The Master Necromancer - Chapter 97

Skraal did not stopped here and started reading about some Ghost Curse Stories in the book. He had seen three different battles that have concluled in different places. Skraal did not expect to see different power system than magic too. Aka technology and things that uses collective amount of knowledge to find about the world and universe.

The farm field is littered with weapons, bodies and destruction. Red, khaki and gray are the new colors of what was once a stunning farm field, which has now become the stage of a terrible battle.

The air which would normally carry the sounds of birds, rivers and wildlife is now merely a canvas for the stench of death and the cries of the dying, enough to make even the bravest tremble in fear.

An army of rebels and an army of warriors fight each other because of the lies of their leaders, but it’s clear who will win. The wounded of the losing side lay in large groups across the farm field and the faces of the fighters are grim with pain and sorrow, they want to give up, but somehow keep fighting.

With the thought of victory in their minds the winning side pushes harder and harder on their enemies. Some have succumbed to hysteria and are mumbling things about home and family, while others fight on in the hopes to survive this terror.

The toll on both nature and humanity is disastrous. It’ll likely take ages before this farm field will have recovered. It’s clear weaponry, bodies and broken siege engines have taken the place of trees, shrubs and bushes. In the bushes, there is a young man who should be at the most age 14 to 15, her family and every person he know is killed. He was in no good state and should be dead within five minutes.

He was feeling angry, too much of anger that makes him hard to die. But it was no use, there is nothing he can do to stop being human.

As the young man died, He turned into the Vengeful Ghost and then cursed the all millitary personel and commanders of the opposite army that have killed his family and vilalge people that he knew.

After cursed, the millitary personel and commanders of the battle, had nightmares every time they entered a sleep. This made them most of them sick quickly, as they can not sleep or be unconscious they had nothing to know and understand of how they could save themselves.

Lack of sleep is a good way to open the body the sickness and more weak towards to many things. As the curse had taken effect. Many of young soldiers, old generals and millitary people had died.

The town is littered with shells, weapons and wounded fighters. Red, gray and pink are the new colors of what was once a harmonious, harbor town, which has now become the stage of a tragic civil war.

The air which would normally carry the sound of working people and large tools is now thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, gore and death, a sight of pure nightmares.

An army and a rebellion fight each other for supremacy, but it’s starting to become clear which side will win. The dead of the losing side lay in large groups across the town and the faces of the fighters are grim with the certainty of death and sorrow, they want to give up, but somehow keep fighting.

With a certainty of victory the winning side pushes harder and harder on their enemies. Some have succumbed to hysteria and are mumbling things about home and family, while others fight on in the hopes to survive this terror.

The toll on both nature and humanity is disastrous. It’ll likely take ages before this town will have recovered. It’s clear blood, lost bombs and gore have taken the place of roads, businesses and homes.

The village is littered with bodies, gore and destruction. Red, gray and pink are the new colors of what was once a harmonious, fishing village, which has now become the stage of a full-blown invasion.

The air which would normally carry the sound of working people and large tools is now thick with the scent of death and decay, there’s no coming back from this.

An army of rebels and an army of warriors fight each other for independance, but there’s no hint of which side will win. The dead and wounded of one side lay in heaps across the village and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with victory in mind and boots stepping firmly, they take on their enemies.

With no way to know if they’ll live or die the other side does whatever it can in order to try to defeat their enemies. Some have succumbed to panic and are barely able to force their bodies in motion, while others seem to be fairly unaffected by the terrors around them.

The toll on both nature and humanity is immense. It’ll likely take decades before this village will have recovered. It’s clear bodies, broken siege engines and gore have taken the place of homes, homes and roads.

– The ending of the book Ghostly Curse was smple, it was a basic description of a ghost town. Skraal just took a deep breath and commented.

“These things are simple, A curse can even effect me without I am understand something about it.”

The once busy road that led to Darkwell was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.

Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. A few rusted cars still stood in their driveways, though most were stripped of all their spare parts.

Darkwell , once a growing community of hundreds of families was now a mere distant memory of better times. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.

In a strange sense of irony it was the library that was full of sounds now. Scattered pages of books, scratched wood and broken computers had become the home and playground of a huge community of cats.

You could go anywhere in town you wanted, walk into any home and visit any previously private part of town, assuming it hadn’t been destroyed by nature already. But even with all the animals that lived here now and made this town their new home you couldn’t escape the feeling that so much had been lost forever.