The setting sun illuminated the wheat fields in a beautiful amber light.
Throughout the small village of Lunarch the villagers prepared for the day to end.
Children ran through the streets and the fields, enjoying the last of the light.
The smells of cooking food danced on the winds. Shopkeeps began to turn their signs
from open to closed,and the whole village prepared to rest. But what no one noticed
were the three children running from the safety of the fields and the streets into the forest.
Throughout the small village of Lunarch the villagers prepared for the day to end.
Children ran through the streets and the fields, enjoying the last of the light.
The smells of cooking food danced on the winds. Shopkeeps began to turn their signs
from open to closed,and the whole village prepared to rest. But what no one noticed
were the three children running from the safety of the fields and the streets into the forest.
John was afraid. The woods were always something that terrified him, and the
sounds all around him were not helping. But John wanted to prove himself to the
boys he was with, and cowardice was not something he was allowed. John crept
along behind the boys who had brought him here, the light dimming around them.
The forest around Lunarch was pleasant enough during the day, peaceful and full
of interesting wildlife, but that changed during the night. Shadows extended across
the path, each root and gnarled branch more terrifying than the last. John imagined
that everything was moving, and when he did see moving animals, his heart nearly
stopped.
sounds all around him were not helping. But John wanted to prove himself to the
boys he was with, and cowardice was not something he was allowed. John crept
along behind the boys who had brought him here, the light dimming around them.
The forest around Lunarch was pleasant enough during the day, peaceful and full
of interesting wildlife, but that changed during the night. Shadows extended across
the path, each root and gnarled branch more terrifying than the last. John imagined
that everything was moving, and when he did see moving animals, his heart nearly
stopped.
“Its over here”, came the voice of Randall, the leader of these boys. Randall was
the son of the Lord, the man who controlled life in Lunarch. John saw that he was
pointing to a small ravine, water trickling slowly past in small rivulets. As John
approached Randall and the other boy, he spotted a dark opening in the rock,
large enough for something to live in there.
the son of the Lord, the man who controlled life in Lunarch. John saw that he was
pointing to a small ravine, water trickling slowly past in small rivulets. As John
approached Randall and the other boy, he spotted a dark opening in the rock,
large enough for something to live in there.
“WH-whats in there?” John stammered, trying to talk away his fears.
Randall smiled, pleased to impress, and said, “Thats where they buried that
necromancer.” Knowing that the others had absolutely no clue what he was
talking about, he continued. “About 20 years ago, Lunarch was ruled by a
necromancer. My dad led an attack against him, and the necromancer’s armies
were destroyed. But the necromancer was never found. I heard weird noises
coming from here earlier. I am going to check it out for my dad. You two can stay here
if you’re too chicken.” Randall smiled before turning on his heel and scrambling
down into the small ravine.
necromancer.” Knowing that the others had absolutely no clue what he was
talking about, he continued. “About 20 years ago, Lunarch was ruled by a
necromancer. My dad led an attack against him, and the necromancer’s armies
were destroyed. But the necromancer was never found. I heard weird noises
coming from here earlier. I am going to check it out for my dad. You two can stay here
if you’re too chicken.” Randall smiled before turning on his heel and scrambling
down into the small ravine.
John was frozen with fear, but the other boy had decided that a necromancer was
no problem and followed Randall. John’s heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t
hear anything else. His hands and body sweat profusely, and his mouth grew dry.
His hands shook and everything was blocked out except for the cave, and the
horrors he wa CERTAIN existed inside that cave. But the boys didn’t notice John’s
panic, they were too concerned with outdoing each other, and what started as
shoving each other forward, began to change a they explored the cave mouth.
John looked on in horror,watching as the two boys slowly made their way into
the yawning mouth of the cave. Loose soil gave way and John fell into the ravine,
screaming on his way down. The boys leapt back out of fear at the sudden noise,
before they started to laugh at John.
no problem and followed Randall. John’s heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t
hear anything else. His hands and body sweat profusely, and his mouth grew dry.
His hands shook and everything was blocked out except for the cave, and the
horrors he wa CERTAIN existed inside that cave. But the boys didn’t notice John’s
panic, they were too concerned with outdoing each other, and what started as
shoving each other forward, began to change a they explored the cave mouth.
John looked on in horror,watching as the two boys slowly made their way into
the yawning mouth of the cave. Loose soil gave way and John fell into the ravine,
screaming on his way down. The boys leapt back out of fear at the sudden noise,
before they started to laugh at John.
