Brothers 5 and 6
I'm adding pieces together here. Origionally wanted to post the little bits apart but hey this just as good. They are numbered in the sequence that I wrote themso dont pay too much attention to that. Once again please leave a comment or three.
Part 5
Wufy's maw split into a huge grin. The girl child was a delight and it she never failed to lift his spirits. She looked up, smiling, from the paper she was writing on with charcoal that he got from distribution. She jumped up abruptly wiping her tiny charcoal blackened hands off on his maw. He rumbled with mirth then took a corner of his cloak and gently wiped each tiny hand with it.
He had taken to spending any free moment within this room in the depths of the house. He was eternally grateful that the house didn't deem it necessary to change the location of the room. He'd still be able to navigate to it but it would have made locating it a task which he was thankful for being spared. Jarel was also helpful by being discreet and providing some of his time, together with paper, to entertain the girl. He had no idea what to do with her or what the future held. Did Bucher know?
Blood red eyes regarded him. The room's furnishings matched her appearance for after his magic had crept into her eyes it had also manifested itself as a crimson sheen on her blond hair.
"Hmm?" he questioned the girl. She called herself Servi and in Wufy's opinion it was a serviceable name. "I want to show you something." she cocked her head to side displaying a smile that made Wufy uncomfortable, it stirred something in him that was confusing. "And what is it you wish to show me?" She tore a square out of the paper then grabbed a stick of charcoal. She began folding the one around the other clumsily. The charcoal slipped and fell to the floor. Servi pouted, stooped to pick it up and began the process over. After watching for a few moments in interest he felt something approaching from the hallway.
The door swung open and Jarel appeared in the doorway "Milord, there's trouble out in the plane. "What is it Jarel?" Jarel neglected to answer, in his hurry he had already disappeared halfway down the hall again. Glancing at Servi he said "Stay here girl, I'll be back as soon as I can." with a rushing of air the 'lord' rushed out of the room, his huge cloak fluttering after much as a mongrel pet would. The door closed and resoundingly with a click as it locked itself.
Servi frowned at the bundle in her hands, having barely noticed the departure of her keeper. She let her concentration wane then opened them to reveal a small piece of wood sprouting leaves and little branches. She held it out to Wufy but discovered she was alone. With a shrug she went about finishing one of her pictures.
Part 6
Captain De Lar reined in and put up his hand, signaling the rest of his contingent to do the same.
"Sergeant!" he called. "Sir?" came the answer immediately. "Have everyone at the ready we're about to cross the border "As you say captain."
De Lar peered at the sky as a feeling of dread rose in him, the sky above was blue but just a short distance ahead it darkened over the blasted landscape of the undead realm, the darkness seemed to stretch forever in all directions.
He sighed inwardly and stifled his apprehension at having to move into the utterly dead region.. As a boy he had grubbed in the dirt streets of one small village or the next. Having never had parents and no sense belonging he had roved and attached himself to traveling wagons or companies of tradesmen, stealing what little food he could get to keep hunger at bay. One morning on the edge of starvation he dared steal a loaf of bread but was caught sneaking around as he tried to nab a small hot pastry to fill his diet. At the age of 11 he had the choice of hard labor till he was of age, usually at 17, or to join the town's garrison and serve indefinitely. It hadn't been a hard choice and his wits as a young thief served well and he rose quickly in the ranks of the newly formed army and was now captain to a small group of men.
They rode over a small hillock, being greeted by the vast expanse of wasted land. The border started abruptly as the forest seemed to end suddenly as if it were a creature teetering on the edge of a cliff and oblivion. A long sorrowful howl seemed to echo off of nothing like something from the pits of the sixth circle. Some of the men cursed loudly and made protective signs over their chests, except the drivers of he 'dead wagon' few men came close to this part of the forest if not in large groups. The horses snorted protest their nostrils flaring wide obviously uncomfortable at the smell drifting on the dry breeze, the smell was nothing short of rank.
De Lar bellowed to the back of the line "Dead wagon to the fore go through the routine and make your delivery." then to the rest of his men he said "We wait then ride a short way in as soon as the wagon's escort arrives for them. Cool heads and remember why we are here! I'll have any man flogged for any irrational action!"
The wagon made its way into the wasteland. A short while later huge lean doglike beings could be seen bounding towards the wagon. De Lar counted twelve of them all moving with unnatural speed descending on their target. There were fearful murmurs behind him, he heard more than one man whisper in fear filled awe; "Werewolves... gods, look at them..."
He waited until the wagon was a ways off while regarding some of the figures shambling, running or flying around in the darkened sky before them. Noticing the silence of the forest around him he shivered and had to once again extinguish his growing angst at what was coming. 'That house' he thought sticking out like a sore thumb and yet, seeming grand as if it's got a life of its own.'
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