MALICE.

At a constant trot, not very fast, but not slow either, in the darkness of the night it was heard how a considerable number of carts were moved by horses, the torches illuminated the caravan as if it were fireflies, and among the bustle of the walking a melody was heard, serene as the night that seemed to sweeten the ears of those who listened to it, they all seemed in a very good mood as they advanced through the gloom.

Inside one of the carts were several ladies who were delighted by the harp playing of a mysterious woman, her face was covered with a cloak and you could barely see the fire reflected in her pink lip gloss.

"We will camp here, there is still a day's journey to reach the Sentinel village" shouted one of the merchants in the caravan, then soon they all gathered and set up tents to camp around a bonfire, there everyone was waiting anxiously for another interpretation of that lady, she came and sat down, but now it was not a harp, but a flute that played.

A soft tone like the touch of a calm breeze on the skin came out of the flute, people were totally enthralled while the air was charged with magic as if it came out of the music that was playing, fireflies, elemental fragments and even whistles came to the cozy melody, people marveled at the spectacle, although some supposed that it was some kind of illusory magic since it had been so long since they had seen these creatures that it was difficult to believe that they existed, as if from a myth or a legend treated.

While she was playing, she observed the people suspiciously, and some of them caught her attention, separated from the others, they observed her, even so, they did not perceive that she was observing them in the same way.

When she finished, everyone returned to her tent, and time passed, she didn't seem to want to sleep, as if she was waiting for something, even with everything quiet and the lights off.

In the shadows, a group of bandits had a kind of meeting, until those same men who were in the camp watching the artist arrived from the bushes.

-Boss... boss... we saw her... surely, she's one of them... she's in the caravan

- Shut up, you look like a parrot, talk now, what's going on, I told them they should keep a close eye on them and let them know if there was anything of value, what idiots are doing here.

- Wait, I think we have something big; I've never seen anything like this, there was a woman playing music and whistles and all kinds of elementals appeared, surely that woman is the carrier of blood lost in time.

- AND? Are you sure of what you say, it could well be some cheap trick to deceive people and attract more public, that is now seen in all the squares of the cities.

- We are sure sir...

- That's right boss, we all saw them, that's not something ordinary, I could really feel it, we all did it, she really can be something unique, we have to get going and capture her, we will earn a fortune.

The bandit chief remained silent while everyone watched him waiting for the answer to his request, deep down he was afraid, but he did not want to show it, for some reason that the other bandits did not know he had a deep fear of the elves and That made him think about the matter, however, he thought "this time I will get it"

- Very well let's do it... we will attack at dawn.

Late at night, already at dawn like shadows they approached the camp, one by one they mutilated the men and imprisoned the women, even so, the one they were looking for was not as if she had vanished, they searched and searched and only found one empty camping tent without any trace.

And without them being able to perceive it, that woman was watching them in the dark of night at the top of one of the trees that were there, in one of her hands was a whistle, both seemed worried, to which the little girl said "I can feel it they are close, north of here."

Walking through the air, she was moving away when she began to hear screams, these came from the camp that was on fire where now there were only those young women who were listening to the melodies that she played during the trip and the campfire. They ran terrified, one fell silent when she was stabbed with a knife tied to a rope "no please... nooooo" she shouted while her clothes were torn and pawed everywhere, while the others did the same with the other young women.

- We did not find that phenomenon, but these are virgins, and we are going to have a great time with them.

Between tears and sobs they asked for help, and in the dark it didn't seem like anyone could help them, while they resigned themselves to being taken by force, before the worst happened, there in the middle of everyone, without any noise, the mysterious artist appeared, and they could hardly see her when the bandits were dead, as if they had been cut in half by a guillotine bathing the naked girls in blood.

The boss was observing everything in the dark, as if he knew what was going to happen, together with his comrades, full of fear, there was no other choice but to flee from there before time.

She saw them go away in the dark, but she decided not to chase them, she chose to accompany the girls until dawn, helping them to get dressed and calm down.

- You saved us, you came back for us, we don't know how to thank you.

- It will be better for them to come back, the road must be safe from where we came from, at dawn they must leave, take the horses with you.

- But what will you do, there must still be more of them out there.

- Don't worry, I can take care of myself.

The sun was already coming out when they finished dressing and preparing to return.

- Take care, we'll be in the tavern in the South City square, come visit us, we'll return the favor, after all we owe you, our lives.

- I will, now it's time for them to leave.

As soon as they left something unexpected happened, the corpses stood up deformed and taking on a grotesque appearance with huge mouths as if their mouths and throats had been torn.

- I knew it, this is malice, not even necromancy can corrupt corpses like that.

From her hands she drew threads, so fine they could barely be seen charged with magical energy that tore apart the corpses rushing toward her. "How grotesque" said the little whistle, "perhaps there are more elegant ways to get rid of them, but this is not the time" said the woman as she wiped the blood off her cloak.

This time she would not go immediately to the town, because she wanted to know who were looking for her and why, they were almost always bounty hunters, so she did not give the matter much thought, because, although they are legends for humans, it is good It is known that only elves of ancient royal blood are capable of summoning and interacting with the primordial spirits that have existed since the dawn of time, long before the founding of any kingdom and its fall in ancient times.

Besides that, it would be a problem to search the nearest village. After all, if someone was following her or watching her, it would complicate her job.

- I would like to move forward, but I need the forest to take care of them, so I'll wait for them.

- Are you going to hunt them?

- I don't think anyone misses them, and you already saw what they do to other people.

The truth is that the elves, due to their deep connection with the spiritual plane, have a great increase in their strength in the forests due to the great presence of life and magic within them, it was easier to fight to her advantage than to try to improvise some plan in a little-known place, and thus prepared to attack during the moon.