Master V The Necromancer Cleric

Chapter One: Newsfall Town

The town was lit up in mourning like a raging forest fire. The flames drowned out the sun approaching the horizon. The air was chaffed with smoke and burning flesh. Bodies lay motionless and strewn around like spilled poorage. The tall armored figure stood well over six feet tall, imposingly framed. The once vibrant sky-blue armor was now soaked from head to toe with crimson red. 

The young woman barely alive burned beyond gender or identity, crawled with only one arm and tears running down her face.

The towering figure walks toward her, and the ground thuds under his weight. Each step sounds like a boulder crashing into a crater. She looks at him and closes her eyes for the inevitable end. Something holds her by her waist. She is picked up off the ground and held over something. She opens her eyes and sees she is being carried off.

"What are you going to do to me?" She whimpered.

The figure kept walking. The town eventually disappeared and then the tree line came into view. The figure kept walking.

"Is this the end? I didn't want to die." She cried.

After a few minutes, she heard the sounds of people. In the forest's darkness, she saw a light, a campfire.

The sounds got louder and louder until she saw children. Salen hadn't seen children since she was a child.

Salen's body unable to fight gave a loud weep.

"You got another one? Let's get the bandages." A mature voice said.

Salen focused and noticed several dozen people covered in farmers' clothes, knitting clothes, and working on repairs of armor and blades. Salen had to open her eyes wider.

"What is happening?" Salen said.

The group of people looked at the new member. A woman slender and mature carried a soft build stretcher and the towering figure that held Salen set her gently onto it. Then the mature man's voice came by.

"Here, Master V made these himself; it will help ease the pain," the mature voice said.

"By the way, I'm Frest and this is my wife Earny". He said.

Frest slowly covered Salen in soft green bandages. At first, she winced and then slowly the pain subsided. She began to tear up more.

"Why, are you helping me?" Salen said.

"It's something we refugees like to do. You're going to be ok." Earny said. 

Earny held Salen's head up while helping her drink some water. Salen coughed and struggled to drink. The towering figure walked over to a thin and fragile-looking woman, she couldn't be more than seventeen. The towering figure walked with her to the other end of the camp and noticed him shrugging his shoulders. The pain faded and soon did Salen's vision. 

Salen woke up to the smell of cooked ham and venison. She scratched her head with her good arm and looked around. She lay in the middle of the camp, a fire was cooking food. The nearly fifty people had tents, some wagons, horses, and children all around her. Salen looked and noticed that frail girl from before. She walked over to her and sat next to her.

"That town, they did this to you?" Madusa asked.

Salen didn't speak.

Madusa placed her hand on Salen's good hand and held it. "You don't have to say anything, just rest," Madusa said.

Salen breathed and cried, she couldn't stop.

"How did everything go wrong". Salen said.

Surprised by Salen's statement Madusa put her other hand over Salen's forehead. 

"Welcome to the forgotten. That is what we call ourselves." Madusa said.

Salen closed her eyes and faded into a calming sleep.