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	At Death's Door We Go Knocking 2
	At Death's Door We Go Knocking 2

After the messenger was well on his way, the young necromancer let out a weary sigh.

“It is only when things go wrong that they call for me other wise I am a nuisance. Though I pity the kingdom that would dare exile their dark sorcerers of any craft for such out rite dismissal would truly lead to their demise. Might as well pick up were I left off”

As a low hum filled the air emitted from Aulldra’s lips the previously absent fog began to reaper. The wind as if taking this as a cue began to wail and moan making all sorts of unearthly noises. The man stood unmoved in the center of it all a sad smile playing on his lips though unbridled glee shown in his eyes.

Within his cloak, Aulldra pulled out a shiny silver dagger and through it into the air. The Mist seemed to swirl around the object as if pulling it within it own cloak like a gift received. As suddenly as it all began it stopped the wind stopped its racket the fog disappeared and the Dagger was nowhere in sight.

A weak and a few days latter Aulldra rode up to the lord of the empire’s castle and just as requested the guards were few and far between. The Youth smirked as though he found this amusing and rode up to the castle doors. Instead of calling out and waiting for the door to be opened, as most would do the necromancer just rode strait through the solid stone and wood doors. After taking his mare out and setting her in a stall in the royal stables, he made his way to the throne room. He only broke his brink pace to addressing a guard on duty in the castle to tell him to inform the king and queen of his arrival.

When King Litso and his wife arrived at their throne room, they opened the door to find Aulldra sitting in the king’s chair. This act being considered very rude appalled the king. The king scrambled to keep composed all the wile thinking, “who does this young man think he is if I were not so desperate for his skills I would have him throne out by his ear.”

Aulldra smirked as if sensing the king’s thoughts making the lord all the more uncomfortable under his gaze. The youth spoke slowly and carefully as If considering every word as he said it.

“You have summoned me here and I am confused by your secrecy what of my skills is required my lord?”

The youth then stood and made a mock bow to show that he cared not for the title or the place the man before him held in court. Then Aulldra made his way do to the place where the king was firmly rooted in place and only stopped when he was but mere inches from Litso’s face.

“So my king what is the secret you are keeping for I do love a good secret”
The king swallowed his noble’s pride and turned towards the door beckoning his wife and their guest to follow

“Let’s speak some where more private shall we.”

Though his voice wavered the king’s statement was anything but arguable. Aulldra hesitated only momentarily before steeping in to follow the king, queen Kira not far behind him leaving the throne room to discus the terms of this strange contract.

· Sun Dec 10, 2006 @ 03:58am · 0 Comments

	At Death's Door We go Knocking 1
	At Death's Door We go Knocking 1

He stood in a thick foggy haze as thought the entire sea had gotten tired of being bound by gravity and decided to try its hand to defy it. A thin smile played on his lips as his long black cloak stirred slightly in the unnatural wind. Though that by no means bothered him for it was by his bidding the fog in the wind occurred. You could tell by looking at the slight youthful though muscular man that he was not of the same mold as everyone else. In all actuality he was not even of this plain well at least he was no longer. Now he was the live manifestation of the underworld who could bend the dead to even his smallest whim a necromancer.

His concentration broke and the fog dissipated slightly as horse’s hooves could be heard as they approached his location.

“Aulldra” the stout man who was riding the horse called in a low whisper as though afraid to speak any louder was to welcome death himself.

The man in the dark cloak whose name was announced by the man turned to meet his unwelcome guest with a cold glare and a look of unmasked agitation clearly plastered on his youthful face. The man shifted uncomfortably under the younger man’s gaze and softly cleared his throat then slowly delivered the message he had obviously been goaded into delivering.

“My lord King Litso and her lady ship Mistress Kira of Andera wish to hold an audience with you sir to discuses at this time undisclosed information.”

The short heavyset man fell silent and looked up to find the Necromancers reaction to his statement. The tall blond haired man stared off in the distances as though in deep thought. The messenger was relived that he had not snapped or threatened him but still stood uneasily for he had many tales of the man before him. Most showed him in the roll of evil or cruel but all made it clear that he was a master of his trade and that was the reason he was here to enlist him.

The Messenger jumped as Aulldra posed him question “What will I receive for my enlistment in what ever it may be?”

“You will be well compensated but the negotiations will have to be worked out with my lord” came the messenger’s reply as he struggled to mask his surprise. The man in front of him looked young maybe twenty-five but his voice gave him away as much younger maybe eighteen.
What was such a young man doing in this line of work came the unbidden thought.

