The SCION

Part 100

The main road that led to and from was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. The occasional wild animals can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild

Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by the fire or animals roaming Either way they left a welcoming entrance, Broken walls and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger open areas, wagons stripped from all but their most useless parts.

once a growing community of hundreds of families had become nothing more than a painful memory. Bird chirping, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of once a bustling community.

because now the town of Worcester has become a graveyard. as the soil is littered with bloodstains, and memories of the brutal circumstances that destroyed this place,

The silence that now engulfs the town is a haunting reminder of the atrocities that were committed and the lives that were lost. The only signs of life are the occasional visits from curious travellers who come to pay their respects to the fallen and try to make sense of what happened.

and again after days of silence, the sound of dragging feet could be heard as thousands of armoured warriors march once again through a vast, luscious field, which has become the stage of tragic death, and enslavement of hundreds, the air which would normally carry the delicate scents of flowers and fruits is now filled with rotting flesh and the putrid smell of decay,

a sight of pure nightmares.

Their number was overwhelming, but the sound they made was worse. Everyone in the patrolling unit that was conducting the investigation of the first fallen town froze in fear for a second, unable to move in the face of such horror. Then suddenly, they broke and ran for their horses, It wasn't as much a run as it was a rapid trudge. The sound of their moans and screams echoed in the land.

those Patrolling soldiers saw this horrible sight and were in gulp with fear they were not an army of the living but a huge army of summoned dead warriors

"ah! they are all ghouls, we should head back to the Avarel city as fast as we can,"

Every part of their being ached for an answer to this feeling of misery and any answer that could bring relief was one worth considering. They took a moment to gather their thoughts, but even this proved a hassle and a fear as conflicting thoughts corrupted their mind.

"faster, run faster! we need to tell everybody!

"spread out, tell everyone that the Rogue Army are summoned are ghouls!"

They all whip their rides as hard as they can, as blood stains from the horse ride are clearly visible now, but they are determined to keep going and proceed to inform the other towns, especially Stratford, whose residents just got settled in again after many days. The urgency of the situation was palpable, as they knew that the safety of other towns depended on their prompt action. With grit and determination, they rode on, hoping to reach Stratford and the towns after it, before it was too late.

The sound of hooves echoed through the deserted streets as they rode towards their destination. Their urgency was important, and their mission was clear - to spread the word and warn others of the impending danger.

the citizen from Stratford was still busy cleaning and repairing broken parts of their house when the patrolling soldier came into the vicinity of their town, he was shocked and sweating trembling with fear and directly ask where is their mayor, his manners were obviously forgotten and was agile and aggressive as he screamed at the people who where just clearing the debris on their home,