Shadow: Wraithlord Part 2

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Shadow: Wraithlord Part 2 by Shadow

"Nooooo!" Seth fought with all his strength against the rope as his future wife dangled at the end of that rope, squirming for air. After a little time had passed, her legs stopped moving, and the rope and her body swayed limply in the light breeze. In the meantime, the brigands had packed up their valuables and appeared to be ready to move on. All three moved over to Seth, who was now reduced to kneeling on the ground, sobbing. As they approached, Seth looked up and saw the largest pull a dagger from his side. It was then he accepted his fate, accepted he would soon meet his wife again in the spirit world, and stood to meet his destiny.

"Nooooo!" Seth fought with all his strength against the rope as his future wife dangled at the end of that rope, squirming for air. After a little time had passed, her legs stopped moving, and the rope and her body swayed limply in the light breeze. In the meantime, the brigands had packed up their valuables and appeared to be ready to move on. All three moved over to Seth, who was now reduced to kneeling on the ground, sobbing. As they approached, Seth looked up and saw the largest pull a dagger from his side. It was then he accepted his fate, accepted he would soon meet his wife again in the spirit world, and stood to meet his destiny.

One of the smaller brigands lunged to gut him with his dagger. Somehow, whether it was the constant friction against the tree or a benevolent spirit come to save him, the rope snapped against the tree just in time for Seth to duck and roll under the knife. Just like in his dream, that ancient knife was in his hand. Whether he had grabbed it from the ground involuntarily when he rolled or the knife had found his hand he never knew. What matter then was he wanted revenge. One of the smaller brigands lunged to gut him with his dagger. Somehow, whether it was the constant friction against the tree or a benevolent spirit come to save him, the rope snapped against the tree just in time for Seth to duck and roll under the knife. Just like in his dream, that ancient knife was in his hand. Whether he had grabbed it from the ground involuntarily when he rolled or the knife had found his hand he never knew. What matter then was he wanted revenge. The final brigand, gripped with fear at what he had just seen happen to his friends, carelessly tripped over a stone and tumbled to the ground. In an instant Seth was hovering over him, a large rock in his hand. He motioned to strike the man, crushing his face, when memories of his father flashed back. This was a man, just like himself and all other human beings. Countless times his father had reminded him of how alike all men were, and how even in the worst people there was always a little good. Seth could not believe he was ready to murder this man with his bare hands. The pause was enough for the fallen brigand, who grabbed the small blade from his boot and flung it at Seth. The blade hit him square in the chest, lodging itself between two rib bones and puncturing a lung. As Seth collapsed to his knees gripping his wound, the remaining brigand ran off into the darkness never to be seen again.

All Seth could feel after that was pain. Fresh, warm blood ran down from the wound and soaked his shirt. He could only crawl through the woods, hoping to find the city of Delucia, or perhaps a remote house like his once was. The dagger remained stuck in his chest, the handle scraping the dirt as he crawled towards what looked like the forest's edge. Beyond, he spied the gray stone of the Paladin's outpost on the outskirts of Delucia. Only this structure was not as tall, and was probably five times as wide. It was then he recognized the smell burned into his memory for all time; the odor of blood, of death, of orcs.

Looking to his right, Seth saw the infamous orc fort. Its walls stood around ten feet tall, and ended in carved points to prevent attackers from climbing over. He heard an orc cry out from the fort in anger, most likely from an internal fight for food or fun. In an instant Seth decided this building would be safer than lying in front of the orcs, and worked his way inside. Oddly enough, a man sat on a throne at the end of the building around fifty feet away. White flowers lined the walls to his seat, and a brazier crackled and burned at either side. A glowing purple staff lay tilted against the throne, and in the light it appeared as if his skin was gray. As Seth crawled closer, he realized it was not the light. Looking to his right, Seth saw the infamous orc fort. Its walls stood around ten feet tall, and ended in carved points to prevent attackers from climbing over. He heard an orc cry out from the fort in anger, most likely from an internal fight for food or fun. In an instant Seth decided this building would be safer than lying in front of the orcs, and worked his way inside. Oddly enough, a man sat on a throne at the end of the building around fifty feet away. White flowers lined the walls to his seat, and a brazier crackled and burned at either side. A glowing purple staff lay tilted against the throne, and in the light it appeared as if his skin was gray. As Seth crawled closer, he realized it was not the light.

Looking to his right, Seth saw the infamous orc fort. Its walls stood around ten feet tall, and ended in carved points to prevent attackers from climbing over. He heard an orc cry out from the fort in anger, most likely from an internal fight for food or fun. In an instant Seth decided this building would be safer than lying in front of the orcs, and worked his way inside. Oddly enough, a man sat on a throne at the end of the building around fifty feet away. White flowers lined the walls to his seat, and a brazier crackled and burned at either side. A glowing purple staff lay tilted against the throne, and in the light it appeared as if his skin was gray. As Seth crawled closer, he realized it was not the light. Looking to his right, Seth saw the infamous orc fort. Its walls stood around ten feet tall, and ended in carved points to prevent attackers from climbing over. He heard an orc cry out from the fort in anger, most likely from an internal fight for food or fun. In an instant Seth decided this building would be safer than lying in front of the orcs, and worked his way inside. Oddly enough, a man sat on a throne at the end of the building around fifty feet away. White flowers lined the walls toler, he ithet.