I am a werewolf

Not an ordinary werewolf The kind that other wizards and even Muggles know about. The kind that, in normal times, they are normal people. But when he sees the full moon, he turns into a werewolf and goes on a rampage, killing humans and things like that. But I have chronic werewolf disease.

Don't you know about chronic werewolf disease?

It means having to be a wolf all the time. I'm conscious, I'm conscious, but my consciousness can't control my werewolf instincts. It's only available during Christmas every year. that I would be sane And almost returned to being an (almost) normal human being. But it's only one day a year. And the next day

I had to go back to being a wolf again. Still, I don't understand why it has to be Christmas.

Because of this So I have been chained by my real mother for as long as I can remember. which in fact It must have been since I was born.

You might be surprised that Since I have to be a werewolf who can't always use my mind to control my instincts. Why am I here? Can tell you this story.

That's because now I'm cured (hooray!)

I was eighteen years old at that time. If I were a normal human being I would be a young wizard who just graduated from Beauxbatons. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Of course, I was chained in the basement of the Laxim family mansion. The house elf named Dalton always brings food to me, and sometimes

My mother would bring me food herself. Every time mother comes Mom will keep talking to me. Of course, mother knew that I was still conscious. So my mother tried to talk to me like I was a normal human being. I could vaguely see that my mother was in tears. Because my tears flow as well every time I see my mother.

I have never seen the moon or the sun. The only light could be seen coming from a ventilation shaft ten meters above my head. But it was so faint that it couldn't help me see anything. Aside from when someone came into...prison...yes. Enter this prison with a torch in hand.

My life is like that. But I have to tell you about when I was eighteen years old. It was because at that time the greatest event of my life happened.

That day was an especially bright day when the light coming in from the vents looked bright. Dalton ran in and said, “Miss, please! It's the mistress saying that there will be guests coming to see you! It's Dalton. I'm very happy. Dalton is very happy.” With that, Dalton ran out.

Are you as confused as I am?

After a while, footsteps sounded. I saw the light from the torch. Followed by the shadows of two people with another elf Half walking, half running down from above. The elf's shadow looked as flustered as the shadow of a person. Which I assumed would be my mother. Because another shadow walked steadily. She doesn't look like my mother at all.

The first figure I saw materialized was Dalton. He(her?) It?) held the torch high above his head with his right hand. The face keeps looking behind most of the time. After a moment, I saw the tip of a strange looking foot that I had never seen before. After that was a robe that covered the body from the ankles up to the shoulders.

I assumed that there must be many things inside the cloak. High up was that person's face. I could tell he was a very young man. But it looked strangely bright and radiant. Next to this man So it's my mother. who was talking to him with a happy expression

“Is this the boy you were talking about?” the man said, something powerful in his voice. It gives me goosebumps.

“Yes,” my mother replied, “as you can see. I must chain him.”

I thought... oh no, my body started acting up again. I felt myself growl loudly, filling the room, uh... prison, and lifted my body to my feet. Tried to walk towards the man. I could feel my body wanting to hurt that man. My body raises both hands (front legs) up. He wanted to smack the man's face until it was crushed in his hands.

But of course it's not possible. There was a loud noise. Because the chains that bound my hands were pinned to the wall. This made my body unable to go any further.

Still, my face and that man's were now less than one cubit apart. And I could clearly feel that my face was baring my teeth, threatening the man in an extremely terrifying manner. But I didn't feel any fear on that face at all.

The man turned to Dalton and said, “Can you help me take Madam out first?”

Dalton looked annoyed. and said to the man, "Being Dalton, I have to ask permission from the mistress first." And he (she? It?) turned and said to my mother, “As a mistress, will you do as this gentleman says or not?”

I saw my mother nod. Then walked out of the room.

Dalton turned to the man and said, “Sir, will you let Dalton carry the torch or not?”

The man turned to look at Dalton and smiled, “No thanks.”

Dalton bowed. Then I followed my mother. The room grew darker and darker until finally it was almost completely dark. There would only be light coming in from the vents.

“Lumos!”

The man said a spell. Immediately, the entire room lit up. A light that I had not experienced in eighteen years, except on Christmas Day when I could sneak out into the outside world. I assumed that the man must have used some kind of spell. But strangely, he didn't hold a wand at all.

I looked at his face.

He looked at my face.

“She must be suffering a lot.”

I tried to nod. But I can't control my body. It tried to break free from its bonds. Then go and crush the man standing in front of me into pieces. But my heart tried to tell this man that

Please help me.

“So, I'll try.”

My eyes widened. Does he know my thoughts?

“I didn't know, I just felt it,” the man in front of me said. “Usually, I don't usually do things for free, but this time was a special case. In exchange for the food and lodging your mother gave me.”

I tried to understand what he was saying.

“You can ask your mother later,” the man in front of me said, reaching into his robes. Acting like he was searching for something.

I tried to swallow. But as you know, I can't.

Wasted time searching for a while. He thought to himself, “It's very rare. There's a lot of stuff.” After a moment, he opened his entire robe. It revealed a variety of strange-looking equipment. In that instant, I saw something shaped like a trident. Some of them were similar to staves. And there seemed to be two or three knuckles.

before he could find what he was looking for and folded the cloak back into its original state.

