Post by dukejebawe on Sept 29, 2007 14:35:14 GMT -5
I wrote this story because I enjoy reading stories like this, which is all the reason a person needs to write a story.
Deep in a dark forest, besides a small lake, lies the perfect place for resting, so thought a young boy who once lived near there. Every day he would travel trough the woods just to reach that place. There he would play, fish, he even invited a girl there once to "play" with. One day, after having fallen asleep by the water, he awoke to the sound of drums from deep in the forest. "T'is odd." he thought. "I have never heard the sound of drums from the deep woods 'til tonight."
Splashing water from the lake in his face, he paused momentarily, staring into the depths of the lake. For a moment, it had seeme like the face of a fine elven maiden had stared back at him from the water, yet this was impossible. "Another odd happenstance, it seems" the young boy said aloud. "perhaps I should investigate the drums further? Father would certainly not like to have intruders on his property".
After but moments of thought, the young boy decided to follow the sound of drums, echoing from the deep woods. As the drums grew louder and louder, so too did the air grow heavier, filled with the odour of rotting flesh.
At last he reached a clearing, wherein he found a dark gathering. A black altar sat at the center, upon which stood the elven maiden which the boy had seen in the waters earlier. The maiden was crying, clearly distrought about something. Around the maiden stood five cloaked men, their faces shrouded in darkness. The men were too busy drumming to notice the new arrival, but the elven maiden looked at the boy, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Realising what he had found, the boy quickly hid before the men noticed him. "The fair elven maiden must have contacted me by magic." he thought. "She must wish for me to save her, i must act!"
Looking around, the boy noticed several corpses hidden in the underbrush. One of them, conveniently positioned next to the boy's hiding place, was still holding a fine silver shortsword.
Grapping the hilt, and, though he had no combat experience, the boy charged straight into the clearing, holding the sword high. The men simply turned and smiled. The boy lounged at one of the men, cutting into his flesh. The man cried out in pain and doubled over in pain. Laughing wickedly, the man died with a smile on his face. "your profane ritual ends here, miscreants!" the boy said proudly.
The other men just laughed at the boy's efforts. The elven maiden laughed as well. The boy looked at the elven maiden, and to his horror, he saw that she was no elf at all. Her skin was rotting off, he teeth filed to points, her hair writhing like dying snakes. Red lightning danced across the sky as the corpses in the underbrush rose to their feet and shambled towards the boy.
Giving in the despair, the young boy cried out as the walking dead descended upon him...
He awoke screaming...
Deep in a dark forest, besides a small lake, lies the perfect place for resting, so thought a young boy who once lived near there. Every day he would travel trough the woods just to reach that place. There he would play, fish, he even invited a girl there once to "play" with. One day, after having fallen asleep by the water, he awoke to the sound of drums from deep in the forest. "T'is odd." he thought. "I have never heard the sound of drums from the deep woods 'til tonight."
Splashing water from the lake in his face, he paused momentarily, staring into the depths of the lake. For a moment, it had seeme like the face of a fine elven maiden had stared back at him from the water, yet this was impossible. "Another odd happenstance, it seems" the young boy said aloud. "perhaps I should investigate the drums further? Father would certainly not like to have intruders on his property".
After but moments of thought, the young boy decided to follow the sound of drums, echoing from the deep woods. As the drums grew louder and louder, so too did the air grow heavier, filled with the odour of rotting flesh.
At last he reached a clearing, wherein he found a dark gathering. A black altar sat at the center, upon which stood the elven maiden which the boy had seen in the waters earlier. The maiden was crying, clearly distrought about something. Around the maiden stood five cloaked men, their faces shrouded in darkness. The men were too busy drumming to notice the new arrival, but the elven maiden looked at the boy, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Realising what he had found, the boy quickly hid before the men noticed him. "The fair elven maiden must have contacted me by magic." he thought. "She must wish for me to save her, i must act!"
Looking around, the boy noticed several corpses hidden in the underbrush. One of them, conveniently positioned next to the boy's hiding place, was still holding a fine silver shortsword.
Grapping the hilt, and, though he had no combat experience, the boy charged straight into the clearing, holding the sword high. The men simply turned and smiled. The boy lounged at one of the men, cutting into his flesh. The man cried out in pain and doubled over in pain. Laughing wickedly, the man died with a smile on his face. "your profane ritual ends here, miscreants!" the boy said proudly.
The other men just laughed at the boy's efforts. The elven maiden laughed as well. The boy looked at the elven maiden, and to his horror, he saw that she was no elf at all. Her skin was rotting off, he teeth filed to points, her hair writhing like dying snakes. Red lightning danced across the sky as the corpses in the underbrush rose to their feet and shambled towards the boy.
Giving in the despair, the young boy cried out as the walking dead descended upon him...
He awoke screaming...