Disclamer

I don't own anything in blizzard, honestly, I don't, all my stocks are in playboy…

chapter 2

Aden was running, he had been running for well over a mile now. And while it really didn't bother him too much, he really didn't want to be running. As his gaze occasionally shifted down to the slowly fading gaze of footprints, he wondered why this was much of a bother to him at all. After all, he knew where it would bring him, he had been this way just a day or two before. Of course, then he wasn't looking for tracks.

And, of course, he didn't want to be in a graveyard this time of night. When he looked up, he could just make out the faint outlines of several tombstones and crypts. Not for the first time he wondered if the undead of the horde might have a hand in this. He slowed down well before he was within sight of the entrance gate, and reached behind him to his sword and loosened it so it would pull free. He took a small moment to look around the area, and wasn't all that surprised to see a couple faint traces of blight lying around.

Slowly, he crept closer. His hand stayed o the hilt of the sword, ready to be drawn and in turn, draw blood. Of course, that was only If he needed to. His lips curled up in a small smirk, as he anticipated the moment when he entered a battle. He lived for it, he thrived on it. He needed it to stay sane. He could smell the usual graveyard smell. The scent of long dead corpses slowly pushed up from the many years of rain. He could smell the tainted soil that houses the dead.

He paused a moment, before looking into the graveyard. Of course, he saw nothing. He looked in and saw the graveyard as it was supposed to be, unbothered, and uncorrupted. Of course, when one can here the faint chinks of metal and the slow bone on bone noises whenever nothing in the graveyard moved. HE thought something was up. Add to that the faint trace of mana in the air.

As quietly as he could, he let himself slip into the light tingling sensation of the wind-walk. He loved the feeling he got whenever he activated it, the feeling of being completely encompassed and taken to a different center of being. Of course, he was no warlock or wizard, so he didn't have a full understanding. But he could manage. Now invisible, and walking at a brisk pace, he stepped through the front gates of the graveyard.

Instantly, he saw what he thought he suspected. There were a small group of bone skeletons there, each one armed and equipped with a sword and armor. Each one looking like it had been out of the ground for at least a couple of days.

Makes sense really…Aden thought lightly to himself. The random killings had been going on for a while now…

He looked down at the ground, his gaze down at the small tracks. They had almost vanished now, it seemed more like whoever it was dragged in a limp manner. Slowly, he crept along as he made his way through the small group of undead warriors. His footsteps seemed loud to him, but if they noticed, they were hiding it pretty damned good. And skeletons were not known for their intelligence.

A faint sound, almost to faint to be heard above the somewhat quiet movements of the undead, caught his ears. His head turned quickly but quietly. Now that he could hear it, it seemed unnaturally loud. Of course, he WAS the only living person their, and their was no guarantee that the dead could hear the same way as the living. Slowly, he made his way through the tombstones, his wind-walk still in effect.

He looked for the source of the gasping sound, but couldn't find anything, he heard the noise, and there was a small chance that it was getting quieter…almost as if it was slowly dying away. Of course, this deep in a cemetery that couldn't be a good thing if the person was living prior to an hour ago. He would have made a more thorough check, if he hadn't suddenly felt…weird, almost like he didn't fit there. His ears started ringing lightly, not to much to seriously bother him, but enough to irritate him a little.

He blinked lightly, something felt different…he felt like his mana was being drained from him, like using his wind-walking ability was too almost too much for him to bear. Of course, he didn't know what was going on, all he knew, was that when he could look down at himself and SEE himself, he knew something was wrong. Then, he was invisible again.

What the hell…! He thought, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Of course, the first time it happened, no one had. But the second time he blinked in and out of existence, the skeletons turned and stared. And by the third time, he was cursing his luck. "Well…that's just great…" He muttered, as he finally quit blinking in and out. His eyes glanced upwards at the skeletons for a moment. And he knew that he wasn't in any real trouble. If they had a necromancer with them THEN he might be in some kind of trouble.

"Well well…what have we here…?" A somewhat raspy but still living voice croaked out from behind one of the tombstones.

Aden cursed his luck as he looked up at the robed figure with a skull on his head. "Well then…" He muttered softly as slowly pulled out his sword. It made a soft shing as it came free. It's edge, even though notched, still shone with a small trace of power.

Ah-hah! Cliffhanger…can you deal with it..?