The Chipenden Spook

Chapter 1: The Shaiksa Assassin

My name is Thomas Ward, as of right now I am the Chipenden Spook. Although it has been a struggle and an life changing experience to get where I am now and the knowledge I have yet to share, within a moment, I almost had everything taken away from me.

I'd have to say I've took in many unbelievable decisions that no one should be forced to make. Some, I had no say in at all. I've done and seen things only I could describe. A life as a Spook is difficult, yes. But someone has to do it.

As I come to recall, no matter how many dark memories I have encountered, I realize good eventually comes within. And sometimes, as fortunate as things could possibly get, luck is right by your side.

I remember the night as if it had just been yesterday. To start further off, within less of a year, my life moved from one place, to another traumatically. I had succeed in the battle against the Fiend, but to come with a terrible cost. My own master, John Gregory, had lost his life. Not to mention the loss of a deep friendship, with the person I held dearest, Alice Deane.

I'm going through a overwhelming mixture of feelings these days. You see, it started with the end of the Fiend. A new powerful god will rise, Talkus, taking the form of a Skelt. The threat has been taken in a land far from my home in Chipenden. Which is why I am here, in a land far different than mine. Or so it seems...

I've been forced to fight the Shaiksa assassin, Kauspetnd. I've been pretending to be something I'm not. I've been listening to orders, that little did I know would get me killed. I am a Spook, right? Or was at the least... Spooks need to do what they feel is right and rely on their instincts to make the best decisions possible. I took orders and in no where named did I object. I have an apprentice, Jenny Calder... I've many things that I need to attend to, and sort out on my own. So many things...

But there I was. Alive. You see, when I had fought the assassin, we had a suspenseful fight. It had cost him his life, but not before he took mine. I had been pierced in the torso with one of Kauspetnd's blades. The pain had surged through me as I fell to my knees, trying to capture and save all the air I could. Obviously the experience was unbearable and ended quickly, and the last thing me remembering was the death of the assassin, and the crowd coming to a complete and utter silence.

That was it.

I knew I was dying, and I knew I would be dead in seconds. Unfortunately, that's exactly how it happened.

I've been told, that Grimalkin had rushed me to shelter, so she could aid my gash. The healing process began, but, they told me, it didn't complete before I was long gone. So as it was, I was dead and had to be buried. I was put in my coffin, and was about to be taken under, when the most impossible thing happened, that gave me, a second chance at life...

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There are 20 chapters so far in the story so I will try to update every day. Whenever the actual writer of this story updates, I will too. Stay tuned for the second chapter!