Necromancer

Chapter 8

Loud voices began to ensue from above me. The horses came to an abrupt halt feet away from my face. The rain steadily dropped the pitter patter couldn't muffle the sound of my heart pounding. I didn’t dare to move, trying to keep my breathing under control. “Where the crap are we now!” This doesn’t look like Caern to me!” A stern but calm voice could be heard next. “The king said that scumbag would try to get to caern he wouldn't have made it far.” another voice chimed in this one with a thick accent. “Wadd lod o horse shite i tell ya! That magic man alredda doing his witchcraft i bet ya! Letus ge da hell ou of here!” “Jameson You idiot! You know how much this scranny fella worth dont ya?” “400,000 gold” the stern voice interrupted. “WHADA HECK! my golly tha alot of dough!” I tried to keep myself from laughing as I heard the conversation. “Exactly pal, with that much gold we could all get our own mansions! Live the high life too!” one of the horses began to neight and whine. “Wha is it Dolly? You smella sumthin?” “What is that old mare going on about!” The stern voice cut in “ Jameson see whats bothering her.” “Aye” he replied. Oh no i’m done now I thought. They can’t find me or im dead. I heard boots stomp on the ground as the man clumsily fumbled in the tall grass. The rain still slowly came down. “Dolly what ya smell?” the mare neighed some more. “Is it ova ther ya say?” “Come on lets get going that dumb mare is just hungry thats all!” “ Waet a secon i see sumthin movin!” Dang it I can’t hide anymore got to run! I dove out of the grass and ran as fast as i could the opposite direction. “Wat da hell! It’s a boy!” “Don’t let him escape!” The stern voice replied.The horses caught up with me fast. Even when I ran as fast as I could. Crap this was a dumb idea. A wooden club rammed into my back as I slammed to the ground. I got up as I tasted blood rushing in my mouth. “Well ill be damn! Its the scumbag! The angry man yelled. He was slightly chubby and had blonde curly hair He still held his club in his hand as he circled me. Dashing any hopes of escape. The man I assumed was Jameson trailed behind still on foot. His body was skinny and his face held a scraggly beard and a blank stare. I could tell he wasn’t the brightest. The third man with the stern voice came in the rear on a white horse. He was the only one with any sort of armor. A short sword was strapped to his side. I looked at the man and saw a well defined face. His brown hair was cropped short and a scar on his right left cheek stood out. The worst thing was his eyes. I stared into them and saw pure malice and cruelty. All with a blank expressionless face. The man spoke with a voice of authority. “So you are the wanted necromancer.”  He look down at my injured legs “My its a miracle you’ve made it this far. Those injuries look severe.” “Come on let me bash his stupid little head in already enough talk!” Silence Harold! You speak only when ordered to!” Harold shut right up but kept circling. The stern man stared straight at me as he sat upon his steed. “Your a fool to think you can outrun justice. Crimes against many things you have commited. But more importantly your a murderer. And for that reason you will die. Do I make myself clear?” “You know i wasn’t in the mood for a lecture yo-” “I was not expecting a response necromancer! Especially from a low life like you!”

The rain started to pour faster, Jameson lit a torch in his other hand and held it out over his face. “So uh ar weh gonna arrest him or wat?” The stern man smiled “Strike him.” a forceful blow collided into my shoulder sending me to the ground again. “Come with us quietly or we will break every bone in your body and drag you there.” Another blow landed into my stomach as I attempted to stand. A loud thud echoed into my body. “I did not ask for you to stand scum!” Blood oozed from my skin. “Jameson tie him and lets go” “Aye sir” Jameson’s soggy boots crunched as he came closer. Like hell you’ll tie me up i thought. I kicked him square in the gut slamming him into the mud” “OOF!” I dove to my feet as the club swinged towards my face “Stay down you arsehole!” I narrowly dodged and yelled the spell for flame. The flames from Jameson’s torch roared to life as it surrounded me. “Shite he’s using that damn magic!” I ran from the attackers and sprayed flames behind me burning everything in my path. I sprinted as fast as possible behind me i heard the yells of the men. Harold dove through the flames with a crazed look of bloodlust. His club now in flames. He cried ferociously and swung I doved to the left as it grazed my side. “YOU FILTHY NECRO I HATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU! YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME DAMMIT!” he swung again this time clipping my leg. I fell on the muddy ground flames surrounding us. “DIE!” he raised his club for a finishing blow. Without thinking I shot the  red hot flames into his face. “Aghhhhaghh!” a shriek of pain pierced the smoky air. The smell of burning flesh burned into my nose. Inhuman sounds boomed into the night. I ran faster and faster the flames slowly died as the rain poured. Sounds from hell itself ensued behind me seared into my memory forever.