Moments of grim silence followed, as the child looked towards the grand gates.
His mind still couldn't accept the thought, that he was outside the "Grand Wall".
"Kid you better run!" When suddenly one of the mageknights yelled, from atop the walls.
"Those towers will be activated soon," Man yelled, whilst pointing towards one of the towers "and they won't be friendly towards you either!"
Towers were the city's strongest line of defense, they would scorch anything with rays of fire.
For on top of the towers, were the dragon heads. And their eyes, were always in search for intruders.
They would scorche even the people who came from inside the grand wall, no one is ment to leave the city.
For being outside the walls, ment a certain death.
When a person is cast out of the city, the first thing one needs to do. Is get away as far as possible, from the walls and the towers.
A slight panic took over the boy, as he began to run towards the forest.
He ran as fast as he could, the more he ran, more his heart raced.
And whilst he ran, the stone road which led to the city, was slowly devoured by moss and roots of the plants.
The crimson sky, was hidden by the crowns of trees.
Soon, he was in the shadow of the forest. Trunks of the trees, seemed like some deformed figures.
With twisted faces on them, some smiled whilst others, wept.
Child stopped to take his breath for a moment, he slowly looked around.
Chilling mist spread as far as the eye could see. Songs of insects, echoed from the distance.
And a strong sense of danger, swept around the boy.
He took out the necklace, which he recived from the priestess.
And put it around his neck, for the wings of an angel. Were there to guide the lost souls, through the dark.
But those were only tales, one could find tons of such necklaces in the market for a cheap price.
For they were ment to be only a simple "good luck" charm.
The forest was dark, fading rays of the sun could be seen. Piercing the thick crowns of trees.
Relictus began to walk. Towards where, he did not knew.
But he had to continue, or else he would be a sweet meal for horrors of the night.
Time passed, and night slowly came. Whispers of the wind and sounds of leaves, spread around him.
Shadows from afar seemed like living creatures, always following him, always glareing at him.
A sense of fear appeared in his mind. Fear, of the dark.
Constant fear, of something which is near. And yet, not there.
He could barely see ahead of him, from the dreadful cold mist.
A strange sounds would occasionally echo in the distance, sometimes it would be the sound of broken branches.
And sometimes, a howling of the wolves.
The boy decided to climb to a nearest tree, to spend the night.
As he went towards the tree, he heard noise coming from the bushes behind him few steps away.
When a sudden urge to move faster, awoken in his mind and body.
And fear swept across his back, for he dared not look behind.
Suddenly the boy ran towards the tree, from all his might.
When something behind him jumped out of the bushes, and chased after him.
He knew that the creature was right behind him, as it made horrible moans and weird screams.
When he was close enough, the boy stepped and jumped from a large rock. Which was near the tree.
He grabbed for one of the tree's branches, but barely held for it.
As he hanged, the boy tried to climb on the thick branch for which he held.
When suddenly, he felt sharp claws, piercing his right leg.
A cry of pain, left the boy's mouth. And the creature, tried to dragg him down.
It made hisses, and angry screams. As it was hungry for child's flesh.
The boy tried to break loose, from it's grip. By hitting it in it's claws, with his left leg.
But the more he hit the creature, the more it became enraged.
His hold of the branch, began to weaken. His strenght, was about to abandone him.
"Let me go!" The child in fear yelled.
He was about to let go of the branch, when suddenly the creature left him alone.
With last of his strenght, boy climbed on the thick branch. And as he lay on the branch, he searched for the creature with his eyes.
But it was nowhere to be found.
The howling became louder and louder, as it seemed that the wolves were near.
When down below, another shadow passed through. With speed that of an lightning.
Brief moments of silence followed, as the boy tried to stay silent from all his might.
He slowed down his breathing, and tried to stay calm. For he did not knew, what kind of horror came.
From the nerby bushes echoed a familiar scream, that of anger and pain.
And then an angry roar followed, as the sound of broken branches and bushes filled the air.
Screaming and roaring echoed through the forest, as the two creatures fought.
The boy did not knew where to look with his eyes, for the noise came from all around him.
When one of the creatures, flew out from the nerby shadows, and hit the trunk of a tree, with it's body.
Soon after, the other creature jumped out of nowhere. And began to rip appart, the already dead monster.
As the boy witnessed the brutality, which went on bellow him. The other shadow seemed like an enormous wolf standing on two legs.
With strong arms and shoulders, and a tail.
"Elma camelia." The boy chanted a spell, and slowly his entire body and clothes. Gained a texture of a tree.