“WHat happened John??? Did the grass get you? HAHAHA,” the pair laughed,
Randall rolling on the floor and the other boy standing and pointing at John, who
lay in the rocky gravel, blood running from his nose and a cut on his right hand.
Tears ran down his face as he looked up at the two boys, the thought of the night
time horrors far from his mind.
Randall rolling on the floor and the other boy standing and pointing at John, who
lay in the rocky gravel, blood running from his nose and a cut on his right hand.
Tears ran down his face as he looked up at the two boys, the thought of the night
time horrors far from his mind.
But everything changed when they heard the scream. It pierced the night, inhumane
and completely otherworldly. The scream rang against the walls of the cave, and
chilled the boys to the bone. In the fading light they couldn’t see deep enough into
the cave to see the source, but they did hear something dragging towards them.
and completely otherworldly. The scream rang against the walls of the cave, and
chilled the boys to the bone. In the fading light they couldn’t see deep enough into
the cave to see the source, but they did hear something dragging towards them.
Randall picked up John, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sheathed
knife. While unsheathing it he told John and the other boy, “Back up, my dad taught
me what to do about monsters,” his voice confident, but his hands trembling.
John stood behind him, using Randal’s small body to shield him from the cave
opening, while the other boy ran as fast as he could.
knife. While unsheathing it he told John and the other boy, “Back up, my dad taught
me what to do about monsters,” his voice confident, but his hands trembling.
John stood behind him, using Randal’s small body to shield him from the cave
opening, while the other boy ran as fast as he could.
Then they saw it. At first it appeared as nothing more than a shadow amongst the
inky depths, before it began to take form. A silhouette, small at first, slowly approaching,
growing, becoming better defined. The form of a humanoid shambled forward,
each step dragging its form closer and closer. They could smell it before they saw
the rotting flesh.
inky depths, before it began to take form. A silhouette, small at first, slowly approaching,
growing, becoming better defined. The form of a humanoid shambled forward,
each step dragging its form closer and closer. They could smell it before they saw
the rotting flesh.
Thin grey skin, pulled across bones and ripped musculature, the creature’s black
eyes rolled in their sockets. The arms of the creature hung in front of it, suspended
and rigid. Fingers decaying, and those that weren’t decaying were missing. The figure
lurched forward, and upon closer inspection, one could spot the loose skin in the process
of peeling from the skeletal frame underneath it. A low guttural moan emanated from the
figure, as it lurched ever closer.
eyes rolled in their sockets. The arms of the creature hung in front of it, suspended
and rigid. Fingers decaying, and those that weren’t decaying were missing. The figure
lurched forward, and upon closer inspection, one could spot the loose skin in the process
of peeling from the skeletal frame underneath it. A low guttural moan emanated from the
figure, as it lurched ever closer.
John was transfixed. Out of everything he had imagined would kill him, he hadn’t
pictured it to be so grotesquely real. He saw Randall shake in the presence of this
thing, and John took this new information and turned to run. He scrambled over
the hard rock of the ravine, and began to climb up the loose soil above. Black soil,
cold against his hands refused him purchase, remaining in the ravine with Randall,
and the thing.
pictured it to be so grotesquely real. He saw Randall shake in the presence of this
thing, and John took this new information and turned to run. He scrambled over
the hard rock of the ravine, and began to climb up the loose soil above. Black soil,
cold against his hands refused him purchase, remaining in the ravine with Randall,
and the thing.
Randall screamed, and John turned on his heel to see a desperate struggle. The
thing had fallen on Randall, pinning him on the ground. Randall had jammed his
small knife into its head, which was keeping the rotting figure just above him. The
thing was biting at him, its teeth slamming together in an unbearable noise, glassy
eyes rolling around in their sockets, not focused on anything. Randall was screaming,
and the figure was sliding closer and closer, impaling itself further trying to get to Randall.
thing had fallen on Randall, pinning him on the ground. Randall had jammed his
small knife into its head, which was keeping the rotting figure just above him. The
thing was biting at him, its teeth slamming together in an unbearable noise, glassy
eyes rolling around in their sockets, not focused on anything. Randall was screaming,
and the figure was sliding closer and closer, impaling itself further trying to get to Randall.
