The day was very quite as a young female walked though the small town. She was not worried about the stares that she was getting from the local people. In face she would only give an evil grin to them when they looked her way for too long. Most here knew that she practice the dark art of necromancy. However they also knew that it was a bad idea to go and start something with her. She was known to unleash hoards of the undead upon those who messed with her. She was what most people would call crazy.
Though she did not dress like most necromancer did. No she wore pink clothing for the most part. She now stopped walking to stare around at her surroundings. She was not sure what it was that had made her come here. All she knew was that something wanted her to come to this Podunk town. Oh well might as well enjoy herself now.
So she made her way to the local graveyard. She mumbled her dark magic to summon up the dead. was. sHe heard them start to stir she laughed. Long maddening peels of insane laughter. Yeah okay maybe she was nuts after all.
Now, it was by perfect chance that Cara was in this civilisation. It was not like her. She preferred the wilds, untamed, and green. It was not in her nature to be in a town at all. And it showed. For Cara was constantly nervous. She had abandoned her coat outside of town, and even let her hair go free, in an attempt to at least look different. Still, though, she hated this place. Every fibre of her being told her that it was not a good idea to remain. To even visit. To even think about visiting.
Yet, here she was. What an unfortunate circumstance she had gotten herself into.
It didn't matter, though, what Cara's opinions were. She was far too absorbed in watching someone else. Peeking from around the corner, standing at the threshold, silently watching the necromancer raise the dead. She despised this. There was nothing she could do, though, but watch. Cara carefully moved closer to the graveyard, to get a better view.
Cinda as the necromancer was called just countuied what she was doing. As the dead came up from the ground she smiled. Then she felt the feeling of being watched. She wondered who was out at this location. So she looked around and gave anouther laugh. " Come out. Be my first victim . It won't hurt for very long." She said with a grin. She was now wondering if the person would come out. Or if she would need to go after them herself .
Cara paused, for a long while. She was not stupid, she wasn't going to go out to this...person. No, she was not a person. This monster! Cara would not go. She peered out from her hiding spot, slowly moving around to another one, to keep Cinda guessing. Hopefully she wouldn't be caught...she was a slight difficult to find, or at least, more than normal, since she was not wearing her coat, but...she couldn't keep it out of the question. She would have to be prepared to flee, if it came to it.
Cinda smirked as she waited for a few minutes. Then she pointed to a couple of the dead who were nearby. " Find our victim." She said. Of course she had trouble controlling the dead for very long. However she would try to keep control until they found the girl. Then she would find out why she was spying on her like that. She didn't not like spies.
Cara frowned, as she heard Cinda speak. She decided it'd probably be time to get away from the undead, and the necromancer. She wasn't strong enough to fight them...no point risking herself.
Now, if Cara wasn't a child she may have had a better idea. Maybe. But, she was foolhardy and a bit too quick to act. So, instead of attempting to sneak away, she simply turned and bolted as quick as possible away from the necromancer.
The undead that the necromancer had summoned when towards where the child was hiding. However when she bolted they roared out and when after her. They knew that they had try to catch her. They wanted to please their master after all.
Cinda meanwhile just walked behind them slowly. She was not in a hurry. She knew that they would catch the girl now.
Cara was a quick child.
She was not, however, a 'quick enough to outrun angry undead' child. Considering that she was also, just a child, and couldn't move faster than most adults, it was no wonder she would get caught by the horrid monsters. Writing and squirming, kicking and screaming, she would get dragged back to Cinda. "QF! HW! OMV PV ICW! TGW DY OR!"
Cinda smiled as she heard the sound of the girl yelling. It sounded a lot like rambling to her. Oh well she could really care less. All that mattered was that she was going to now see who was spying on her. Though it seemed from the yells that she might have caught a child. As the dead brought her closer cinda gave her a cold look. " hello little spy. Who sent you here?" She asked. Her voice was cold and dark. She was not one who hurt kids though. She was crazy but not heartless.
"QF! HW! GWP'W BCTO UG! QF! ZIWPGU! WUBKMT KVFX PM! ROVUAH!" Cara screamed out, tears welling up in her eyes as she began to sob. She hadn't been this afraid in a very long while. She squirmed in the hands of the undead, her skin crawling. She felt sick. This was putrid. An evil magus, rotting corpses touching her. No, not just that, but living. A mocking imitation of life. It was against everything she knew. She couldn't even struggle, just sobbing and screaming.
Cinda just sighed as the young girl started to cry. She shook her head a bit and looked at the undead. " let her go." She stated. The zombie then dropped the little girl to the ground. Cinda leaned down and looked at her. She wondered what she was going to do to her. She was quite for a few minutes. Then she looked at the girl. " they will only way you of I tell them to. Otherwise you are not going to get hurt. " she stated coldly. She knew that most feared the undead. However she also knew that being a kid made it even worse.
Cara fell to the ground with a 'thump', still sniffling and crying. She stared up at Cinda, blinking wearily. She didn't know what to do, slowly pushing herself up to her feet. She looked between the corpses and the woman, trying to think up some form of plan to get away. Or, better yet, to destroy the undead.
