There was a dense jungle a few miles away from the castle. Jungle trees towered and covered most of the jungle region. Vines like parasites, hung sloppily on the firm branches of the trees. The jungle was dotted with several cavern openings, like a zit burst open. Ocelots, like mini cheetahs, roam about the damp jungles. Mushrooms sprouted at random places, appearing very seldom, added to the greenish jungle a little more mix of colors. The jungle seemed like a paradise for the wilderness, but yet for the humans, like a mouth of a gargantuan monster, ready to gobble up a few of the king’s scouts.
A dark shadow swiftly made its way through the damp jungle. Wearing mostly black, it blended like a bat at night, making it extremely inconspicuous. It trekked through the jungle with equivalent skills of an experienced elf huntsman. Moments later, it perched on one of the loftiest trees, its view locked on the castle, barely a few miles away. It reached into one of its cunningly hidden pockets, and fished out a staff. The staff was made out of only a jewel tied onto a stick. The jewel, like no other, shown brightly in the moonlight as if it possessed the ability to glow in the dark.
The shadow promptly raised the staff towards the night sky, currently embedded with a few shimmering stars. The gem on the wizard like staff shone with a purple light. All of a sudden, the ground below started pulsating. Dozens of greenish hands struggled out from the soil below, as if the earth had developed new sets of limbs. The soil pushed out even further as greenish, bloodstained heads started to rise out. The soil finally gave way, and dozens of green skinned bodies, twisted in weird angles, crawled out from the ground. Zombies were being summoned upon the staff. Behind the zombies, sounds of bone rattling could be heard. A troop of skeletons were making its way towards the castle. Wielding a wooden bow, they marched onwards stiffly, as though they were robots too battered and beyond repair. A loftier skeleton strode behind; it was mounted on a spider. The spider had three pairs of bloodshot eyes, which were so menacing that it could even scare the wits out of any living being. Its eight legs, covered with stiff hairs, made a slimy, gory sound as it sauntered.
The shadow, its face partially revealed by the glowing light of the staff, grinned ludicrously as it glanced down on the monsters under his command. It further raised its staff and said in a metallic voice, which made nearby ocelots scamper in shock and surprise:
“The time is nigh, and we shall strike once it reaches twilight.”
It laughed mirthlessly, almost hysterically, and its hand curled and tightened into a fist.
“Tonight the castle of Notch shall fall! And my master would finally sit on his deserved throne…”
