Fate of the First Earth: The Awakening

A Night Gone Wrong

     The clock tower struck twelve, announcing midnight with strong bell tones that rang out across the sleeping town. Down from the clock's glowing face, through the empty streets, ending at the city's outskirts was an ancient, but well maintained cemetery where the echoes of the bells could be faintly heard. The moon, creamy yellow in color, dimly illuminated the headstones from its high position in the sky. All was silent with the exception of a light breeze that rustled the autumn leaves of the forest that bordered the graveyard's iron fence. The night's atmosphere was indeed peaceful, so much that the overseer of the cemetery, Saxon Keeper, had dozed off, using the main gate for support, and was unaware of the lurking footsteps that drew near.

     An ever so slight crunching of pebbles approaching the gate entrance was enough to trigger a reflexive twitching in Saxon's elf ears that woke him from his light slumber.  His amber eyes snapped open and began to scan the area from behind the sharp frames of his glasses. The dusty brown hair on his head prickled with high alert as he could sense there was an intruder slinking in the shadows. He did not hesitate to stand, drawing his weapon of choice, a slender blade that reflected the phosphorescence of the moon. The blade was Saxon's form of wild zombie containment, meant to slaughter them in one fatal slice. Although, no matter the circumstance, no matter the opponent, he would wield the sword as he was most experienced with it, and it had never failed him.

     Tension hung in the air as Saxon was motionless, focusing on sounds that disturbed the usual ambience. A soft thud in the grass came from within the gate, as though someone or something decided to leap over the fence. With a quickened gasp, he too effortlessly jumped over, careful not to make much noise as he continued to inspect the darkness cautiously. He crept forward in small steps, allowing his blade to guide him while he shifted his stare in all directions. Sudden shuffling crossed behind him and he swiftly spun to find that the trespasser was quite fast and had darted out of his line of vision once again. The hunt was beginning to grow more pestering by the second and Saxon clenched his teeth in frustration. Whoever had come knew their way around a cemetery, for if they did not he would have captured and most likely disposed of them by this point.

     "I know you are here. Show yourself!" Saxon demanded bluntly as to intimidate his visitor, but only the chirping songs of crickets replied to him. Once more, the intruder swept past him, though this time Saxon was on his game and cut off their path with a swing of his blade. Dark blood flung out from the hit and splattered over the scene, decorating him and the nearby headstones with red, as he identified the person to be female by the reaction scream. Now that he had succeeded, he observed the damage on his weapon, crimson trickling down the silver in vein-like rivers.

     "You should have known not to invade my cemetery. No soul gets past-" he cut his words short as he looked down upon the one who fell victim to his attack, "Daisy Perish?!"

      The zombie queen, Guardian of Undeath, grimaced as she clutched the fresh wound that ripped across her abdomen. Daisy flickered her icy black and gold eyes up to him through stringy blonde bangs with a deadly glare, but grinned through her pain, displaying her sharp and jagged teeth. She began to chuckle lowly at his surprised and irritated expression. Trembling, she managed to push herself up from the blood soaked earth and stand to face him.

     "Why Saxon... You look so shocked to see me..." she struggled to speak with a hoarse voice due to her injury.

     "What are you doing here?! You know better than to come to my cemetery! Yet here you are! You have made a huge mess that I'm going to have to clean up! I hope you're happy with yourself!" Saxon growled, knowing it would do no use to fight her as she would only heal. She was a formidable enemy. Though, not so much an enemy as a nuisance.