The spell blended the boy with tree's branches and leaves, hiding him from the horrors of the forest.
An hairy muscular arm, suddenly came from above him. It grabbed for the very branch, the boy lay upon.
It was so close to his face, that he could clearly see sharp claws.
He dared not move, lest he would become meal. For whatever was above him.
Creature bent down it's head, as it looked towards the carcass and the other creature.
The two seemed like they were communicating, between eachother.
When boy looked close enough at the creature, whos head was right next to his face. It's head had a shape that of an wolf.
Now Relictus was certain, that the two creatures were werewolves.
One that was above him jumped down, and the two dragged away the corpse, of unknown creature.
He waited in silence, as the sounds of bushes and broken branches faded away into the distance.
Boy waited, and waited. Until only the sound of wind and dancing leaves, filled the air.
It was late night, from the mist, the ground was lost to the eye.
Strange shadows, were dancing in the distance.
Boy mustered the courage, to move again.
He turned around, and sat on the thick branch.
Pain in his right leg became unbearable, he quickly took off his shoe to see the wound. And put it, in his lap.
It was the child's luck, that the wolves made a bloody mess below him.
For the scent of blood, weighted heavily in the air around the tree. And so, they were unable to pick his scent.
He bled slightly from his wound, which was right above the ankle. Child quickly took the book, from his leather bag, which was around his waist.
Relictus picked a leaf from the nerby branch, "Illuminate" and chanted whilst opening the book.
Leaf began to glow, with gentle blue light.
As he sought a spell, which could heal him. After few turned pages, the boy found what he was looking for.
A spell named Curaga, it was an rather old spell. But it could heal some wounds nevertheless.
"Anora curaga." The child silently chanted, as he put his right hand onto the wound.
Slowly, below the hand appeared a soft red light. His pain began to fade away gradually.
And the boy's strenght, was drained even more from the spell.
Tired and exhausted, he removed the hand from his wound. Only to see it partally healed.
The important thing, was that the bleeding stopped. Wound itself would be better by morning.
Relieved, "Elma camelia." he chanted the same spell. Which blended him with the tree.
He fell asleep, and was yet to be a witness to the morning sun.
Shadows passed over his closed eyes, as the cold wind began to blow.
From the chilling wind, the boy woke up. It has been a few hours, since he fell asleep.
His wound had almost healed, and he thanked the gods that he was still alive.
Dawn was near, and the spell which kept him hidden. Faded away.
He sat up, on the branch. And noticed that the sky, became brighter.
Cold morning breeze, swept across his face. As the raven's grim song, echoed in the morning silence.
The child continued to climb up on the tree, as he wanted to reach the very top of it.
Slowly, he made his way to the top. And as he uncovered the leaves, he witnessed an beautiful sunrise in the distance.
Sun was being born again in the east, behind the horizon.
It's blue gentle light, blessed his heart with hope.
Hope, that he may yet to survive. In this dangeorus world.
Back to the west, the boy saw the city and it's high towers in the distance.
He was tormented only by one thought, whilst he looked towards the towers.
Who and when, murdered those three boys? Back in the city.
For Relictus was certain, that he was not the cause of their deaths.
He turned back his head, towards the east and the sun.
Far in the distance, the forest seemed to be less thicker.
And he noticed a lake, which shun with blue light, as the water reflected the sun rays.
To the north, a tall white mountains stood. Their sheer size, put the city's grand walls, to shame.
Tales spoke of a grand citadel ruins, which lay beyond the great white mountains.
It was told, that in those cursed ruins. One could find relics of old, which contained limitless power.
But those were just stories, and all who went towards the white mountains. Never returned.
For world outside the city walls, was indeed perilous.
Slowly, Relictus climbed down the tree. Branch by branch.
And he went towards the east, for he knew what awaited him there.
Vast grasslands, and beyond them. An ocean.
The forest, seemed less hostile durning the day. But still dangerous.
For horrors of the night, were only replaced, with horrors that of the day.
As the day went on, the mist became less thicker. And one could clearly see far into the distance.
But no matter how old the day grew, the mist would never completly fade away.
Child was well deep into the forest now, and one wrong turn, could lead to a disaster.
As he travelled through the forest, the sound of water gently streaming among the rocks, could have been heard.
He sped up his pace, as his mind was overcomed with slight joy.
For he came across an beautiful river.
It clearly came from the mountains in the north, for the water was pure and cold.
Boy stood beside an enormous boulder near the shore, surrounded by high grass and bushes.
River was wide, and deep. He leaned on the boulder, as he sought the way across.
