Chapter III: Blood and Ash
Ash, Arthur, and the Blacksmith Roland led a small band of small band of swordsmen and archers through the darkened woods.
"Alright, now." Ash said as they found the cabin. "Roland, Arthur, take ten archers and twenty swordsmen and go around the left side of the house. I'll take the rest and go up the left. We need the book."
"Alright. God speed Lord Ash." Roland and Arthur motioned for the group of knights to follow them, and they moved toward the cabin.
"I must be like a god to you people. Right?" Ash asked the lieutenat standing next to him. When the man started to answer, he whispered loudly, "Retorical Question! Primative." That was the last thing that Ash could remember, because he blacked out again. When it dissolved he found himself staring into the cabin window. The Skeleton guard inside was turning around to face Ash, and Ash hit the ground.
"What just happened?" he mouthed to the closest person.
"You looked through the window!" the man mouthed back. This annoyed Ash to his limits.
"Thanks for that Captain Obvious!" he said. To loud. The nearby deadite patroling the peremeter of the cabin heard him and saw the small group of people. He rushed in axe at the ready.
"Oh, thanks! He heard you!" Ash yelled at the man. He pulled his shotgun out of it's holster on his back and fired two shots into the beasts's head. The headless corpse charged on, and Ash ignited the chainsaw. It ripped through the deadite like paper with a wet and crunchy inside. The pieces fell to the ground.
By this time the other guards had heard the comotion outside and rushed to find a bloodsoaked Ash. They all lowered their weapons, aiming them directly at the man. Ash's face contorted into a smile. "Come get some." he said.
He bellowed as he charged toward the small army battalion of skeletons and deadites. They also charged, but were astonished of the knights flooding out of the darkness after Ash, that they froze for a secong. A second to long. They were pummeled as they were slammed into by swords and arrows, but then they came back to their senses and sliced their way to the center of the humans. Blood and chunks of bone flew up into the air.
The deadit leader stood on top of the cabin along with Sheila. In his hands he held the book, and Sheila eyed it. Her skin was bleeding from the deadite's hands that were holding onto her, and she screamed at the leader.
"Do you see the power in him?"
"Go to hell!" Sheila cried.
"Been there, done that, got the tee-shirt." the deadite laughed.
"What is wrong with you?! Who are you?!"
"You can't even recognize your own brother!" he screamed back, still laughing.
"Angus died three years ago!" she screamed.
"And for three years I have wondered the earth and time, escaping Death and his tricks. Thanks to the book, I will have the world."
"You're insane!" Sheila cried out.
"And you're dead at sunrise! Come hell or high water!" Angus said getting in her face.
At sunrise, Ash sliced the last deadite's head in half. Saving Sheila was next on the list. He motioned for the surviving men to follow him into the cabin. The sun burned orange in the distance as he crept forward into the door.
"Sheila?!" was all he could say as a sword slid through his chest and out his back.