Shining like the moon

He stood behind his sister as she comforted the small girl, smiling the entire time to try and back her up. She always did have a much easier time with comforting people than he did or at least that was what he thought. Maybe it was because she was a girl or something. He probably would never be able to figure that out for sure.

Cirven wasn't exactly ready to deal with what was about to happen inside the school. He had thought that most of the people they had saved would have been grateful for being saved from the night before. He thought that they would understand what was going on more or less especially with this being a event that happens to them every sixty years.

They walked through the entrance to be thrown into the chaos that the Rune Knights were dealing with. People struggled against the Rune Knights who were only trying to heal them while others yelled and screamed. They sounded scared of what was being done to them and the others around them. They feared that the healers were trying to hurt them.

Cirven scoffed and ran back outside to grab the speakerphone his sister had dropped earlier. He found it on the ground and dusted off the dirt that was on it and then ran back into the school. He took a deep breathe while holding his eyes closed for a few seconds. He gave his sister a signal to cover her ears by using his free hand to cover one of his ears. He lifted up the speaker phone to his mouth after making sure she covered her ears.

"EVERYONE STOP AND LET THEM HELP YOU!! THEY ARE ONLY HERE TO HEAL YOUR WOUNDS! THEY DON"T WANT TO HURT YOU!" Cirven yelled into the speakerphone like an idiot. He had never used one before so he didn't understand that you didn't need to yell.

After his short speech the crowd of people looked back and started to talk about how they were saved by Cirven and Aalya. Mostly just calling them the blue-haired duo. Cirven then handed the speakerphone to his sister in hopes that she would know what to say next to the crowd to get them to listen. They needed healing and with the way they were fighting against it they would only hurt themselves more. Cirven covered his own ears in anticipation for his sister using the speakerphone.

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She brought her hands up to her ears quickly as Cirven went to get the speakerphone and brought it up to his mouth. She wasn’t quite expecting him to yell into it, especially not in such an enclosed space. Even with her ears covered she winced at the sound and couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips. When he was done, she quickly swiped the microphone from him and swatted his arm.

“You don’t have to yell… it boosts your voice so that you don’t have too.”
She scolded, bringing the microphone up to her own mouth. She was careful not to yell, but speak loud enough to be heard by everyone.

“Sorry about that, but he’s right, the rune Knights are here to heal your injuries and make sure that everyone is alright. If you are worried for your loved ones, they are safe a few miles south from here. A few more Knights are gone to get to them as we speak. So please, everyone calm down and relax. All of this will be over soon.”
At first, the people seemed reluctant to listen to her, one man even punched another in the arm as a final act of violence before sitting back in the cot, annoyed as heck that he was listening to a little girl. None of them still really understood what had happened to them, and most refused to believe that the stories about them becoming werewolves were true.

With that done, Aayla finally put the microphone back down on a table and looked back to Cirven once everyone had calmed down.

“I guess now’s as good a time as any to start looking for that amulet hunh… think we should start with that little girl and the white wolf man? Or maybe we should ask the others that are actually conscious right now?”
She wondered, looking around at the crowd of people. Her eyes however stopped on the armored Rune Knight woman now standing at the entrance to the school. She looked as if she was guarding the place, and it made her un-easy. Why did the magic council take so long in sending help? And why did they want Cirven and herself to be the ones looking for this amulet instead of their own forces? Something was up, something that they weren’t telling them.

“Cirven… something’s wrong here…”
She whispered to her brother finally, leaning in slightly and turning her back to the femme Knight.

He looked around at everyone who was near him after he spoke through the speakerphone to see that they were all painfully holding their ears. He had forgotten to warn them around him so it was expected that his yelling into the speakerphone would do that. He smiled at them nervously in hopes that it would be taken as an apology.

His sister might not have been as loud as him but he still heard her even with his hands over his ears. This was probably one of the only times that he would curse having enhanced hearing. He moved his hands from his ears once he thought she was finished but took the full blast of her last sentence into his uncovered ears.

His head rang as he felt pain in his eardrums and heard a constant ringing for a short time. The ringing was so loud that it blocked out all other sound while it rang causing Cirven to look around aimlessly until he could hear around him correctly again.

