The dark, lean shadow crouched in the grass, darkness concealing him. The lamp posts of the village were barely holding back the wall of darkness. A silhouette stepped into the light staring into the shadows. The shadow, still crouched in the grass, stared into the eyes of the silhouette. He saw something, something dark, something ancient, something deadly. The shadow turned and slid away from the village. It had found the Medium.
Noreth sat bolt upright in his bed, immediately inhaling a lungful of putrid, black smoke. He coughed it out and opened his eyes, and, to his dismay, all he saw was red and black. Tongues of fire engulfed the wooden planks of his floor and they slowly disintegrated. Noreth picked up his sword as he went into a coughing fit, and ran to a wall that had less fire on it then the door, and knocked away a bit of the wall using the hilt of his sword. Noreth flew out, and collapsed on the ground, coughing.
He turned around and saw the state of Mesa Village. All that was left was fire, smoke, and ashes. An earsplitting scream echoed in the valley the village was in. Fire licked the air, serpents of smoke slithered into the air. It was then Noreth noticed the army of mobs patrolling the roads, searching houses, looking for something, or someone. Their hisses and groans quickly filled the air.
Tying his shirt around his face, Noreth stumbled away from the village, to the coast. He could hear the creatures of the night following him. He picked up the pace. Not that much more he thought. He reached the dock, and, without breaking his stride, he flew into the boat.
Noreth prepared the boat for takeoff, but halted when he saw someone from the village speeding toward the boat. He isn't going to make it! He thought, the mobs are right behind him. Noreth finished untying the rope, and the boat started to drift. The mobs hadn't quite caught up to him yet, but at this rate, they would. There's nothing I can do. He thought. He started to paddle the boat, going about 2 meters away from the dock. Come on! Noreth thought.
They were about 15 meters away and closing. The zombies were close enough to scratch his back. His back is filled with arrows. He made it to the dock! Noreth yelled out "Almost there! Hang in there!"
Noreth was gripping the handles of the oars like his life depended on it. The man was nearing the edge of the dock; Noreth was ready to paddle away as fast as he could. The man leaped from the dock and time slowed, He's going to make it! Noreth thought.
Before he even landed, Noreth already was paddling. The mobs were trying to swim to catch up, but, they were unable to catch up to the speeding boat. Noreth rowed out far enough that the mobs would not get to them. Then, he turned to the mysterious person he had rescued.
It was actually a girl, who had beautiful hooded black eyes that are like two spheres of night-black marble. Her thick, straight, jet black hair was worn in a style that reminded Noreth of a cascading waterfall. She was tall and had a graceful build. Her skin was light. She had a small mouth and a narrow chin.
She had already fallen asleap, and Noreth realized how tired he was, so he followed suit.
CRASH!
