Excaliburs Magic

By Wolf Malkin-Wolf

Volume Two of Wer Wolf A Wolf's Tale of How We Came To Be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Malkin-Wolf
• Release date: Feb 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465983350

Wolf Malkin-Wolf

I am a writer and author, of fictional stories which are based around, myths legends and folklore. I even bring in fairy tales, in grown up story telling. All my stories are from the myths of werewolves, which i have re-written into other stories and created pathways of tales, linking each. For the creation of the immoral Wer, through history and legends of King Arthur , King John, etc etc. True facts and records brought into each book, giving the reader, that in fact being fictional, could be true.

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Wer-Wolf A Wolf's Tale of How We Became To Be

Excaliburs Magic Death becomes her

Volume Two

Copyright ©2012 by Wolf Malkin-Wolf

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Smashwords ISBN 978-1-4659-8335-0

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©2012by Wolf Malkin-Wolf

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The telling of this second tale

Is dedicated Dale Cross

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Nine

Chapter one

The legend of the lone child.

Excalibur’s parents had been killed in the earth quake that sealed the mountain pathway to the evergreen valley. She was found on the same day, floating in the cold waters of the lake. Her body was still from life. Meredith found her and bought her lifeless body to the grassy bank. Wer’s wizard Merlin and his apprentice were collecting herbs and heard Meredith’s calls for help. Merlin looked down, then he knelt over her body.

He said There is not much I can do, the inland water god of streams, rivers and lakes, Mananan now has her soul.

The young boy with Meredith begged him to do something, anything for this young girl.

Merlin then told them both I could, but this girl will live, without her soul.

Mananan the water god would not return her soul, for now it was rightfully his.

There was only one way for the child to live without a soul. The problem being for Meredith and Merlin they could not give blood of Changer or to bite her, for the girl was far too young to become an immortal. This boy now had to choose to give her life from his own and keep her close to him, till the day he died.

Merlin looked at the young boy and said I must take your life’s blood, for the girl to live any form of life.

Merlin’s young apprentice agreed. So Merlin cut the finger of the boy and a drop of his blood seeped onto Excaliburs tongue. Then from spoken words of white magic and a deep breath of this immortal was blown into the girl’s mouth. The girl’s eyes began to open and the waters of the lake bubbled and boiled as her soul took to the waters of Mananan, entrapped and imprisoned while Excalibur lived again.

Her eyes became the colour of cold steel and her body felt just as icy, it never warmed by the raise of the sun or from the warmth of a fire. Yet a heart beat raced within her, but no air did she take into her lungs and no breath was seen on days of cold. Excalibur was taken to the fortress of Wer and into the tower.

She lived with Merlin and the boy with a name she could not pronounce, so called him Arthur. This name now stuck with the boy, from that day, as he did not like his own. It was the name given to him by his nasty cruel uncle, who treated him like a slave.

Merlin had adopted him as his own, a couple of years before. Once a warrior and now a wizard, he did not want a mate for the joining, him being that of an immortal. He schooled the boy for good, those of reading and writing, the teaching of Latin. Merlin over the centuries had been taught by evil witches and wizards, he knew every evil spell and potion of man. Being of Changer fought of the desire to turn to the black side and Satan the Devil. He became a white wizard, finding spells and making potions to counter act those of black. In time to be feared by all, for the powers he had gained.

From the time and death of Meredith’s father, the immortals knew how they could be killed and the fear they had for silver. From the burning sign in Malekin’s hand, left by the medallion of Tor’s for all the changers to see. Merlin set out to find an antidote to silver and how it burned or poisoned them to death.

In the day Excalibur herself, sat and had lessons of schooling alongside of Arthur.

She became a fast learner, of quick intellect surpassing Arthur each day. Even after many hours of learning she would stay behind and help Merlin in his room making potions for the sick of the town and she then took them to the people in question.

She was around sixteen now and had become very close to Merlin, that in time, he showed her magic and taught her simple spells. All this came easy to her and so it should. She had nothing to fear from evil or the devil as she was dead already, having no soul. But still she aged like anyone would, being human or was she? Now her lessons had stopped, she became a white Witch in her own right, one with great learning as well.

She began as a servant within Wer’s household. Excalibur became trusted as she had been within the fortress walls for over ten years. Shera the mate of Wer took to her over this time, unable to have a girl of her own. I would say Shera became a second mother to Excalibur. But it was Excalibur’s interest in the immortal men. She liked their black armour with the gold wolfs heads on their chests and shields.

She was often seen in the court yard, repeating the fighting moves with Arthur with long sticks like swords.

The immortal soldiers of Wer had learned many sword techniques over the centuries and those of Wer and Werkin surpassed any other, in their lands or any other. Five long years later, this father and his son had taught her the laws of the blade.

This young girl was now a woman of twenty one. Just like a changer at this age she changed too. Not to become an immortal, but something else from the spell that bought her back to life. From the day at Mananan’s lake, now the true spell was taking over her body.

Her eyes