"Now is a good time for whaa!!?" He yelled back to his sister after he barely heard what she said. He used a finger from each hand to pick at his ears in an attempt to end the ringing. He didn't know if it was because he dug into his ears or just if it went away on its own but the ringing stopped.

"Oh yeah the amulet." His brain took a bit to process the words he did manage to hear from her and piece them together into what she meant. "I really don't know where to start. Like did you notice anything on the little girl that could have been the amulet? I know there was nothing on the father at all because he was only in what he wore for his birth day." Cirven tried to make an attempt at a joke but had a feeling it was pretty bad. Good thing his sister had found her attention going elsewhere. She leaned in an whispered to him about things not being right.

He looked over his sister to see that the female Rune Knight they spoke to earlier was standing near the door as if she wanted to keep anyone from leaving. He couldn't understand why they would do that after coming all that way to help the people of the village. "Yeah. Something it up." He whispered back to her.

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She didn’t even understand his joke anyways about the white werewolf being in his birthday clothing. How was she supposed to know what he wore for his birthday? Sometimes cirven just didn’t make sense to her sometimes, and so she just tried to let his jokes slide with an awkward smile.

“I didn’t notice anything on her… but… lets try to talk to the others that are awake first… this way we can keep an eye on the Knights too.”
She said still just as lowly as she stepped away from Cirven and the knight, heading towards one of the women who was sitting up in her cot. She was wearing a closed up lab coat that went down to the top of her knees. She had scratch marks on her face and some heavy gashes across her chest and arms. They weren’t soaking through the white lab coat though, which indicated that the Rune Knight had already healed the majority of those wounds.

Aayla walked up to her and propped herself up on the cot next to her. The girl looked at her with a sense of curiosity. This girl… she remembered her to some degree… obviously she was the one who had saved them, or at least kept them alive. She looked different however… the girl didn’t have wings, nor did she have claws… those claws were what she remembered distinctly.

“Hi…. Uhm… Sorry about those wounds… they were probably me uhm… listen… I was wondering if you knew anything. About the curse I mean… like, how did it start? What’s the story?”
She asked, causing the girl to sigh as she looked back down into her lap.

“Don’t worry about it… I’m not sure what the real story is to be honest… but I know what’s going on… A few summers ago I was in the eastern forest coming back from a trip with my husband. Everything was fine, it was just another trip. We had left later than usual though, and by the time we got to the forest it had gotten pretty dark. Out of no-where this huge beast jumped out of the tree’s. It looked like a… really big wolf on two legs. At the time I didn’t know what it was but… eventually it… it ate my husband… and then it came for me. I had managed to run to the edge of the village though before it got me… it only bit my arm until the villagers came out and scared it away. But ever since then, there have been more and more attacks…”

Cirven could tell when his sister didn't completely understand him by the usual awkward smile she gave him. It was funny to see how they were so different yet so a like. Having different mothers did really affect the way they acted. His mind had started to trail off as she spoke about their next step in finding the amulet and hopefully finishing the job finally.

"I only hope that this goes by fast. I don't want to be here for another night and I'd rather be at the guild, sleep in my bed comfortably." He could feel the mattress on his back and the blankets on him as they moved. "Yeah.. The faster this goes the better."

Aalya had found a woman that sat on one of the cots. She had claw marks on her face that Cirven couldn't help but keep looking at as well as some other injuries. It looked like the Rune Knights had helped her though because she seemed to not be in much pain.

His sister jumped up onto a near by cot while he stood next to it with his arms crossed in front of his still bare chest. He had forgotten about giving his shirt to the woman earlier who had helped them with moving everyone. He wanted to get it back but he was too tired to go through all of the people in the school just to find her.

Aalya stumbled over her words as she tried to explain how sorry she was for hurting the woman the night before during all of the chaos. Usually he would have spoke out against her stuttering around her words but it was a different situation where he could understand it. He felt as though he would have fumbled through the letters even worse than she did with his apology.

