The forgotten

Part 3

One man let out a low whistle as the group reached the gaping hole. Stopping close to the edge, Brolan turned to the group, "So, believe me now?"

Eyeing each other the small party nodded there heads in agreement, "aye, we believe you've gone completely insane. There's no way you used magic, tis an old wives tale used to scare babes to sleep."

Brolan stared in astonishment, " How could you not believe? Here is the hole, exactly where I told you it would be."

The men only looked at each other unwilling to say more. Seeing this Brolan felt his anger rising. ' what can I do to make them believe me?' he thought. He turned to look back at the enigmatic pit.

"We need to head back to-" joseph started, but broke of as the leaves across the clearing began to rustle violently. Every man's eyes were glued to the bushes with hands on their weapons, when out stepped a solo figure. The man looked at them, took a step, then collapsed to the ground. The party rushed around the hole to aid the man, but upon closer inspection found him to already be dead. Gaping wounds encircled his body, and no one could quite guess what had caused them. Joseph took one look at the corpse and turned to the townsmen uttering only one word.

"Run!"

The men stared at him blankly, the word not sinking in fully until he yelled it at them.

"Gods damn you, RUN!"

Joseph moved close to one and shoved him. Urging him along.

"get to town," he yelled, "now!"

As the men scrambled about collecting their wits and turning to leave. Joseph turned to Brolan and said, "It's time to test the truth in your words about magic,"

As the words left his mouth, so started the howling.