The Collection

Alister

He lay on the gravel, motionless. The Battle of Everdeen has claimed many heroes. The body was covered in scars and face was caked with mud. Smoke filled the battlefield and corpses were everywhere. Time has passed and gradually, people moved on with their lives without these people.

Then, one day, an old man came across the very battlefield and treaded upon those lands. He hunched over and sniffed. "I smell the dead...... They need to rest." The man knelt on the ground and mummered," Tis my duty as a Necromancer to put them to rest."

He came across that very body of the war hero and placed his hands on the corpse's heart, or where it should've been and closed his eyes. He chanted," Take thee through the passageway of time and seal his soul, for this man deserves rest."

The Necromancer frowned as he sensed a presence. He was enveloped in darkness and a cloud of black smoke floated in front of him. "I thank you for attempting to settle me to rest. But I have one last mission to finish. Grant me the strength to overcome the boundaries of Death and give me this last chance." The Necromancer couldn't object for it was his tradition's law.

"Very well. But take heed, one can only run from Death for so long."

The Necromancer chanted something in a different language, one that didn't seem like anyone heard of and his vision was no longer engulfed in darkness. What stood before him was not a zombie, neither was it a man. It was a pile of bones, a skeleton. An actual re-living skeleton brought back to life. Smoke drifted from the skeleton. It still had it's helmet on and rusty chainmail armour still worn on.

"Before you go, I must ask you something. What was your name?"

The skeleton looked back and said," My name was, and still is Alister Fletchling the Fifth, ruler of the Great Plains." And he walked away towards the mountains, covered with only a leather hat and a black, tattered robe.