A Long Story

It's a long story, that's what I said every time. Every time they asked about them, my parents. I can almost remember them; my mother was a short lady with light brown hair. Her smile could warm the room though when she was mad she was more frightening then any dragon. My father would always be at the center of her anger, though she loved him dearly, he worked as a smith in out port town of Leoron (Leo-ron). He was one of the best smiths in the city and provided the local guards with their swords and spears, he even made a few magic resistant amours, yet he only made them a few times a year. Something about him always made me feel safe. Looking back it must have been his tall and tough stature. He always seemed to be breaking up some dispute while we were out. The memories I have always fill me with hope and happiness but it also fills me with hatred, but mostly fear. I can remember it so clearly, the sounds of screaming and the houses as they burned. The sounds of the clay roves cracking and falling along with the cries for help… then silence. My family home burned around me, I feel the scorching air burning my skin as I lay under my bed, my eyes glazed over in fear as I lay there staring as the blood seeped down through the bedding and onto my shaking body. The taste of copper filled my mouth as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying or yelling as I watched a skeleton clad in armor walk out of my burning home. Once gone I slowly crawled out from under the bed, I dared not look back as I walked out into the chaos that was the streets. As I walked around the rubble and dead bodies I heard a loud thud and the crunching of my home falling into itself, it sent shivers down my spine. Shocked and left catatonic from the gruesome path I walked the noise of an approaching horsemen woke me from my state. As I turned back to see the source of the noise I was swept off my feet and onto the horse, the familiar feel of my father's arms and body against mine soothed me somewhat and I regained my senses. My vision blurs as we ride through the firey streets of my home. The smoke from the burning buildings cause my eyes to water and I begin shivering uncontrollably against my father, I pull away from him and feel my blood soaked shirt stick to him. The thought of my mother's lifeless body and her blood on my back makes my mind go blank with fear as my father ushers the horse towards the city gates. We finally stop just in front of the open gates, the countless bodies in front of it making it imposable for the horse to climb over. My father curses then lifts me down onto the ground then jumps off, himself. Once free of our weight the horse runs away into the city scared by the smoke and noises. Again my father slowly ushers me forward towards the gate while whispering sweet nothings about how I will be ok. My thoughts rattle around my head as if they were dice in a cup, hitting every wall roughly making me whimper then fall to my knees right before the gate. I begin laughing uncontrollably, violently, and crazily as my father looks down at me horrified. Then I stop and the sound of bones clanking towards us fills the air, along with another evil laughter, one that will haunt me for eternity, the sound of His laughter. "You think you can run away from me? Foster? How foolish and naïve of you. How long has it been old friend? Since you were my first mate? Since I was born again from them, hmm?" the voice was clear and shrill, like an old man but full of energy and hatred, "did you really think I wouldn't come for you Foster? You know too much my friend, you've seen too much, you are a threat to me and my…." The voice stops suddenly and I can feel eyes on the back of my head, "a child? Did you really have a family with one of THEM? How pitiful, how sickening, how…. Delightful!" once again the laughter rings out over us, I turn slightly seeing my father holding his ground as a large golden armored skeleton looks down at him. A purple aura around him makes it hard to focus on any particular part of his bone body. I turn still on my knees looking at the two; they face one another almost in a duel of stares. "Not a word hmm? Pity, I was hoping for more, especially from you. Oh well might as well…" a golden sword flies through the air in a split second coming towards us then back to the menacing skeletons hand. "…end it." The soft thump of my father's head as it hits the ground in front of me makes me fall onto my ass and slowly crawl away from the lifeless purple eyes in fear. His body slowly slumps down and joins the head on the cobbles. My eyes drift up towards the advancing skeleton, his dark eye sockets looking at me with intensity. My mouth twitches as I crawl back against a pile of bloody corpses. My mouth forms a smile as I laugh hysterically, my mind cracking as If maddened by the events unfolding in front of me. The skeleton starts laughing along with me then turns away from me. "It was a shame about your father kid, he lied to you for your entire life about who he was and just for that simple lie this entire town was put to the torch, ey. It is a tragic story. Fitting for someone like yourself." With a simple nod he left but before rounding a corner I noticed something from the corner of my eye. My father's body twitching. It slowly stood patted itself off then grabbed the head and walked off as if nothing had happened. My laughter soon went silent as my voice slowly faded from overuse. My eyes fluttered as the adrenalin left my shaking body. The last thing I saw was a beautiful elf clad in purple robes picking me up and whispering my name. .