“I will be there in ten days tell your king to make sure I will not be turned away by your guards”

Seeing that this short discussion was over the sort man bowed and hurried off to deliver his message to king Litso and leave the eerie young man to his own devices. For it was obvious that he was in the middle of something when he arrived though what that was he could only imagined.

· Sun Dec 10, 2006 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments

	Glass cat --story
	Glass cat --story

The wind blew through the dead, winter-bare trees, as I looked at the tomb stone set with my sister's name. The sky was gray as though it would water with my unshed tears. Jackie (jack) Gem was only 11 when our house was set ablaze with the fire that still chases my every thought. I can still remember as she called out my name “Kaden, Kaden” right after which a large rafter broke loose from the unstable ceiling and crushed her. I was 16 at the time the only survivor but that was 5 years ago and yet I still cannot forget Jacks last few seconds in that hell on earth. Then the soft patter of rain begins and of course, I am 1 mile away from home and flat broke.

“Course heaven forbid something goes right today”

As I took shelter beneath a large weeping willow (of all things), the rain suddenly changed from a soft drizzle to raining cats and dogs. I figured I would just stay there until the rain subsided. Well it was a good two hours and the sun was setting when it finally stopped. I lazily trailed my way home for I was in no hurry. I did not care if it was soon to be dark I new this city like the back of my hand. My little city’s name was Sincere though it was anything but. I doubt there was anyone in the city that didn’t have blood on his or her hands. For you see Sincere city was not on any map to the rest of the world we did not exist. If you running from something or needed a place to lay low Sincere was the place to for you, in short it was criminal city.

Now don’t go thinking me some common murder or thief I have made a name for myself as a bounty hunter (perfectly legal). It was an unspoken rule that you do not sell anyone in the city out but as soon as they were out of city limits, they were fare game. I was brought out of my thoughts as I realized my feet were not taking me home but further into the cemetery. I quickly corrected my course I was not scared but I am very superstitious and tails of black magic were told about the older parts of the cemetery. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw a rather large black cat sitting on top of some old grave marker.

Well eventually made my way home to a pent house apartment in one of the nicer looking places in the city (I make ok money as a hunter). As I open the door and walk in, I hear a crunching noise I lift up my combat boot clad foot to see a folder on the floor. I quickly shut the door and delve into the paper work within the folder. The folder contains a list of new wanted reports from the police station and a note from my middleman Jerry. His note stated to let him know which ones I was going after so he could calculate his cut of the bounty for getting me the jobs. I looked through the jobs and nothing really caught my interest (I was good I could afford to be picky) though I did decide to go after some crazy dude who clamed he was an ancient sorcerer. I figured I would get a kick out of it (The crazy ones are usually pretty funny).

I scanned my large barely furnished apartment and saw that the light on my answering machine was blinking. I hit the button to hear my ex girlfriends grating voice over the speakers complaining about something. Maybe my lack of caring for her meaningless problems was the reason we broke up. Hm all well. As I deleted her message, I picked up the phone to call Jerry and tell him my excepted job. As I was proceeding to do, so there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find my ex-partner staring back at me (wow I have a lot more past partners than I should). In this case, though I was his fault he was off to make more money.

“What do you want” we the first words out of my mouth companied by the all-powerful evil eye.

“Please help me Kaden” was his sharp pleading reply.

Before I go any further I should tell that the man asking no begging for my help bore the name Alex. I also should tell you before we split he left me wounded in a fight to take a guy running away with a high price on his head. I was nearly killed and was hospitalized for nearly a month (not in Sincere though the city does not have a hospital).

After which I had not seen him until just that moment.

I sighed and moved from the doorway to allow him access to my house. I may hold a grudge against him but we still go way back and I takes a lot to get him to beg. Once he was inside I shut the door or asked him calmly what this was about (well ok I lied I was not very calm about it). He looked away from me then back and started to stutter.

“I…I’m so sorry about this he drawled with his Texan accent.”

I stared at him blankly as he pulled out a pistol with a silencer at the end. I patted my self up to find that I had already taken off all my weapons. I then stared in shock at him my dark auburn eyes and long tied back red hair reflecting in his milky brown eyes that now seemed so lifeless. The last words he uttered was

“She told me to get you or else but I just can’t”

At which point he turned the gun on himself and fired a single shot.

· Wed Jul 19, 2006 @ 12:19am · 3 Comments

	Poem-Murderer�s Chant
	Poem-Murderer�s Chant

Red Red Red

Laced with pain and anger

And yet so beautiful as it dribbles off my finger

Tastes sweet yet stains still linger

Like the poison on a scorpions stinger

Oh Poison

There is an idea!

· Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 12:59am · 3 Comments


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