Vende's Short Story: The Haunted House

They were vanquished without a doubt. The raven had taken to the air to join the others. As soon as it arrived, they flew to the west behind them they saw huge volatile storm clouds coming towards them. Vende looked about he too was concerned with what he saw. There was no way in which they should have been slain; the symbol of the skull painted in blood upon the doors also did not make anysense to them either. Very few of the riders could recognize what it meant. There has to be a reason for this having happened there, but what. Tab burst into the nearest house, he looked fearful of what had happened here. There was no explanation for this to have happened to them. “DO you think, the religious leader of their kingdom

They had sent out the other seventeen to watch over the party, they were they suspected the best in the company. It had been very silent, we suspected that no one had made a sound or a move. The sun slowly climbed over the trees that were bare of their very leaves to show what remained of them. There had come a heavy pounding on the door to the house the three were in. There was a voice accompanying it, sayingCheck that section of the woods, w Jolly began to advance in the light that sun provided he found Calca standing there with an crossbow bolt in his chest, one hold holding the bowstring taunt and the bow to held in the position to shot an arrow.

Daricka looked as though struck, drawing himself away from her a bit, he

said, “I have heard of a Mica is that you?”

“I suppose so, what did you hear?” Mica responded/

“Cal fell by the knight of darkness. There is something that they had done to cause them a great deal of harm from the knights,” Daricka said as he looked

into her eyes..

“Where did you hear that?” Mica asked unsure of herself.

“From the throne room of Caleas that is where the story had come