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night blanketed Haunted forest, the trees were black like burnt wood, the
branches were bare and instead of sap, they had green slime oozing from any
opening. The haunted forest was very large and deep within the forest was a
large clearing. The ground was full of rocks and gray dirt. Nothing grew in the
Haunted forest and the clearing looked even more barren. The only thing in the
clearing was the Necromancer, his evil minions and the Dark spire that stood at
the center of it all. The feeling of dread would wash over all who looked upon
the spire.
John Bones and the Mayor of honeydew village finally reached the
Necromancers spire within the Haunted forest. John stepped out from the black
and twisted trees into a clearing of gray, dead soil and stepped into a gloomy
green mist that lingered through the air.
The mayor followed John into the clearing and looked up at the evil
spire that loomed over them.
John was
technically a minion of the Necromancer but the Mayor was an intruder to the
land and soon alerted the other minions. As soon as the Mayor stepped foot into
the clearing the ground began to shake. Undead minions crawled up from the
ground, ghouls, skeletons and zombies clawed their way from the earth with
their skeletal hands. Eerie howling could be heard in the air, distant and
echoed. John unsheathed his sword and walked forward on the uneasy ground. Undead that guard the spire shambled forward
toward John and new undead continued to rise up from the earth. The Mayor held
up his broad sword as he prepared to fight. His sword was made of silver and
blessed by a priest. He had it forged so that he could slay the Necromancer.
The Mayor
was brave and determined but his resolve wavered in the face of so many
enemies. John saw this “Do not waiver, victory is at hand!” John said then
charged forward to meet the enemy. John ran as fast as he could, his feet
slammed against the ground, if he had a heartbeat it would have been pounding
out of his chest. Most of the undead were nothing more than skeletons and
walking suits of armor, but some had partial human faces, newer undead still
seemed like people. This made John think of himself, how he was no better than
these shambling undead. He began to wonder how he retained so much of his
independence when the others were mindless even when the Necromancer wasn’t
present. John began to doubt himself and his mind became clouded.
“John!”
Shouted the Mayor. John looked up and realized he had reached the undead horde
but was so distracted that he didn’t keep his guard up. An armored skeleton
brought a sword down and slashed Johns arm. John escaped with only a cut on his
arm thanks to the warning from the Mayor. John’s arm began to feel pain and
green blood oozed from his wound. John realized that all of the undead must
carry cursed blades. Which meant any undead carrying a blade of any kind could
permanently kill John. John’s first thought was “That could be a way out” If he
had a way to die then he would no longer be bound to his undead body and maybe he
would find peace. This thought was quickly pushed out. If John died now he
wouldn’t be able to take his revenge out on the Necromancer. Many would suffer
at the hands of the dark wizard if he wasn’t stopped. John knew that he
wouldn’t be able to face Captain Mohardy in the afterlife if John took the easy
way out.
The Mayor
slashed undead as he ran forward to meet up with John. There were so many
zombies, skeletons and undead knights that he couldn’t stand and fight each one
without being overwhelmed. “We need to run to the spire” The Mayor called
ahead.
John was
fighting two Skeleton knights, both with jagged broad swords and covered in
armor. John found it difficult to dodge the attacks and find the weak points in
his opponent’s armor. John ducked one sword slash then stabbed his sword upward
as he stood back up. His sword stabbed into the helmet slots of the first
undead knight. John pulled his sword out and the undead knight crumbled to the
ground. The second knight swung it’s sword at John but just then the Mayor ran
up and cut the skeletons head off. He slashed and perfectly hit the space
between the Skeletons chest armor and the bottom of the helmet.
John and
the Mayor ran forward and reached the Spire gates. John touched the gate and
the door opened. The tower reacted to dark magic and John used his curse to
their advantage. John and the Mayor ran into the spire and closed the door
behind them. The undead didn’t understand how to open the door and just stood
next to the spire with vacant expressions.
John and
the Mayor ran up the stairs as fast as they could. The twisting staircase
seemed to go on for miles. John did not tire but the Mayor was starting to
fatigue. He was a muscular man and very fit but he had been running since they
stepped foot in the clearing and now they had to run to the top of a giant
spire. “Keep going, I will catch up” The Mayor said as he slowed. John
continued to run forward. He knew he couldn’t face the Necromancer alone, but
he couldn’t wait either. He was too determined to seek revenge and couldn’t
bear waiting another moment.
John
reached the top of the spire and kicked open the door. The Necromancer turned
with surprise but then smiled when he saw whom it was. “Ah my lovely Jack
pumpkin head, pumpkin Jack. Jack-o-lantern Jack…well you get the idea. Your
face is a disaster and that’s coming from a Necromancer who has seen all kinds
of faces” The Necromancer said with a cocky smile. The Necromancer wore all
black robes with a small symbol on his chest. The symbol was dark purple and
looked like an eye with a cross through it. The Necromancer had long black hair
and a trimmed goatee. He looked young for such a powerful wizard, late forties
at most.
The
Necromancer lifted his hand up and stopped John just as he tried to pull his
sword. “This is getting tiresome. I noticed you caused quite a disturbance on
the ground. It was amusing but now it has become bothersome” Said the
Necromancer. He closed his hand into a fist and John felt shooting pain through
his body and crumpled to the ground. The Necromancer smiled but his victory was
short lived as an axe came hurling through the air and hit the Necromancer in
the chest. His eyes went wide and he stumbled backward. “W-who was that?” He
muttered as blood dripped from his mouth. He pulled the axe from his chest and
threw it to the ground. The Mayor stood in the doorway behind John. The Mayor
was brandishing his silver sword and had a row of hand axes strapped to his
belt. With the Necromancer distracted John was able to rise up and took his
opportunity to strike.
The
Necromancer tried to stop John but was stabbed through the chest before he
could react. John pulled his sword out and glared at the Necromancer as he
fell to the ground. “That was for the tradewind, its crew and anyone else you
killed” John said.
The
Necromancer began to laugh and then stood back up. “I cannot be killed so
easily” He said. Then held his hand out to summon the source of his powers, a
magical staff of the undead. This ancient artifact boosted the Necromancers
power from his average dark magic abilities to the skill of a one hundred year
old wizard.
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