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CHAOS OF CYLLARON ((CHAPTER 9)) |
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CHAPTER 9:
//CLACK, CLACK, CLICK, CLACK//
The galloping noise could be heard galloping across the pumpkin cemetery as a man could be seen spear in hand and ready for combat, from a far his dark eyes could see a pale woman whimper as she covered her face. He said nothing of it, brushing his dark brown, red highlighted hair over his muscled arms he turned his back at her and continued to scavenge around. His hooves echoed as they squished the pumpkins on the ground. He formed a rather small smile as he noticed the writing on a tombstone that carried the name of his mothers. He dug his hand into his side pouch and pulled out a bunch of flowers and rested it on her grave. “It’s been a while mother” he laid in front of her grave, “to long” he smiled as he rubbed his eyes before releasing tears.
“No I haven’t found a wife yet” he stated as he laughed at himself for answering a predictable question that couldn’t be asked. He ran his fingers into the soil and soon brought himself to his feet and turned to face the pale girl who kept crying, however, with a single blink of an eye she had vanished. He shook his head; it wasn’t uncommon to see those restless souls luring around the pumpkin cemetery, in Treset that was all life was. Ghosts needed help and often were left crying because of it; often the man would think about it and wished he could relieve them from their depression. “Either way” he began, “maybe I need a vacation get a wife…kill those ogres…” he stated watching the scene of ghosts on their tombs chatting among each other. “Hey Arlem” one called out to him waving, he waved in returned “Good evening Jake” he stated as he continued onward, exiting the cemetery.
He headed for the town of Caan where he was readying himself to travel towards Rosplain. “HELP! HELP!” An elfish boy ran pass him, no younger than 14 years of age. Arlem watched this seen take place, and noticed a group of men chancing him. Feeling the need to help the centaur followed the group and stopped at a dead end where the 14-year-old boy laid down and cried. “Come here little boy we won’t hurt you much” one of the men began to speak “just a bite, give us a drink” “we like night elf blood” with the lisps coming from the group of men they sounded as though they were vampires. They were rather frightening, and with the way they talked made the boy even scared.
“Excuse me” the man began bravely, as his dark eyes locked on the gang that faced him “what do you want horse legs?” they questioned him “I do I’m lost” he neared, as he looked at the 14-year-old cry, he looked at the vampires that surrounded him. “I looked in my map for Dark Springs and sadly enough I do believe I took a wrong turn, here let me show you” he started as he dug his hand into his back pocket swinging his arms back and slapping one of them very hard across the face. The vampire hissed angrily, he pulled out the map and slammed his elbow into the other vampire’s lower gut. “You see…OH NEVER MIND!” He shouted, “I see, this is the path I was suppose to take” he stated before slapping the last one with his free arm enthusiastically, they hissed in unison, before they strike for combat. He backed away as they ran into each other.
He drew his spear and prepared him, “you stupid horseman I’ll get you” “sure you will” he swung his spear pushing one of the Batman into the wall, followed by the other two. At the end they were toppled over one another knocked out. He neared the boy and offered his hand “you look lonely want to travel?”
 TheScribbler7 · Sun Jan 28, 2007 @ 08:37pm · 0 Comments |
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