A Devines Tale"Alasannah come back, you are needed back at the camp," screamed the Head Silver Hand.
"Sorry, sir but I am never going back to that hell hole that you call a fort, I am leaving," Cried Alasannah. Alassannah meagrely turned her head back to the Leader of the Silver hand and before she knew it a were wolf had appeared out of thin air and took out the silver hand leader.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," shrieked Alasannah, "get away from me you vile beast"
The werewolf took a step back and transformed back to his natural form, " Hello daughter of Kynereth.
"Wh-What do you mean you monster."
"I smell the devine of nature in your very soul and she wouldn't be very happy with you if you killed me."
Alasannah took out her silver sword and pressed it against the were wolfs throat, "try that again and I slit your throat were-wolf"
The Were-wolf looked up, prayed to the devine Akatosh, took the blade from Alsannah and stabbed himself in the chest. Alasannah watched dumbfounded as he died, a great flame of purpl