Cinda straightened back up and watched the girl. She folded her arms in front of her and sighed. Kids were sometimes hard to deal with. " now kid. Im going to give you one more chance to anwser me. Why were you watching me?" Cinda asked. Her tone was very annyoyed now.
Cara binked, wearily. She hesitated, before explaining...in a foreign, archaic, language.
"Evwixag bfo'zh i uwljqg mxlc hmfzqprhkhz vkrn akwwou vm nqnovx!"
She smiled, slightly, moving to rub at the wooden orb that replaced her eye. She was still shaking. She was still nervous. But this seemed, at least, to give her some form of comfort.
Cinda just stared at her. Apparently this girl could not speak common. That was great just great. " Well I don't know what you said but it doesn't matter. You can watch as i destroy this city. That should be fun." She said giving a laugh. She then added. " And don't try to run. Cause if you do you will become a snack for them." She said nodding to her undaed hoard.
Cara nodded, pulling her hand down and balling it into a fist. The wooden pen was gone. Her eye socket was now empty and gaping. This didn't seem to phase Cara at all, glancing between the necromancer and her servants, shakily.
Cinda nodded and have a slight smile. " now you shall witness my power." She said. It was about that time that she started to lose control. Some of the undead started to wonder off. However Cinda could not have cared less. This was still fun for her.
The child frowned. She couldn't think, straight, with the undead around her. But, she had the first few inklings of a plan beginning to form in her head. "Vkoxll phtlwpipfvla fip ufn. Bkm qus qqot udmy uh...rwvk hmhl vr xyb ww c fflxvm..." She said, mostly to herself. Cara looked over to creatures, apparently quite interested by one of them. Or, quite afraid. Regardless, she seemed focused on one.
Cinda just whent about what she had been doing before she got distracted by the girl. She looked to her hoard pointing a dew of them towards the town. " go and make sure that this town falls to its knees." She said to her monster. Most left but a few stayedy near to protect her. Like the one who was currently staring back at the one eyed little girl.
Cara slowly, carefully, moved over towards the creature she was focusing on. She reached up towards it, going to give it her false eye, the wooden orb. She did this rather bluntly, and oddly calmly. There was intent behind her movements but at least for now, that intent wasn't truly discernible.
The undead being stared at Cara with interest. He was not sure what she was doing. All he knew was that his job was to obey cinda. However being a not intellectual creature he held out his hand when she offered the orb. He was not sure why she wanted to give him that thing though.
Cara turned around, staring up at Cinda. "...wyca la lxjn i gquwiukwqqq. Z'g wqta zrcblvi ifl bkm qus nw nqen zh." She stated, rather bluntly, blinking as she reached up to her empty eye socket. After a moment, she stumbled over a word. It sounded wrong, though. She'd said this word before. Something was off about the way this child spoke this. She should be barely able to pronounce it, not having learnt common. "...glass."
Cinda glanced down at the girl as she spoke to her. She had no remote clue as to what she was saying. However one word got her attention. A word that was spoken to clear for someone who didn't speak common. " Glass? " Cinda asked obviously confused now. What was this girl talking about? She had to wonder now.
Cara pointed at her empty socket. "Glass." She repeated. As she did this, she clenched one of her fists, a small, knowing grin growing on her face. "Glass..." She repeated, slyly, wondering if Cinda would understand.
Cinda was not the best at figuring out what people were saying. However she did have an idea about what she meant. " your eyes was glass? " she asked with a frown. Okay this kid was a little strange. She glanced at the remaining undead for a second the back at the girl. A couple of the undead wondered off as she lost concentration. She was not quite as focus on her task as before. That was not a good thing.
Cara shook her head at Cinda's statement. She tilted her head, slightly. Silently, the orb in the corpse's grasp began to writhe, and extend root-like tendrils into the creature's hand. It began to dig in. "...c-can. I...go?" Cara asked, wearily.
Cinda just sighed . Kids were hard to understand. And those who could not speak common were even more confusing. She then heard the undead being roar out shaking it's hand. What the heck was going on? She looked at the kind when she spoke again. " What did you do to him?" She questioned her now. She wondered if she was dealing with a magic user of some sort.
"Stupid necromancer." Cara stated bluntly, thrusting her balled fist into the air. As she did so, the monster's hand lurched up. Tendril like strings of wood burst through the creature's hand, ripping it apart as they did so. "Lemme go!" The child demanded.
Cinda smiled now. But it was not a pleasant sort of smile. It was a dark sort of smile. Time to scare this kid again. " no now you become a snack. I cant let a witness simply leave after all." She told her. The remaining undead started to come at the girl. They intend to obey their master.
Cara stumbled back, twisting her hands. The tendrils of wood ripped out of the undead, falling to the ground, flailing about randomly. She stumbled over to it, grabbing it and pushing it over to the undead, panting and rasping as she did so.
The undead were not smart enough to know that they were actually in danger. So they just kept coming tracking and smiling at the young girl. All the while cinda watched with interest.
Cara clenched her fists, pulling them over towards her chest, the tendrils going to trip the undead up. Being single-minded monsters, they'd probably just fall over.
