"I walk the face of the earth once more, a mindless puppet, my strings are torn. The creaky bones, the dread eyesight, yet the chance to turn wrong to right." By Joseph
Lyall Pov
Darkness, that was all I can see when I woke.
Though I'm not sure if it's a room, more like... I don't know nothing. No light, no sound, not anything. I touched the so called ground and yet there was nothing but black.
Normally a person would be screaming for help by now and shaking in fear... but not me. I was content... Calm. I slowly rose knowing my body was weak. I look to my right... Nothing... I look to my left... Still nothing.
"Stupid you should know better," I told myself. I slowly started walking forward, hoping that I would find something or someone. "Usually when I come here I would see something or someone by now." I thought. I'm sure a lot of you are curious of who I am or where exactly I am.
For starters I'll tell you my name. My name is Lyall, which in Scottish meaning "shield wolf". That is all I will give you at this time, the rest will reveal itself soon enough.
The more I walked the more restless I became. I heard nothing throughout the walk. Not one moan, a cry, or a whisper. Then suddenly I saw a light. Not a warm, soft white light. But a strong amber light.
"What is that?"I asked myself.
I cocked my head to the side in curiosity. Soon I started walking towards the amber light. The closer I got, the more I can hear, the more I can see. The first thing I heard was the sound of horses stampeding down a great hill. Then the cries of men charging into battle. I stopped and looked around for the cause of such a powerful noise.
Soon I saw ghost soldiers holding banners charging pass me with strong stallions with such power and strength that it took my breath away.
"Thats different. " I breathed.
Then I heard the clashing of swords and the agony of men being slaughtered. I turned to my right and saw a horrifying battle being placed. Men fighting each other one by one. Some in victory and some in defeat. Suddenly I felt something wet drop on my face. I touched the right side of my cheek and noticed it was red and sticky.
"B-Blood..." I stuttered, my heart hammering in my chest.
You know the saying curiosity killed the cat, well my curiosity got the better of me and I regretted ever looking up. Slowly my eyes looked up and saw an impaled man on a spear.
"AHHH!" I screamed. I fell backwards in fear, shaking from head to toe at the sight. Suddenly more and more impaled body's came before me.
I shook my head in disbelief, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. " Who... Who would do such a thing." I whimpered.
I looked around this abomination hoping, and praying that there was another way out of this nightmare. "I have seen many horrible sights but nothing like this." I thought while covering my eyes and head in my knees in a fetal position.
Then I felt a spear piecing through my chest impaling yet another poor soul. Blood splattered all over the ground and the painful cry of the soldier was all I can hear and see.
I did not feel pain when the spear went through me nor the sharp tip of the blade that pierced the flesh of the dead man before me. As you can guess I'm a ghost or a spirit if you will. I'm neither living or dead in this world.
Back to the moment at hand, I tried to move or even make a sound but I was too paralyzed by fear that I did not know what to do. I tried closing my eyes again, hoping to block out this horrible scene before me. After maybe a minute or two the cry's and screams faded away.
I slowly open my eyes and came face to face with darkness again.
I sighed in relief, "I'm glad that's over." I tried getting up but I froze once I felt a warm wind caress my ear. " Come to me... Come to me." It whispered. It sent a shiver right down my spine. It wasn't unpleasant or fearful but sweet and comforting. I slowly turned around and faced a tree. Not a normal tree with strong limbs and vibrant green leaves.
This tree was ashy and dead and hanged men surrounding its limbs. " The hanging tree..." I whispered. Then I heard the voice again but only stronger. " Come to me... Come to me my lubirea mea." It said, huskily. (My love in Romanian)
Soon with a glazed look in my eyes I got up and started walking towards the hanging tree. I knew in my mind and soul that I should not go near the tree but my heart encourages me to move forward.
It was like a demon luring me with it sweet, gentle words, promising me happiness in it's warm arms while it's all a lie. Once I was at the base of the hanging tree I lifted my left hand and touched the ashy bark. And just like a demon catching it's prey the tree opened up with oceans of blood pouring all over me and swallowing me in.
I tried to fight it and swam up to get some air but it was no use. Before I passed out. I heard the voice whisper one last time " Now you are mine.".
Then everything went black.