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Old 07-24-2009, 05:27 AM

For an art contest I came up with this picture of a young guy fighting off a wraith with magic. For the write-up I concocted this little story. I kind of liked it and thought I should expand it. Here's what I originally came up with. Oh, and here's the picture that went with the story. (I rewrote a couple lines that bugged me).



Abram pulled up abruptly and listened again, his heart slamming against his ribcage. There it was again - a sound - like the soft scraping of sticks and a rustle of leather - a groan like ice laden trees in winter. Nervously he glanced back towards the gate, but it had been long swallowed in the darkness behind. From here he couldn't even see the lights of the tavern.

Somewhere in the back of his head Adelaide's slurred warning buzzed like an angry bee. She sloshed ale from her mug as she gestured impatiently at him. "Don't go alone to the cemetery tonight. Wait for Seth to recover." Well, Seth wasn't going to just recover. Seth needed medicine and he wasn't going to get any if they didn't finish the job. Adelaide had waved at his protests dismissively. He was making to big of a deal of Seth's condition. Seth had recovered from worse.

But Adelaide hadn't seen the chills that came when the sun set, the fevers and the sweats and wild thrashing. Seth was slowly being hollowed out by the sickness within him. He was dying in terror of the night.

Swallowing his fear Abram crept farther into the ever increasing darkness. In his mind's eye he tried to remember the enchantments Seth used to banish the Dead, to put them to sleep and cast them away. He'd never done this alone before, but that couldn't matter. His brother was counting on him to succeed.

 


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