Child couldn't just simply swim across, there was no telling what could be lurking below the river's gentle surface.
His eyes searched upstream for the way across, when he saw something in the distance over the river.
Something, that made him immediately crouch and hide into the high grass.
Not too far away, a werewolf left the shades of the trees.
It came down to the shore, and looked around carefully.
When the beast was certain that the area was safe, it bent down and drank the water from the river.
The beast had a rather delicate and slender body, but muscular nevertheless.
Boy was certain it was a female, for her "charms" could have been noticed, below the thick fur.
Slowly she turned around, and let out a gentle howl.
When three of her cubs, appeared from the forest.
They quickly ran towards their mother, and drank the cold river water.
And whilst they drank, she stood guard. Ready to defend her cubs, if any danger appeared in her sight.
Brief moments passed, and finally the shewolf and her cubs. Went back and disappeared into the forest.
The boy was relieved, and he rose up from the high grass.
When he saw a strange blurry shape below the river's surface.
A shape of a enormous fish-like creature.
He slightly moved away, from the wet river shore. And found a rock lying in the shadow, of the boulder.
Child sat on it, to rest and think for a while.
The other side of the river, suddenly became a dangerous place in his eyes.
For he knew that the lair of that shewolf, was close.
Brief moments passed, as the sound of water and dancing waves. Filled his ears.
Boy rose up, with determination in his eyes.
He went downstream, following the river. In hopes that he will find a suitable place to cross on the other side.
It was noon already, whilst he walked downstream.
The child knew, if the night caught him again. He would have to find a safe place, to spend the night.
When finally, after long walk. He found a narrow part of the river.
In it, he saw a giant old tree trunk lying. It must have fell down durning one of the storms making an ideal bridge to go on the other side.
Carefully, child climbed up on the trunk. And slowly went across.
He safely crossed the river, and for a moment. He saw again an blurry image in the water.
Wasting no more time, the boy went ahead, into the forest.
As he walked, the mist became more thicker every passing hour.
The night, was near.
So he searched the ground, for a piece of long strong wood.
Which he could use as a suitable, staff.
And after a short search, he found a strong branch of Oak.
It would make a perfect staff for the child.
The staff was tall almost as the boy himself, and it was few days old.
As the day faded away, the chilling breeze of night, could have been felt upon the skin.
Whilst there was still some light remaining, he climbed up on one of the trees, which was near.
Relictus climbed all the way up, on the tallest branch.
He comfortably positioned himself on it, as the branch was rather wide and thick.
It could easily support the weight, of such small child.
And as the leaves whispered with the wind, so did the sun fade behind the horizon.
Time flew by slowly, as the boy's mind entered into a sleep.
Only to be awoken by the sound of enormous flapping wings.
As he winced from his sleep, his eyes witnessed a movement of huge wings. In the night sky.
Down in the shadows of the forest, one could not see a true form of an creature.
But up in the sky, the silver light of the moon, revealed the horrors of the night.
And those were Harpies, the books spoke of them as the bird-women.
Who devoured the flesh of their victims, and leave the bones to the wolves.
Indeed the tales were told of powerful harpies, who could transform into a women, which possesed a breathtaking beauty.
But now, above the boy, under the light of the moon.
Flew across the sky, an entire flock of bird-women.
For one is never truly safe, in the world outside of the city walls.
Constant danger lurks on the ground, and in the sky.
A lesson, which boy learned too late.
For it was the shadow of the small branches, which kept him slightly hidden.
From the hungry eyes of the Harpies.
One rash move, and the boy would be made meal for the chickens.
He slowed down his breathing, as the beats of his heart, echoed in his ears.
Gawking and partial screaming, echoed from the sky.
As the flock of bird-women, flew to the north and dissapeared behind the white mountains.
Slight relief, came to child's heart. And he took a deep breath, as he looked across the forest.
The forest bathed in the silver light of the moon, and the howling of the wolves echoed from the distance of the forest.
Occasionally a disturbing sound of broken branches, would come from the ground below the boy.
Making him hold for the tree in fear, and search the ground for whatever caused the noise.
But all he would see were shadows, crawling across the earth.
And a dreadful mist, hiding the land from the sight of an eye.
For yet another night had come, and it brought it's horrors with it.
But this time, the boy was prepeared. he found his safety on the top of a tree.
But even there, he was not safe, and he knew that very well.
Sound of thunder suddenly echoed above the land, as the boy saw the dark clouds coming from the south.
Yet another storm, was on it's way.
From time to time, a flash of light would spread across the land.
For in the distance, lightnings raged below the dark clouds.
