his sheer force of the blow.
"I see that you are finely getting serious Erikson. This will be an interesting fight," Calder said sheathing his sword and calling out to Cassandra, "get me the sword Cassandra!" Cassandra returned into the dark room and the sword appeared from a vortex that Cassandra had summoned. She lept out of the room tossing the sword down to Calder, book in hand, and started reading an spellthat bound the young warewolf in bright, glowing chains. She pulled out a silver dagger from the side of her belt and read another spell that made it glow like the chains.
"I'm sorry," she said before thrusting the dagger into his arm making him yelp and howl worse than when he did when he first transformed. His sounds lessened as he reverted back into a young boy and finally died out as he fell asleep.
"My minion! Why have you done this?" Erikson cried turning to Cassandra who was laying the boy on ground.
"Hey your fight is with me Erikson so let's try not to get distracted or else i may kill you on the spot," Calder said unsheathing the sword. It had what looked like a zig-zag line all along the blunt side which seperated a light and dark side to the sword.
"Ooh that's a pretty sword, Calder, I guess I'll have to take it back to my master when your dead as a gift." Erikson charged again, but this time Calder was ready for him and dodged to the side and swung for Erikson's head who jumped back. Erikson landed twenty feet back and snarled at Calder who ran toward him sword ready to strike, Erikson ready to counter him raised his claws to crush his atempt, but before Calder got within swinging distance he lept over Erikson's head catching him off guard and slashed at his back making the large werewolf to yelp loudly. As Erikson stumbled foward trying to relive the pain on his back Calder sprinted forward to strike him again, but was blown sideways when the werewolf backhanded him tossing him into a fire pit that had been out for hours and was filled with only soot and ash. Erikson stumbled over to where Calder laid and grabbed him as he was getting up holding him by the front of his vest, and knocked his sword to the ground. "You are going to pay for injuring me, boy," Erikson growled rearing his claw to strike. Before Erikson could strike Calder swung his knee into Erikson's jaw making him bite his tounge and howl again in pain. Calder, rolling backward, picked up his sword and slashed at Erikson's sholder's and knees crippling him and finally thrusting his sword through the werewolf's chest who gasped and fell over. Calder stood up away from the beast and collapsed from the fight, victorious but injured.
Cassandra ran to him to see the extent of the damage done to Calder, a torn up shoulder and a few broken ribs. She cast her healing spell over him, helped him up and walked over to his sword and pulled it out of the monster and walked back to the inn. People started to appear at windows and doorways as they watched the victor walk away from the body. The next morning the werewolf was gone, injured and still bleeding. The towns people celebrated again as they did the night of Calder and Cassandra's arrival as they held a feast for the two heroes, the boy personally coming up to thank them for what they had done.