He was surprised the woman just up and forgave Aalya so fast but it wasn't as though she could have stopped herself from attacking them the night before. She was on a rampage just as much as the rest of the villagers and the two Sabertooth mages were there to stop them. It couldn't be helped.

He listened to her story of how she had lost her husband and was bitten by what she described as something that sounded similar to a werewolf. Was she maybe the one who infected all of the villagers with the curse? It was something that could make sense but the white werewolf being so strong compared to her was something that didn't make much sense at all. That man had to be the one who started this whole thing somehow.

"I'm sorry for what has happened to you but do you know what or who caused this? We were told that there was some sort of amulet that could control the transformation somehow. Do you know anything about that?"

“I don’t know if there really is an amulet or anything… but the chief said  that the first lycan’s had amulets created by their masters to control them. They’re masters, which he said were Vampires, always kept those amulets on them so that they would call total obedience from the lycan’s. From my understanding, those were passed down from one generation to another to make sure they were always kept in check. These were all just bed time stories though so I’m not sure where the amulets would be, if there even are any.”
She explained, wincing as the healer seemed to jerk suddenly at her explanation, quickly apologizing before getting back to work on those wounds. Aayla glanced at his suspiciously. Obviously something that this woman recounted struck a cord with him… something here was nearing the truth.
 
“You said the chief… would that be that man over there… with the little girl?”
Aayla wondered, earning a nod from the woman and standing back up, giving her a polite bow and thanking her very much for her story before walking over to the man now lying awake next to his daughter. They had managed to cover him up with a sheet, thankfully because she didn’t know how well Cirven would do around naked people.
 
She approached the man and his daughter, and began to recount the story that the woman told her, watching for any signs of understanding from the man at all. To her surprise, he looked guilty, and didn’t even try to hide that fact. He even leaped over to his daughter and kissed her forehead.
 
“Sweety… daddy needs that necklace he made you now. Remember the promise we made?”
He said softly. The little girl pouted as she reached into her shirt and retrieved what looked like a wooden amulet with blood red carvings in it, depicting the head of a wolf. She pulled it from her neck, and gave it to the man who was lying down in the stretcher. He didn’t give it up to the two blue haired mages yet though.
 
“I didn’t think it was real… it was handed down to me by my father, and I was told to keep it as the biggest treasure I would ever own… No one thought those stories were true but if this will make sure that these events don’t happen again… then take it.”
He said, offering it to the young dragon slayer who thanked him now as well, before taking the amulet in hand.
 

Something still didn’t sit right with her…

"Vampires? Are we just getting into all the mythical creatures now?" He didn't really believe in werewolves until he did this job and now he was hearing about vampires controlling them through an amulet which sounding like the one they were searching for. "That story sounds like a folk tale but we were up all night fighting against werewolves so I don't know anymore really.." He shrugged to his comment then thanked the woman for her help after his sister. "Take care and sorry about all of this again." He waved to the woman and walked away with Aalya.

As they moved towards the chief of the village he looked around at the people they passed by. He saw that some of them had burn injuries and grew sad about it. This curse they had forced him to hurt innocent people with his magic. He couldn't help but think that what they had done the night before could have been prevented and that they would have never had to hurt those people like that. He wanted to apologize to each person but felt like it wasn't the right time for that. He didn't think he could really do it correctly anyways.

It was like he had taken the reigns of horror that was brought on his town so many years ago and brought it to this village himself. He felt like he was no better than the people who massacred his town back then. He knew that they meant well but it didn't look like they did well at all.

The chief laying on the stretcher didn't help matters either. It only showed him that him and his sister hurt the people of the village. He listened to the chief as he spoke about the amulet and then gave it to his sister. It didn't look powerful or anything to him. I just looked like a cool designed amulet to him. He couldn't feel any power coming from it either.

A few minutes after his sister took the amulet some Rune Knights came up to the two blue-haired mages and forced them to leave the school. They were practically pushed out of the building and then were not allowed back in. Cirven could not help but feel like something was going on in the school that they were not allowed to see by the Rune Knights. The problem was they couldn't do anything but leave and hope that the villagers would be OK and that their horrors of turning into beasts at night would end with the amulet being gone.