“Sorry to waste your time. There's a lot of it. It's such a hassle to find each piece. Come on, don't waste time. Come closer."

I want it too. But I can't control my body. It's just difficult to see what he's holding in his hand. For a moment I could see Something resembling a sword... But it only has a handle.

"Isn't that right?... Um... It's okay, I'll take care of it myself.”

He took a step back. His left hand still held the hilt of the sword. He held out his right hand in front of him. The hand looked like it had a long scar. It was like he had been cut before.

“Alocatora”

I suddenly felt it. The chains that bound me fell apart. What did he do to him?

“I know what I'm doing,” I heard him say. As my body shakes my hand from the chain roared in his face Then he rushed straight to attack and kill him.

In the blink of an eye, I couldn't quite put together what was happening. I saw the man use his left hand to lift the hilt of a sword that looked strange towards me. while his right hand pointed straight at my face. A voice called out, “Stopio!” and I felt my body freeze, unable to move. In the next instant, he stabbed the hilt of his sword into my stomach.

For a split second I felt as if it was sucking out what I had. It was sucking out, sucking out, sucking out. I lowered my head to look. He saw that the sword's hilt slowly appeared.

Wait a minute.

Can I lower my head and look at it myself?

Whatever it is It was still sucking something out of my body, sucking it, sucking it out, now I was barely conscious. The image in front gradually became darker and darker (even though the Lumos light was still on).

The last thing I saw was the man pulling the perfect sword from my body.

The picture in front of him slowly became brighter.

It's so bright it hurts your eyes.

Strange... I should be in a nearly dark basement.

I tried to raise my hand, knowing I couldn't. But in the blink of an eye I tried to do that My arms shot up and pointed towards the sky. I was so shocked that I accidentally let go. The arm fell back and hit the ground.

I cried out "ow" in pain.

What happened here? My body that I can't control It's just that simple like this?

“Young lady, you are now conscious! Mistress! Sir! It's you who's awake now!”

Dalton's voice. I craned my neck towards the source of the sound... My body obeyed my command again! I saw Dalton next to me.

I jumped up and sat up. There was the sound of people running towards me. My mother's voice shouted, “My son! My child!” and the sound of another person running at the same time. He would definitely not be that man.

“Mother…” I said, can I speak? “What happened here?”

“She has recovered,” the man's voice answered me. I looked up. It was only now that I noticed that the man was almost two cubits taller than my mother. “Think of it as repayment for your mother supporting me yesterday.”

“I...recovered?” I couldn't help but wonder.

“That's right,” he smiled, “If you don't believe me, just take a look at your body.”

I bent down and raised both my hands to look. It's a human hand. I couldn't believe my eyes. I raised both hands to touch my face. It's a human face! I'm so happy I can't tell you.

“How...how did you do it?” I asked, very curious.

“I barely did anything,” he replied, smiling, and pulling something out of his robes. “All I did was Take the wolf within you and store it in this sword.”

He held up his sword. It was the same as the hilt I saw back then. But right now it looks perfect. The sword is shiny silver and looks sharp.

“You must keep it with you,” he said, handing me the sword.

I still don't dare accept it.

"Keep it...with me?"

“Yes,” he replied, smiling. “In this sword resides your wolf. It will not obey anyone else's commands but you.”

I made a face like I couldn't believe it.

He smiled and said "If you don't believe me, wait and see."

Finished speaking, he threw out his sword. It was as if he was going to hit me on the neck. I was so shocked that I raised my hand to defend with all my might. But it's not like that. The sword stopped in front of me. Then it fell on the floor with a loud thud.

I'm sweating profusely. My mother almost screamed. Dalton covered his eyes with his hands.

“See?” he shrugged.

I raised my head. Then he reached out and picked up the sword from the ground. It's like something responded. Warmth flowed through my hand.

It's actually my sword.

“So...so...I have to keep this sword with me at all times?”

“If it's not necessary, it's best to stay away.” He winked, then continued, “Okay, it looks like everyone is happy now. I probably have to go,” he said, gathering up his things. He simply pointed his scarred right hand at each item. The item immediately floated into his hand at the end.

His hat floated in his hand. Then he put the hat on his head. After that he said “Thank you for everything.”

“Wait a minute,” I cried. “I still don't know your name.”

He raised his hand, smiled at me once, said, “Call me Lupe,” and snapped his fingers, making a pop sound. In the next instant, he was gone.

And I've been fine ever since.

Actually, I'd say it's just a story of a man helping a werewolf. But I don't quite understand it either. That's why the young children in my neighborhood like to talk about this story, telling it back and forth. This story has become the legend of the brave Lupe who freed the imprisoned werewolf.

Moreover, after I died, I accidentally dropped my sword in the mud. About eight hundred years later, someone found him. Then it was interpreted that it was a legendary sword called Lupe's sword.

What do you say? You wonder if I've been dead for eight hundred years. Why am I telling you this story?

Well, I came out of the hole to come to you especially. If you don't believe it, turn around and take a look. I sit and look at you all the time.

Oh, did I tell you yet? My name is Parsul Laxim.

*This short story is part of a novel.

LOCKHART\'S ADVENTURE

About the origin of the legend of Lupe's sword You can follow and read at

http://www.dekdee.com/entertain/viewlong.php?id=381

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