'Lo there, fellow Oblivion fans. This is a story I've just recently come up with upon pondering something to get rid of my Writer's block issue. I rather like it, but then again, It's your choice as to wether or not it's good. Oh well, I usppose the critics value fresh blood anyhow. I know the ending is rushed, so leave me be, and I will try to come with an update every saturday. Note the try, so don't be surprised if there isn't a chapter one day, I have a life to attend to. In the mean time, enjoy!
"Time for bead, Carter!"
"Aw mom, can't I stay up a bit longer?" I pushed my bangs out of my face and looked up at my mom, towering over me as I played tug-of-war with my dog, Jason. My mother was a beautiful girl. She had short, windblown hair and deep green eyes, like mine. She was slim and curvy. Many a man had asked for my mom's hand in marriage, but she turned them all down. My father was a former knight of Kvatch, a town at the top of a large hill. He was a great knight, but one day a portal to the demon world, oblivion, opened at the city gates and things of fire spilled out. The knights and my father fought bravely for Kvatch, but my father fell at the hand of a little impish creature, with claws and teeth that tore through my father's armor. It was because of my father's bravery that my mother refused to re-marry.
"Carter, you know what happens to boys who stay up past their bed-times." My mom said a sly smile on her face as she placed both hands on her hips. I smiled innocently up at her. She'd told me so many times about Wraiths, ghostly beings that were draped in black cloth with many, many teeth. She claimed that whenever a child was up past their bedtimes, they'd scream as loud as they can and hunt the child down. But she knew I didn't believe that story, for I'd been up reading to and with her past my usual bedtime plenty of times. I'm still alive, aren't I?
My name is Carter Bleddri Draco. I was named after my father, Bleddri Macheon Draco. People say I've the build of my father, but the fair looks of my mother. I have deep green eyes and shaggy brown hair. I'm average size for my age, 12 but I have to admit, I'm a lot stronger than any of the other kids at school. I'm the best swordsman too, if I do say so myself. It was for these reasons that I believed I should be allowed to stay up later. It's only fair!
"Yeah, yeah. The wraiths come and take them away." I said, and my mother laughed brightly, for she knew she had won. I rushed down the hallway, Jason bounding along at my side and leapt into bed. "Come on mom!" I called. I hid under the covers for a while, but I heard no sign of my mom having moved at all. Jason, who was curled up beside me, whimpered. "What's the matter, boy?" I said to him sympathetically, He squirmed backwards out from under my covers. I sat up and threw my legs over the bed as Jason creeped towards the door. I heard a loud bang come from the front hall. Jason backed away from the door and wove around my legs. I rested my hand on his head and crept forward, he kept pace with me. From my door, I could see nothing but the varnished wood floor and a bit of the living room, where my mom was last. If I wanted to see what was wrong, I'd have to move further up the hallway to peek around the corner. With Jason by my side, I creeped up to the corner of the hallway, where the hall opened up into the living room. My mom was on the floor, her hair covering her face, she wasn't moving. Jason pressed up to me instantly, sensing the cold lump that had gripped my heart when I saw that. He nudged me again and I forced myself to look around. Standing above here, well, floating, were three odd creatures that fitted my mom's previous description of a wraith perfectly. It was simply a black rag from the bust down, faded at the tips. Their black rags had hoods pulled up over their heads, where only their pale, sunken red eyes and cheekbones could be seen, and their arms were just as pale, with long bony fingers and long yellow nails. They were indeed ghosts, and their prescience chilled me so. They lifted their heads and screamed loudly, high pitched but far from girly. More like chilling. One of them leaned over my mother and opened her mouth with two of its bony fingers. It leaned over her and put a palm over her mouth, then slowly lifted its hand from her face. A long, shimmering silver line was being pulled out from her mouth, and the farther the Wraith's hand got from her body, the paler she went. I felt Jason tense beside me, and I had to stop myself from rushing out to help her. I couldn't take them. I began to cry silently as the Wraith moved its hand away from my mom's body and the silver line of her spirit became a luminous silver orb. Suddenly, the door was burst open, and a hooded man dressed in black armor stomped over to my mom.
"No!" He hollered and the Wraith paused as the other two backed away. "No souls are to be taken tonight!" He yelled. Any hope I had from then vanished. For a split second, when the man had come through the door, I thought maybe he was here to help me, but no, he seemed to be in charge of this whole thing. He withdrew a long sword, its hilt was pointed and the metal was black. He flipped it around in his hand, and for a moment, I believe he was going to swipe at the Wraith, but no. He grabbed the sword with his second hand and thrust it down into my mother's stomach. If she wasn't dead before, she was now as the hardwood floor under her began to turn a reddish hue. I couldn't help it. I burst into tears and a cry of sorrow escaped my lips. The Wraiths looked up, but didn't move. For a moment I thought they didn't see me. But the man slowly lifted his gaze to grin devilishly at me. The last thing I saw before I turned around and sprinted back into my room was his blood red eyes that followed me down the hall. I slammed the door behind me just as Jason slipped in. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over to the corner of my room, where I scrunched up as tight as I could, holding Jason close to me and sobbing quietly
"She'd dead, Jay, dead!" I whispered, staring fearfully at the door. It was silent for a while until the black silhouette of a Wraith appeared at my door. A second came after it, followed by a third. I didn't move as they surrounded me, breathing loudly. I closed my eyes tightly as they all screamed in unison. But I couldn't help but to squint through one, they Wraiths pressed closer towards me, and an unnatural chilling settled over me. I was about to turn away when my window shattered and an arrow flew through and buried itself in the middle Wraith's head. It froze for a moment and then vanished in a puff of smoke. Its companions shrieked loudly and whirled as a large knight in gold and black armor kicked down my door and rushed at the nearest Wraith, bringing his blade down on the Wraith, as his blade passed through, the creature vanished. The third burst into flames shortly afterwards and a slightly less bulky man stepped from the shadows, and a woman leapt through the window, a bow in her hand, her hair flying behind her. The three warriors assembled, their backs facing me. Footsteps echoed down the hallway as the black armored man stepped through, wiping the blood off his sword with a kitchen rag. He stopped at the sight of the three. Then broke out in a grin.
"That wouldn't be Laresh under that helmet, would it?" He asked, the warrior rushed at the man, and the two engaged in a fight where sparks flew.
"Phoenix, look out!" The smaller man cried suddenly, and a Wraith behind the girl suddenly burst into flames. The girl lifted her bow and fired an arrow at the man. He didn't even flinch as the arrow soared right by his cheek and sunk into the Wraith that had appeared there suddenly
"Likewise!" The girl cried, Jason whimpered beside me, and a wraith dropped down from above me and into me, sending a chilling feeling into my body as consciousness slipped away from me.
Once again, Don't flame me for the abrupt ending, it wasn't intentionally that way, beleive me. Well, your opinions will be heard and taken into consideration, thanks fer reading!
Toodles Y'all
Shmeeko