The Spirit Tamer
Good Versus Evil
When the Shaman heard Ossurr's alarm he quickly looked up. He stared at the brightly starlit night sky in amazement. Hundreds of Nachtkrapp were coming from the opposite direction of the first huge flock. But there was something very strange about these Night Ravens. These creatures were white, almost albino in coloration, and they were led by a full size flying Elf !
Naddoður yelled to Ossurr :
" Take your shirt off and use it to apply pressure to his wounds ! " he told his friend.
As Ossurr obeyed, Naddoður quickly ran over to Henry.
" Do you trust me ! ? " the Shaman asked.
Henry, who had just beaten away a Nachtkrapp, that was trying to rip his arm off, answered quickly and firmly.
" With my life ! " he shouted.
Naddoður grabbed Henry's arm and pointed to the sky.
" Order your men not to harm the White Ravens ! Do you understand ?! " he asked.
" Yes !! " Henry shouted back.
While Henry dodged beaks and lethal claws he ran up and down his line screaming to his men not to attack, what he called in Saxon, Die Weiß Nachtkrapp. Many of his warriors were locked in life and death battles and heard the order, but had no idea what it meant. Most, if not all of the warriors were facing the Burg. They had their backs to the approaching flock of Weiß Nachtkrapp, and were oblivious to their existence. Slowly, however, a few at a time became aware of the strange newcomers to Minden, and understood that help was on its way.
Like arrows falling from the sky the Weiß Nachtkrapp descended to attack the Schwarz Nachtkrapp, who were trying to rip open the wooden doors and harm the children inside the Burg. Some of these white creatures were tired from their long flight from their home in the mountains of Burgen, but all were determined to stop them before they could claim any more victims.
As these Albino-like creatures swooped down upon their ancient foes they made a noise that sounded much like a melodic song. When the Schwarz Nachtkrapp, with their sensitive ears, heard the calls of the Weiß Nachtkrapp, their looks of determination and anger quickly turned to fear and desperation.
The first few Weiß Nachtkrapp that landed caught the Schwarz Nachtkrapp by surprise. In fits of absolute fury the White Ravens, which seemed slightly stronger, fiercely attacked, ripping off feathers and whole wings off of their evil cousins, before pecking out their hearts. The ones that were alerted stood their ground, and in a weird duel of hopping, pecking, and talon grasping, they fought to the death.
The black and white ravens were of equal size, but the Weiß Nachtkrapp had larger, and sharper beaks than their black cousins. When they attacked, each Weiß Nachtkrapp peck ripped out much greater pieces of it's opponent's flesh. Death, however, visited both sides many times on that long night.
Enlarged as a full size Elf, Alva gently landed next to Naddoður, and placed her hand upon his shoulder.
" I am sorry to be late, but it is a long flight from Burgen to Minden. " she explained.
The Shaman smiled and placed his hand over hers.
" You are here now, and that is all that matters ! " he assured here.
Then the Shaman quickly asked :
" What are they ? " he inquired as he pointed to the Weiß Nachtkrapp.
Alva smiled proudly as she answered.
" They are Der Guter Nachtkrapp,.... the protector of children. " she explained.
The Bishop, who had stayed glued to the ground during the furious battle with the creatures, suddenly got up on his knees, clasped his hands together, and began to pray.
" Oh thank you Lord for sending to us this avenging angel ! " he shouted. Then the Bishop unclasped his hands, and touched her dress as though it were somehow sacred.
Following the Bishop's lead many of the warriors near Naddoður an Alva bowed down on one knee to what they saw as an angel sent from heaven. The Shaman found it amusing, but he was too concerned about his injured friend to pay much attention to the silly Christians.
" Can you help him ? " Naddoður asked. " Halldorr has had much of his chest, and part of his shoulder ripped off. And he has lost a lot of blood as well. Please help him ! " he pleaded with the Elf.
Alva quickly glanced at the battle taking place between good and evil, that had now moved off slightly to the west of the Burg, and then took Naddoður's hand and kissed it.
" I believe that good has almost one the night, so I will gladly help our friend. " she told him.
As Alva knelt down Ossurr stepped away to give her room. The Elf lifted Ossurr's shirt from the wound and winced slightly when she saw the ripped flesh, and the hint of exposed bone here and there in the blood. Alva looked down into Halldorr's eyes and saw fear and pain in them. With a reassuring smile she spoke to the Kvenlander.
" I cannot replace what the Nachtkrapp has taken from you, but I can seal the wound, and begin the healing process. " she told him.
Halldorr looked up at the creature that hovered above him and asked through gritted teeth :
" What,.... are,.... you ! ? "
Alva laughed !
" I am an Elf, of course ! And I am your friend as well ! " she replied.
- End Chapter 25
- Next : Chapter 26 : The Price Of A Good Deed
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.