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The castle stood before me, a giant mess of a structure. The rocks and stone used to create the castle were crumbling at the seams; pieces of rock fell from the building into the half filled moat that surrounded it. Large holes in the walls let the meager amount of sunlight that shone through the red-orange clouds to dimly illuminate the inner corridors and chambers. A small amount of vultures circled the castle in groups of five, each group hovering several yards above the four towers found at the corners of the castle. I felt a cold chill rush through my body as I sensed the castle interior while I stood out front; there were almost no traces of life, yet there was movement and sounds echoing throughout it. A strange sensation flew through my body... I wasn't just going to fight the demon who held the aura that left me slightly shaken, nor Enrique.
The... undead are here?
I've heard rumors of these beasts. They could have been anything that had died before. Angels... demons... humans... anything or one could become an undead minion, but they were all controlled by one necromancer. Wait a second, that had to be who owned the aura! It made sense now, why the aura always faded; it was just a conjured spirit that he created to check out the Renaults castle. But why was he here? I didn't understand why such a powerful necromancer would be on the middle realm then side with Enrique. It didn't matter to me though; I had to save Sarah, at any cost.
I looked around for a moment for an entrance I could sneak into the castle from and remain relatively undetected, when the drawbridge to the castle opened, the massive oak structure falling to the ground in front of my feet. A small army of undead soldiers came to greet me. They ranged in build, height, and gender, but all of them had no aura... They moved slowly but held fast in numbers and were tightly grouped. I drew my saber with a smile and took the offensive, charging at them using the only thing I knew could kill the already dead. The old saying I heard of them was, to my surprise, the only thing that worked. "Anything can and will die if you cut their heads off..." Soon the heads of the undead minions started to roll across the now blood soaked bridge. I slashed through countless numbers of them and only reached the middle of the bridge when the entrance was pushed out of grasp... More undead minions started moving out; my guess was that they were from the far side and middle of the castle. They soon formed a barrier around the front entrance and started swarming me.
I found myself beginning to fatigue, the numbers wouldn't stop and the smell from their rotting bodies and the spilled blood that lay around me started messing with my nose. The scent thrashed my senses, and I found myself becoming dizzy and uncoordinated. My slashes missed their marks and the undead that it happened to were left with only part of their bodies in tact, but started coming after me with only arms. My eyes started to haze; I couldn't go on any longer. Was I really this weak? Was I going to survive my confrontation with Lucifer only to be killed by the undead?
I retreated a little to a spot on the beginning of the bridge and tried to regain my composure. The smells still messed with me, my head swam around and I fell to one knee. I felt my saber fall from my hand but I couldn't do anything to retrieve it. I held my forehead with my right hand and used my left hand to try and keep balance. They were moving in on me, I could hear it but each step they took on that wooden bridge echoed through my head as if it were a hollow drum. My ears ached, my eyes unfocused and soon looked like a kaleidoscope. Colors shone through and blinded me and soon without realizing it, I blacked out. My body fell limply to the ground with a soft thump...
 Tsukasasoul · Sun Jun 26, 2005 @ 04:04am · 2 Comments |
