2. When boy from the sky crushed my house. Chapter 2
I was eating my lunch when the house collapsed. Father was out with old Sval next door bargaining over the price of potatoes. I was planning to go to the market or something later; I was just wasting time before my midnight necromancy sessions in the crypt. Playing up to stereotypes much? Why can’t we have nice meetings in a light airy house whilst sipping hot mugs of pine tea? I was imagining summoning the dead surrounded by piles of fluffy cushions, when I heard the alarm bells ring from the watch towers. I stood up nervously, about to make my way towards the square for news, when I heard a frightened screech. For a split second I thought I saw a mass of black feathers and wings, before I felt a sickening crunch to my head.
I woke up to someone’s feather like hair in my mouth. I spat the hair out in disgust before surveying my surroundings. My house was gone. Snow was falling inside, and oh, did I mention? Something was sitting in my face.
“Um, excuse me? Would you mind not being in my face?” I asked politely.
“Urghghgh.” Something groaned.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. There was a zombie in my house. I pulled myself to my feet frantically. It was a tall boy – abnormally tall with feathery black hair and a green tunic. A dark stain spread from his shoulders and I could see the sharp point of a bolt emerging from his shoulder.
His eyes opened sluggishly, I don’t think he realised I was there. He pulled himself to his feet slowly, I spread my plam out flat, focused, and summoned a mass of writhing tendrils made of pure darkness.