Death

I watched as my master was killed, my urge to defend her was all I had mustered as I slowly watch the blade of the vile man stab into her chest. The silence numbered the room as she looked down at the blade then me, the devastation of her face was all I could see, pinned on the floor. She was smiling for no reason only at me, her sole protector, and friend....

The man had a sly smile and breathed a sigh of relief. My legs were smashed by his partners as she fell with a thud near the floor to me.

The power within me was diminishing with my last sight being her.

But something within me didn't want to do anything else, anger was all that was left in my sockets.

Dragging my body on the hard stone tiles, I grabbed with all my might on the mans leg, with the face of disgust, he kicked me.

Shouting something to his friend, the man began walking towards me with the weapon that made my legs this way. He kicked me with all his might where I lied next to master once more.

The man was going to smash my body once and for all. I vow to the very last second that I will surely kill them.

The mana from the contract must've released my bind conscious as I have regained back my memories...

The memories were hazy and my name was always blurred.

A son of a baker who was destined to one day be the man of the business and take head. But a devastating war occurred on our soil of the kingdom and my father was conscripted.

With no one to watch the store and me being the tender age of 9, a merchant company soon later bought it and kicked us out.

With nothing else to do, my mother used up all her savings to put me through knighthood. As a page, I was an ordinary assistant to the knight who was in charge of me, teaching me how to work with weapons occasionally where I helped him carry his bags and his earnings. My mother kept sending me letters as I was cherished by each one she sent me, the only connection with me and her was through these letters, I tried my best trying to keep in touch with her, but fate played a different melody.

The very last day where I was supposed to be soon later promoted into squire, she succumbed and died. I attended her funeral as was my promotion was put on hold under such horrors.

when I returned back to our home city, the truth hit me hard. To keep me in school and to continue knighthood, she sold her body to the streets, using mostly every ounce to keep me on track.

I was sullen for such faith she had for me, and the rumors only got worse.

Though my skills were advanced under most of the students, the rumors progressed and my coming of age came, I was promoted to squire and stationed in an academy with bad reputation. I shined in my field of swordsmanship and archery, even learning low tier magic. But all my prestige only amounted to become a low tier knight where others became mid tier. I was tasked by my order to protect the ill princess of the kingdom under a large scheme was made. All the guards made only of squires and me being the only knight. Assassins came and I was occupied by most of the troupe, the squires couldn't hold their ground and all fell one by one, leaving only me left. Those that came for the squires later soon assassinated the princess and placed all the blame on me, being the sole survivor of the incident. Oh I so wished my life was better, being tortured and burned on a stake.

All that was left was my charred flesh and bony remains after the large scale burning.

I was placed in a scrapped up coffin afterwards and buried near a cave in a desolate area. As my duty as a knight, I have failed all codes and even messed up my order.

But upon my rest, I was awoken once more. My memories at the time had no mention of his life but wandered near her. Her auburn hair and pale freckled skin with a blemish on her face was all I could see in his memories. 'He', my skeleton form, followed every order of hers and me, being her first summoned was particularly special to the necromancer. i survived all hardships with her, risen me once more when I crumble.

But what could these memories do when I am already dead? All these memories rushed at me on my second death bed? I can't imagine. The hammer was slowly descending. The memories flashed before my very eyes. And my conscious blacked out and I entered in a trance.

All I could feel was me free falling in a dark and endless abyss.

"Is this hell?" I cackled with my mouth, so I died in this form....All that came out was the clattering of my wretched jaw.

The endless descent was meaningless as I have already knew my fate, being risen as an undead.

The floor of the area soon came in place, a dark world with numerous bodies being tortured and spirits wandering elsewhere.

But that all dissipated when I reached the end.

All that was left was a clear and pure lake.

And I fell once more in a deep trance, unbeknownst of what will happen.