Near Death
I was a man who is about to die. . .
I travel in haste in almost utter darkness. The shadowy contours of the trees rush by me as I push my horse beyond any merciful limit. I don't want to die. I can feel it's gaze, burning my neck. I can smell it's bloodthirst. My god, how can anything mortal move that fast? It keeps even pace with a horse. Small branches and thorns scratch my face and body as my insane escape continues. I pray to the lord that my horse will stay on the path. I can feel how scared it is.
Suddenly a pale light touches my face, almost kissing me. I look up and see the moon shine trough the crowns of the trees. Then suddenly I see the forest end up ahead. Hope now burns in my veins as I try to push the horse even harder. I will survive! Before I can make another thought my face hits the dirt as my body slams into the ground. I look back quickly...My god, what thing can split a horse in one blow?
I get back on my feet and start to run, run for the clearing.. It's so close.. so close... Suddenly I realise that I can feel the breath of the hunter on my neck... No ! No! I wont give up now! Im so close! I stop, spin around, drawing my blade and landing a blow. I fel the blade cut deeply. The thing shrieks and escapes into the bushes-My god, the sight of it will forever hunt me. A tall dark burning figure. It's eyes....It's eyes.... crimson eyes freezing my soul... The ground where it had stood upon still had black flames dancing on it. I hesitated for a second, and then rushed out of the forest.
I ran, God knows for how long. I ran across the open field until I collapsed on the ground. I cried as I lay there. I was safe! I was... The last thing I experienced in life was a blinding flash and a demonical laughter...
You may ask yorself how I can tell you this story when I claim I died that night. Well I died, and I am still dead.
But my master needed a servant so he brought me back to life. To do his evil deeds, and to serve him for eternity to come. Break free you say, escape. Hah! You don't know my masters power's... And besides, where would I go. Who would welcome me now? I am dead and I have no place among the living... no..I will stick to my master. I have almost started to enjoy the work I do for him. You ask me what he forces me to do? Well I hunt fresh souls for my master to drain...why did you think I followed you this far.....heee heeeeeeeeee.....
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