They would come from above, striking the land with furious might.
And every time they struck, a flash of light revealed the night.
The crowns of trees began to move forcefuly, as the wind became stronger every passing moment.
Naturaly, this was the time when all creatures, sought shelter from the rain.
All living creatures, that is.
For the storm, brought it's own horrors with it.
A horrors of the long forgotten dead.
For durning the storms, the dead would come out to play.
Ghouls, Zombies, Skeletons, Ghosts, all sorts of abominations.
And even the Werewolves and similar creatures, would stay at their lairs to avoid them.
Child was familiar with the undead, he knew all about them.
For he was the only black mage in the university. Or rather, an only necromancer.
But even so, they were dangerous to him.
And the boy rushed down the tree, as fast as he could.
Long ago, a war was waged across the entire land.
Thousands of lives were lost, and those who could not find peace in death.
Continued to roam the land, ever hungry for the flesh of the living.
When the boy reached the lowest branch, he first tossed a quick look around the forest.
And indeed, all of the living creatures were gone.
Even the birds and insects silenced, before the coming storm.
He jumped down from the branch, with staff and leather bag in his hands.
The storm had yet to arrive to the area, around the boy. So he had little time, to find a safe place from the undead.
Of course, he would be safe on the tree from the most.
But the storm would pose a great threat to him, also the ghouls absolutely love to hang around the trees.
it was not a problem for a Ghoul to climb, the rotten bastards could climb anywhere with their sharp enormous claws.
For claws were their greatest weapon, sharp as razor blades, they could slice open almost anything.
As the boy stood beneath the tree, a sound of raging thunder echoed above the land.
For he knew not where to hide, his mind simply went out of ideas.
And so he ran, he ran away from the storm.
And as he ran, he stumbled across the same river again.
The boy saw the very tree trunk he used to cross over it.
Raindrop hit his ear, and as he looked up.
Rain began to fall from the dark sky, as the wind howled with fury in it's voice.
And every time the lightning strucked in the distance, a flash of light would reveal the land from dark.
It was over, he had lost all hope of surviving the night.
And so, in silence he walked upstream. Listening to the sounds of wind and thunder.
He grew tired of being alone, and only hoped for a quick death.
The sound of rain echoed, and each drop of rain, made a ripple in the water.
Relictus passed the spot, where he saw a shewolf drink with her cubs.
And he walked even farther upstream to the north.
Only to reach a small cliff and the waterfall.
The cliff was enveloped with enormous roots, moss and grass.
Whilst he looked up, something fell from the waterfall to the river.
Surprising the boy.
The body surfaced up, as the river's current carried it downstream.
It was a strange creature, large eyes, enormous teeth, frog-like head and legs, and the rest was that of an fish.
On it's body a three sharp cuts could have been noticed, like they came from a sword.
But they were precisely placed, beside eachother.
And it seemed more like a slice with a claw, than that of an sword.
When something jumped down from a cliff, on the other side of the river.
The boy quickly hid, amongst the rocks of the cliff. And looked carefuly towards the other side.
From the high grass near the river shore, a rotten hand came out.
The fingers were missing from the hand, and were replaced with claws that of bone.
And as the creature appeard from the grass, it's rotten body could make a person puke.
For one could see the rotten flesh hanging from rib cage.
All the bones could have been noticed, below it's rotten skin.
And the creature walked using both it's hands and legs, for it was the ghoul.
Deformed jaw with enormous fangs, barely hanged from it's skull, as it seemed that it could drop off any moment.
It had no eyes, for it's hollow eye sockets contained horror of death in them.
Slimy worms poured out both from it's hollow eyes, and it's rib cage.
The monster sniffed around, as if it was searching for something.
When suddenly an angry roar echoed in the distance beyond the cliff, and the ghoul crouched up.
"It must have came from the shewolf" the boy though to himself, as he was certain that her lair was close.
The ghoul jumped on a cliff, and it climbed up with ease.
For all undead were drawn to the noise, especially ghouls and zombies.
when the boy noticed something, behind the waterfall. He looked carefuly towards it.
A small narrow cave enterance lay, he quickly went towards the cave, and entered.
Cave was dark, and it seemed to be small. The child rushed out and picked a leaf from the high grass.
And as he re-entered the cave, "Illuminate." he chanted. And the long leaf shun with gentle blue light.
Indeed the cave was small, but it was a good hiding place from the undead and the storm.
Suddenly he stumbled upon a skeleton of a werewolf, from the way it lay. The creature must have had a very slow death, probably bled to death.
