Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 352 Evening

There once was a mother, dejected and without recourse other than faith, cry she did, to no avail, tears were meaningless, only serving to moisten the freshly upturned grave.

O, how small of a grave it was, soon had this nascent soul departed-

'Too soon, too late... Who knows?'

"O, bright lady, why refute this child?" asked the woman "O, pale lady, why take this child?'

Naught but silence was present to respond, but ask she kept, begging for her child to be returned.

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'One child, two children, your village, the whole region... They all must pass eventually, your child is but ahead of them...'

Indeed, no one wished to answer her prayers, but silence was not taken as a refusal, nothing but the absence of approval, yet.

"O, bright lady, can you hear me?"

No one appeared.

Silence once more, the grave lull was not the domain of the bright.

"O, pale lady, can you hear me?"

And silence, spoke back.

"Yes, my child" no one was there, yet, here she was, the lady of pale, cascade of dark upon her back.

Here and not, physical nothing, the lightless dark, the pure silence- Oblivion.

"O, pale lady, please spare my child" asked the mother, demanding the misborn back.

"Spare?" the paleness leaned forward, arched backward, depth of the eyes giving directly into oblivion.@@@@

Simple as that, when the dark appeared however, as if caught in a fright, their sun had frozen in place, its light dimmed, or rather, the light that reached them was so weak, that it might as well be moonlight.

"Don't-" he coughed up some sand "Don't worry so much, it will get back to normal eventually" the sanded one was optimistic, awfully so one might say, but he was only repeating the words of their elder.

The decrepit old man was, or at least pretended, to be a seer, and as such, his words were always considered an absolute truth.

"He has never been wrong, right?"

"Urgh, I don't think him predicting that we would all die unless he took three new, young concubines was very serious" responded the other, flexing his assaulted toes, grimacing intensely.

"Now that you mention it- What is that?" pointed beyond the shore, the first man was suspicious that he would befell the attack of sand were he to turn around, but he eventually did so anyways.

"Is that a sea monster?!" the second man added when both had their eyes upon the looming figure.

"Hold on" stepping closer, carefully avoiding putting pressure on his aching foot.

Narrowing his eyes, shaking his head with a smug.

"I forget that you are just a grown-up child sometimes, that's a ship! A big boat if you will, this one is awfully large..." he turned back, displaying his greater knowledge of the world beyond this island.

His eyes leaving their sockets, arrows neatly aimed.

Mouth agape, sand prepared as revenge seeping in between his fingers, legs did not move, locked in place, the young islander watched in shock as the massive ship rammed into the sand, its body reflective, as though made from iron, ropes dropping from the deck, vile figures sliding down, one after the other.

Aligning neatly, completely ignoring both the youth, or the one they had slayed, body crushed by their violent landing.

Hundreds of them, their ranks tidy, carrying various weapons.

Making way for a tall figure garbed with a dark mantle, accompanied by two stalwart black knights, holding longswords with both of their hands, ready to split skulls at a moment's notice.

The one they seemed to be escorting walked right over to the paralysed youth, too close for comfort, hands firmly held behind the back, weaponless, somehow the most intimidating still.

"Bring us to your lord" he ordered, the islander feeling like refuting him, but it was not like the island was big enough for anyone to hide from such a great force, instead, he caved and fearfully nodded his head.

'Maybe they are willing to speak peacefully?' he hoped.