John felt a strange warmth, emanating from within himself. Waves of heat radiated
from his center outwards, bringing with it a renewed vigor. John was terrified, but
he felt compelled to move. Almost unwillingly he looked at the struggle in front of him
and analyzed it, thinking of things he had never thought of before. If he stayed where
he was, and didn’t flee, he could kick the creature in the head, pushing it over. If he
got it off of Randall and on the ground, he could better destroy it. The knife wasn’t
working so something bigger and heavier would have to be used. His attention was
drawn to something to his left, a root from one of the nearby trees, poking through the
soil above the ravine. John was so far removed from his normal worldview that he felt
like a different person. He should be afraid, he should be absolutely petrified from this
living nightmare that he had never wanted to know existed. But instead of reacting with
fear, his legs were moving toward the root, and his hands which had only ever cowered
before, hands and arms built into a strength from his farm responsibilities, were now
ripping a root from the ground. Bark scratching into his callused hands, John raised the
root above his head and prepared to leap into action, still wondering why he was doing
any of this.
from his center outwards, bringing with it a renewed vigor. John was terrified, but
he felt compelled to move. Almost unwillingly he looked at the struggle in front of him
and analyzed it, thinking of things he had never thought of before. If he stayed where
he was, and didn’t flee, he could kick the creature in the head, pushing it over. If he
got it off of Randall and on the ground, he could better destroy it. The knife wasn’t
working so something bigger and heavier would have to be used. His attention was
drawn to something to his left, a root from one of the nearby trees, poking through the
soil above the ravine. John was so far removed from his normal worldview that he felt
like a different person. He should be afraid, he should be absolutely petrified from this
living nightmare that he had never wanted to know existed. But instead of reacting with
fear, his legs were moving toward the root, and his hands which had only ever cowered
before, hands and arms built into a strength from his farm responsibilities, were now
ripping a root from the ground. Bark scratching into his callused hands, John raised the
root above his head and prepared to leap into action, still wondering why he was doing
any of this.
John’s foot made contact with the rotting monster, pushing it off of Randall and flipping
over. Randall’s knife was stuck in the figure’s head, and would impede the attack he
planned to make. John pushed his knee into the creature’s chest, and ripped the dagger
out of the thing’s head. Ribs collapsed, and John’s knee was soaked but he kept on,
the knife embedded so deep that he had to wrench it out of his head. Then he stood up,
the thing lurching after him, almost unimpacted from the damage it had sustained. But
that would change, as John raised the root high above his head, preparing to destroy
the creature. As he swung the weapon down, something happened. The root began
to glow with a golden light, heavier than it had been before, and warm to the touch. As
it swung downward, John was felt calm, not adrenaline, but warm certainty that this
was the right thing to do, and that this would end well.
over. Randall’s knife was stuck in the figure’s head, and would impede the attack he
planned to make. John pushed his knee into the creature’s chest, and ripped the dagger
out of the thing’s head. Ribs collapsed, and John’s knee was soaked but he kept on,
the knife embedded so deep that he had to wrench it out of his head. Then he stood up,
the thing lurching after him, almost unimpacted from the damage it had sustained. But
that would change, as John raised the root high above his head, preparing to destroy
the creature. As he swung the weapon down, something happened. The root began
to glow with a golden light, heavier than it had been before, and warm to the touch. As
it swung downward, John was felt calm, not adrenaline, but warm certainty that this
was the right thing to do, and that this would end well.
The root cracked down onto the thing’s skull, pulverizing it. If John had been able to
watch the destruction closer, he would have noticed that the light from the root was
turning the things skin into ash. John lifted the root, the ground covered in charred green
remnants of the creature. John stood, breathing heavily, making sure the body wasn’t
moving in any way before checking on Randall. Poor Randall was sitting against the wall,
his knife clutched in his hands, rocking slowly back and forth, muttering something about
the gods to himself. John stumbled to Randall, kneeling beside him, and putting a hand
on the crying boy’s shoulder.
watch the destruction closer, he would have noticed that the light from the root was
turning the things skin into ash. John lifted the root, the ground covered in charred green
remnants of the creature. John stood, breathing heavily, making sure the body wasn’t
moving in any way before checking on Randall. Poor Randall was sitting against the wall,
his knife clutched in his hands, rocking slowly back and forth, muttering something about
the gods to himself. John stumbled to Randall, kneeling beside him, and putting a hand
on the crying boy’s shoulder.