The child sat beside it, placed the staff and leather bag aside. And leaned on the cave wall, looking towards the enterance.
He took out a book from the leather bag, and began to study the spells it contained.
For it seemed, that the rain would not stop anytime soon.
It was midnight, outside the sounds of thunder, wind and rain echoed.
As the enchanted leaf, which the boy used as a small light source began to lose it's light.
Relictus discarded the leaf, for he learned a new, better spell.
The "Allfire" spell, it was the fire which consumed anything, and the water could not snuff it out.
But it took out a great portion of caster's strenght, not to mention that the spell was ment for fully grown up wizards.
And not for the twelve year old children.
He rose up, and put the staff and book aside.
The child took the bones of the werewolf, and positioned them in line across the enterance of the cave.
Last came it's skull, which the boy put atop the pile of bones.
He backed off from the enterance, and spread his arms towards the bones.
"Burn bright, fire of life." he chanted calmly. The sound of raindrops, clashing against the rocks and the river's surface echoed from outside.
As the wind's furious howl, carried wrath of long forgotten dead.
And the bones, stood at the enterance. For nothing happened.
Confusion strucked his mind, as he prepeared to chant the words once more.
"Burn bright fire of life." He chanted the words once again.
But nothing happened. As if the spell was false.
Nevertheless he kept on chanting. And he chanted, and chanted.
Overtime, frustration came to the boy's mind. And it slowly turned into anger.
So great was the boy's anger, that he hit the pile of bones with his leg.
From the wrathful strike, the bones flew all over the place.
The skull flew outside, piercing the waterfall and falling deep into the river.
For the first time in his life, wrath burned in the child's heart.
His eyes held an inferno of anger and hate, within them.
His entire body shook in anger.
Outside awaited the dangerous dead, but there was no room for fear in his heart.
For a sudden urge to burn and destroy, appeared in his mind.
As if some horrible demon possesed him, his mind went blank.
The boy stormed outside with a smile on his face, raindrops hit his skin, and slided down across his body.
And there he climbed up the cliff, rock by rock, root by root.
When he reached the top, the boy noticed a swarm of zombies in the shallows of the river.
He stood up on his feet, and looked towards them. As they surrounded the cave in front of them.
The cave of an Shewolf.
There she was, her body full of bites. But still standing, for she defended her cubs with all her might.
A laughter suddenly echoed across the forest, a laughter of a boy who snapped.
All of the zombies turned to him, as some of the ghouls appeared from the nerby shadows of the forest.
The wraiths and ghost left the crowns of trees, and rushed towards the child.
As their hunger grew even more.
Shewolf looked at the child with confusion, as she quickly took her cubs and ran away into the forest.
The child's laughter became more deep and demonic, every passing moment.
As the horde of hungry dead closed in around him.
"Hehe...haha..." The child laughed "Burn..hehe...burn bright fire of life..hahaha.." he giggled as the zombies got even closer to him.
Only in one moment, "BURN BURN BURNNNNN!" the child screamed demonicly.
When blue ion fire exploded from within his soul, and all around him burned in an inferno full of wrath.
His clothes turned into ashes, as they were the first thing which the allfire devoured.
The forest around him bursted into the flames, as the clouds in the sky, were shattered by the furious inferno.
Ground shook, as rocks and smaller objects levitated in the air. As if the gravity itself was destroyed.
A pillar of fire rose above the land, as whole of the world basked in it's light.
In the castle, king slept. As some strange light awokened him.
He opened his eyes, and slowly looked through the large windows.
When he saw a vast pillar of blue ion flames, storming into the sky.
As the clouds themselves, were set on fire.
King jumped out of the bed, and rushed to the balcony outside.
He was speachless.
"By the gods! The apocalypse is here!" One of the guards yelled from below, as the entire city watched, the heavens shatter.
The old guild master witnessed the scene too, from his tower.
Relief enveloped his heart, "That's my boy." and spoke with a smile on his face.
Undead were schorched, plants withered, water vaporized. And the heavens trembled.
His scream echoed across the land, and the mountains.
And in one moment, silence appeared and darkness of the night returned.
The storm was no more, and stars shun in the clear night sky.
Brief moments passed, when an wind swept around the child.
Carrying the stench and ashes of burned dead, and plants.
Still the land was engulfed with small flames around the boy, as the water coming from the mountains, filled the riverbed again.
Naked, child fell on his knees, and passed out near a huge rock on the waterfall.
Each one of us, has a clock within our hearts. For a person is like a timed bomb.
It is only matter of time, before our mind snaps and we explode.