Necromancer

Chapter 9

Trampling through wet grass I looked through  the rainy fog as it shielded my view. The loud wails slowly died down as I moved farther away. Lightning and thunder clashed around me. Dammit where I'm I even going! I need a place to hide. I collapsed in the muddy ground my bruised body surging with pain. I need to keep moving! I'll die out here! I can't die! With all the willpower I had left I managed to stand. The storm howled louder with each painful step. The cold wind stung as it ripped across me. I have to survive… I'm not done yet… no not ever… I want revenge. To see pain upon their faces yes. And my mother… she didn't deserve it. No her fate was cruel…. I must make things right… even if it means going to hell. I don't care. My mind began to feel with fog as my vision blurred. The dizziness made the darkness spin around me. The taste of blood still sat in my mouth. Up ahead I saw a giant blur. As it came into view it appeared to be a barn. Its large wooden frame came as a godsend.  I'll hide their. Must get somewhere, I hope those men aren't following me. I can't run anymore. The Big wooden doors on the front of the barn swayed back and forth. They appeared to be unlocked. With the strength I had left I pried open the wet pine. Shuffling inside there was bales of hay near the back, that should make a good bed, with no strength left I collapsed on the dirty hay, the smell of grain feed comforted me as I slowly fell into darkness.

I could smell the fresh apple pie as I ran inside. “Slow down child you'll catch a cold!” “I'm fine mom leave me alone.”
I sat down grumpily in the wicket chair. “Can I go outside after I eat?” My mother hesitated before she spoke “Yes you can.” I ate the porridge as fast as my little mouth could hold. I slurped the last of the broth and put the wooden bowl down on the hard table. My feet  pitter pattered beneath me taking me to faraway lands. The sky was a bright blue with sparse white clouds drifting quietly along. The woods came into view as I jumped across the stream. I landed with a thud on the earthy marsh and kept running. I came into these woods to be alone. I couldn't stand being inside all day. All I could think about in that house was the frequent occurring nightmares. The cold hard cruel faces burned into my memory, the pungent smell of fire and blood. It all swirled together through the yells and clash of metal. Up ahead my little tree house could be spotted. It was made out a broken wagon cart mismatched and cut into the shape of a small child size hut. An old chicken coops hatch served as the door. It sat between two big branches of the giant oak tree. I climbed up the tree and crawled inside. A single cut out window let in light. I sat on the wood planks and continued to assemble the toy boat. It was a red vessel that resembled a Vikings boat. The length of it had intricate designs all along the sides. I'd been working on it for weeks as when I found it the boat was in bad condition. I jammed the wooden pieces together and it stuck to the glue. The sun behind me slowly dimmed as the hours went. By I made little progress. I got so frustrated  I threw it against the wooden wall.
The boat clattered to the ground. I stared at it angrily for a long time hoping it would magically fix itself. “Stupid boat.” “Why can't I do anything right?” I decided to pick the boat up I put on my shelf along with my other things I've collected. The sun was setting now. I didn't realize but I've been inside the treehouse all afternoon. I hurried home as fast as I could. When I got close by I could see a black stagecoach. At the front parked. Its menacing blackness camouflaged into the background. I hid behind a log as the cottage door opened. A man with a wide brimmed black hat stepped outside. I knew from the look of him he was a doctor. I peeked up as I saw the horse drawn carriage pull away. The clip clop of the horses shoes was lost in the distance. I got up and ran as fast as I could inside. I swung the door open and found my mother crying on the floor. Her long black hair was matted as it covered her. She knelt in agony as she shrieked with cries. “Mother what's wrong!” I said hesitantly. She got up as she saw me and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Oh Nazul its going to be alright!” “mom what's wrong?” Her voices quivered as she spoke. “Nazul… your father is dead. He passed away on the road. I’m sorry I know it’s hard!” I stood there wrapped in my mother's arms stunned. First it was surprise then sadness, then anger. “What how!? Did someone kill him!” My mother stepped away as her face was illuminated  in the candlelight. “I’m not sure dear they didn't exactly say.” My childlike brain couldn't take it anymore. I shouted at the top of my lungs. “What do mean they didn't say! he was just killed and they dont even give a reason!” My mother held back tears as she sobbed. “I'm going to find out dont worry we just need to keep our heads held high.” Before she could speak anymore I ran past her and slammed my door shut. I cried silently through the night as I laid there. Anger boiling inside me.