Chapter 8 - Elvish Seal

      As Lestat walked over to Otto, he heard the voice call out from the forest, turning to look. He felt a sharp pain in his side, stopping in his tracks and taking a breath. "W-What?" He looked down, seeing an arrow with a strange paper wrapped around it deep in his side. Otto looked on in awe, seeing Lestat drop to his knees. He looked over at the forest, seeing an army of Elves emerge from the forest, an elf with long white hair holding the bow, which was still aiming at Lestat. 

     "I'm Sorry Lestat. A beast with your power cannot be allowed to roam this world." He spoke, lowering his bow. Lestat looked over at him, trying to grab the arrow. Some sort of spell repelled his hand, his visible aura starting to drain into the arrow. Otto started to run over to him, the Elvish Archers aiming at him. 

     "No Otto" Lestat said to him quickly, his voice growing weak. "Re...Remember what I told you." Otto stopped and looked at him, nodding before grabbing Lestats sword and turning around, darting off into the forest, the others following. Even to Otto the sword was extremely heavy. He and the others went to the place where the hidden armory was first. It took Otto and two other of the soldiers to push the rock out of the way. They put their armor where it was before, as they did many years ago as well. Otto left the sword on the same table as Lestats armor and clothing before leaving and moving the rock back, leaving it to be forgotten.

    "Should we pursue them sir?" One of the Elves asked.

    "They are of no importance to us." The elf who fired the arrow said, walking toward Lestat.

    "V-Victor. You bastard" Lestat said, trying to stand up. He barely managed to get to his feet, his hand around where the arrow entered. He looked down at him. "You're pathetic. You don't fear for this world, you fear for yourself and what would happen if you crossed me." He couched, stumbling a little. "Cow..ard" He said before collapsing. He slowly started to shift forms. Not into a human, his human-like form, or his most powerful form, but into a large white wolf. Victor looked over Lestat.

    "The Arrow should have killed him" He crouched down next to Lestat. "Take him to the Castle." A couple of Elves walked over to Lestat and picked him up. They left his armor on the field, not seeing and importance in it. Upon reaching the Elven castle, they crafted a wooden casket, incasing it with silver. The spell on the arrow was enough to render Lestat dormant, and that was all the Elvish thought they needed.

    "Where should we hide him? One of the Elders asked Victor.

    "Albion." Victor looked over at him, "I think it's the safest place" 

    Over the years, the name changed, but the place stayed the same. A secret group of elves guarding and changing the place of his body over the years as well. He ended up under the jolly old city of London. He was moved during World War Two, but then moved back. The group had decided that if the spell hadn't broken in over the course of hundreds of years, it wasn't going to. A new age of peace was ushered in and they abandoned Lestat, leaving him in a secret place. Turns out, They abandoned him at the wrong time.

((This story is over, but not Lestats journey.))