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Long time since I posted anything here, and this time around I'm doing what might be called a "fan fict." It's a short story, not a short story in terms of classification, but a "not-lasting-so-long-story" like only literally, about... Well, it's based on Warcraft lore, to some extent.
Hope you find it enjoyeable.
Hope you find it enjoyeable.
The Embrace of Death
Tension was in the air. The captain’s breath whitened in front of his eyes, every muscle in his body strained. Every sense alert... Surrounding the small force of humans, was a bleak and unhappy fog, a fog creeping in on them this dreaded night. Every man was pale as the fogged breath before them, the cold shrivelled air freezing on their skin, the stars dotting the cloudless skies sparkling with taunting lights. Something dark drifted across the ochre and with settled on a pile of corpses behind them. The Captain turned his head towards the thing, as did every other man, it raised its head, and its dark deathly hollow gaze met the captain’s eyes. As the head arose, everyone could see the bony structure of this undead raven, its hollow eyes, fleshless body littered with only a few feathers. As it let out a horrendously agonizing screech, white arrows littered the skies. It was no battle, it was no fight. The Captain watched as each man of his force fell dead before him, dotted and pierced with arrows made of human bones...
Then the skeletons came into view, from all around the pile they emerged from the fog, walking at a slow pace, well aware of their victory. What seemed like their leader, a skeleton with extraordinary clothing and a scent of commandment about him, raised his bow and let an arrow fly right into the captain’s chest, not losing its pace. The captain fell to the ground but let no sound of agony slip is mouth; he simply sat back and leaned upwards as the raven landed on his shoulder. The captain raised his hand to attack the raven but another arrow pierced his flesh and another burst of pain was suppressed. Then the sharp beak of the undead creature on his shoulder drilled into his left eye socket, twisting and turning till it finally thwarted out his eye, such pain, such agony... Could not be suppressed.
The skeleton commander kneeled in front of the captain, grabbed one of the arrows with a creaking hand, and whispered “You living creatures of this world, all of you, you disgust me...” with the coldest and fiercest voice the captain had ever heard. He pulled the arrow out and watched as the Captain fell to the ground, the dark words of the skeleton haunting his memory till he faded away...
Tension was in the air. The captain’s breath whitened in front of his eyes, every muscle in his body strained. Every sense alert... Surrounding the small force of humans, was a bleak and unhappy fog, a fog creeping in on them this dreaded night. Every man was pale as the fogged breath before them, the cold shrivelled air freezing on their skin, the stars dotting the cloudless skies sparkling with taunting lights. Something dark drifted across the ochre and with settled on a pile of corpses behind them. The Captain turned his head towards the thing, as did every other man, it raised its head, and its dark deathly hollow gaze met the captain’s eyes. As the head arose, everyone could see the bony structure of this undead raven, its hollow eyes, fleshless body littered with only a few feathers. As it let out a horrendously agonizing screech, white arrows littered the skies. It was no battle, it was no fight. The Captain watched as each man of his force fell dead before him, dotted and pierced with arrows made of human bones...
Then the skeletons came into view, from all around the pile they emerged from the fog, walking at a slow pace, well aware of their victory. What seemed like their leader, a skeleton with extraordinary clothing and a scent of commandment about him, raised his bow and let an arrow fly right into the captain’s chest, not losing its pace. The captain fell to the ground but let no sound of agony slip is mouth; he simply sat back and leaned upwards as the raven landed on his shoulder. The captain raised his hand to attack the raven but another arrow pierced his flesh and another burst of pain was suppressed. Then the sharp beak of the undead creature on his shoulder drilled into his left eye socket, twisting and turning till it finally thwarted out his eye, such pain, such agony... Could not be suppressed.
The skeleton commander kneeled in front of the captain, grabbed one of the arrows with a creaking hand, and whispered “You living creatures of this world, all of you, you disgust me...” with the coldest and fiercest voice the captain had ever heard. He pulled the arrow out and watched as the Captain fell to the ground, the dark words of the skeleton haunting his memory till he faded away...
