SA: I'd been gone for a long time,but now I'm back and on the horse... That's what she said. Well I'm doing a DragonFable fic and I will finish my other 4 as soon as I can.

Rescue Gone Wrong

The sun never shone in Doomwood, only the moon. Werewolves howled every now and then, and Vampires live happily plotting their day-er night- away. As a Necromancer I was comfortable here in Doomwood, but as the hero of Lore? I hated it. How could it be so contradicting just being the savior, or destroyer, of Lore and Necromancer?

Artix had wrote me asking for my help in Amityvill, and the letter said

Dear Zori,

I need your help again in Doomwood. This time it's the werewolves that live here and not the undead. They have been coming and small groups and attacking the villages here, and Moonridge is taking the brunt* of it the entire place all most full to the brim with those creatures, Amityvill is having more warlike attacks. They've gone in and killed anyone they see first, and a few of them has even gotten swords from the undead! There is too much that both villages have suffered through to put in this letter. I know you will come at first notice Zori. I want you to meet me at the town hall Godspeed.

Sincerely Artix von Krieger

Artix needed my help badly and the town hall sounded like a good place to get up to date on everything. I grabbed my sword, Dragon Lord's Loss, and began my way to Amityvill. I was on guard, if werewolves had the need to attack anyone and everyone that even entered Doomwood then we was in some serious trouble. It was one thing for them to attack when you was in their territory but anther when they left it and hunted you down.

When I got to Amityvill I saw that Artix was right, it looked like a war zone. Many had fallen. I could see one hanging by his arm and the sigh of in Doomwood inn. Two more ,or maybe it one I couldn't tell, was ripped in half the amount of blood on both bodies made it imposable to tell where or not the legs belonged to the torso or vice versa. The rest looked like the fought a dragon and lost, minus the burns. Missing limbs, decapitations, there was blood everywhere. The sight was so horrifying that I lost concentration and felt my feet hit the ground with a small plop. Unfortunately that aroused the attention of two werewolves, and I was by myself.

I drew my sword and prepared for the first attack. The wolf moved quick and I had barely any time to react. I slashed at his throat I got to watch for a split second as his furry brown neck poured deep red blood. Then the next attacked and I barely got him, he rushed me and knocked me off balance. When I looked up I saw a slash on his shoulder just oozing blood. He ran at me again, this time I was a little more ready, I summoned about five very strong undead to slow it down and spare me a few valuable seconds to get up and get behind him. The wolf apparently was smarter than his friend and he grabbed me by my neck and threw my directly in front of him. I looked in horror and thought 'Is this it? Am I to be done in by a werewolf?'

When happen next I didn't expect he picked me up by my shoulders ,knowing full well that I was still dazed from the impact, he lifted me then bit through my armor and pierced my flesh. I screamed in agony as he dug deeper and then started to pull his teeth toward his body. I screamed until I could scream no more. Fully satisfied that I was dead the wolf threw me on the ground and I rolled a few feet away, I hurt to much to try and get back up. All I could do was wait. Wait till he left.

When I heard nothing I sent one of my skeletons to the town hall to get Artix. I hoped he would fallow them and not slay them.