The next day, Camia watched as Solem led the way northward. They entered a world of forests, swooshing leaves, and sloshing muck, for it was raining. Small drips splattered on the ground, creating a constant sound.
Solem and Camia were making quick distance through the woods in the north. They were chatting and walking.
Just then, a roar from the woods sounded. Solem and Camia were caught off guard. What must have been thirty – forty – undead skeletons appeared. They appeared from both sides of the road. Their joints and bones crackled as the moved in. Solem and Camia were trapped.
"We are dead, sera." Said Solem.
"Not so," said Camia. As Solem was panicking, Camia calmed her eyes and lifted her hands. She weaved a spell. Her fingers appeared to play a lute, and somehow, the joints of each skeleton began to weaken. Their shields and bucklers began to grow heavy. Their sword handles were much too hard on the joints. The skeletons crackled and chattered and soon dropped their weapons. The nearest ones fell onto the ground. The others barely escaped into the woods.
Solem was awestruck. "How had you learned that, sssera?"
"My lover once taught me that trick. It is an illusion spell that only works on the undead. It was not me who made their magic fall, but their own disbelief that broke their joints. Yes, even skeletons have fear, as does everything."
Ah, Solem said, and began trembling besides her. Camia noticed, "Are you okay, Solem?"
"Yyyesss, just I've never seen such powerful magic before." He said.
"Perhaps you like to rest?" said Camia, "I am tired, for the magic does have an affect on me, too. Besides, it is becoming dark, and it is better to light a fire and keep watch than it is to venture forth in this dangerous time and place."
"Okay," jittered Solem, as his puzzlement and fear grew.