As the undead came ever closer they were tripped up by the tendrils. As the fell though screaming could be heard from the village. The rest who had when to the town must have found a few people. Cinda just laughed. She did enjoy doing this quite a bit.
Cara paused. She decided that without any monsters, nothing was really keeping her there. So, Cara decided to run the hell away from all of the insanity, sprinting as fast as she could.
Cinda frowned now. If the girl ran did that mean she would tell others? She would not like that very much. She made a couple of undead hand come from the ground to trip the girl. After all they were in a grave yard.
Evidently, this was not Cara's day, stumbling forwards as she was tripped, nearly falling over. She walked into a gravestone, gasping and letting out an 'oof!' noise. She stumbled back, glaring at the object as if it had intent, a conscience, and consciousness.
Cinda smirked she wanted to see how the rest of her undead were doing. However she needed to do something with the girl. " You know something. You gotta try harder then that. You know you want to run like the scared little brat you are." She stated. Yes maybe teasing kids wasn't nice. But cinda was not a nice person. Unless she wasn't causeing trouble.
Now, Cinda couldn't understand Cara's archaic language, but she could tell by the look on her face and the tone of her voice that she had just cursed in it. Regardless, she glanced about the area, before moving to dash out of the graveyard, away from the corpses, which were her the true danger in this scenario.
Find just laughed. The girl could run all she wanted but as long as she was in town the undead would be a danger. After all she did send them into town. And now she was telling them to go after the girl if they saw her. Might as well have fun now.
Cara had no intent to stay in the town. Nope. None. Undead were bad news, she was not equipped to deal with them, she had lost her wooden eye.
It was time to go.
Cara made a straight path as far away as she could, going the opposite direction of Cinda and the town.
Cinda would just let the girl go for now. After all she had other things to focus on. Like moving on before the towns guard would come. She did not want jail time. And she was losing control over her undead army So as the girl left Cinda when off to find a place to hide. Both from the guard and the undead.
The child ran and ran and ran and went back, finding her coat. She grabbed the oversized clothing, throwing it over her body and going to take the string from her pocket and tie her hair back into its braid, sitting under a tree, eye wide.
This was the moment when she remembered she was missing her wooden eye, gripping the nearby tree. "...oh..." She mumbled, running a palm over it.
Cinda meanwhile was more concerned with getting away from the undead then the girl. And of course avoiding the guards. As she moved out of the graveyard she looked for a high place to hide. There was no way that the undead could climb. Atleast not the zombies that she raised. So she soon found a small building to climb. Though she didn't know that was close to the odd girl that she had been around before.
Cara tilted her head, the tree slowly morphing and twisting. It acted like some form of sludge, now, and she slowly pulled out a small chunk of it. She began to roll this one into a tiny, perfectly spherical, orb, looking extremely focused. As she did so, a verdant, emerald green flowed from her hands into the object, slowly slumping down to sit underneath the tree.
Cinda blinked when she glanced over to a nearby tree. She noted that someone was using magic. That made her blink. She had noticed who was using the magic. It was that strange little girl. That was very odd to her. She didn't know someone so young could use such magic. It was interesting to her to say the least.
She was then distracted as she heard the guards yelling they wanted to find the one who did this. She ducked down as low as she could. She really didn't want to be punished now.
Cara payed no mind to Cinda, slowly going to take the spherical orb and slot it into her eye. She wheezed, for a moment, glancing about the area as she dispelled the magic, the eye, the tree, and everything around her returning to normal. For a time, she simply sat there, unaware of anything else, before going to rise to her feet and stretch.
As cinda hid she saw the guards coming to where the little girl was. She was still as she watched what happened next.
The guards who were looking for who made this mess blinked as they saw the little girl. They didn't know why she was out here. So they decided to ask as they approach her. " What are you doing out kid?" Asked one of them now.
The child rubbed her good eye, frowning as she stared up at them.
She felt a horrible paranoia as she saw them. "...stuff. Go away." She replied, bluntly. She reached to the tree she sat in front of, carefully, neurotically, running her hands along it.
The guards looked at each other then frowned. Maybe this kid was hiding something. They looked at her and kid of glared. " look kid we are looking for the one who made this mess. And we think you know who did it. So you either talk or we take you in ." He growled at her now. He did not like rude little kids at all.
Cara scowled, clenching her fists. The new false eye of her's shifted and moved. It was alive. The child had a look of utter disdain about her. "L-leave me be!" As she said this, the tree above her loomed, hungrily.
The guards who were talking to the girl only frowned. They were not going to let some kid disrespect them. " You are coming with us kid." One growled. They would then try to make her come with them. By trying to grab her.
Meanwhile cinda was just watching the scene unfold. That's when she noted that the undead were moving to where the guards and the girl was. Well maybe this would get more interesting. Though she wondered why the kid did not tell on her. Most would have. It was strange to say the least.
Cara threw her hands up, the roots of the tree bursting from the ground and curlin up like snakes ready to strike. "Get away!" She yelled out, as her arm was grabbed. She'd lurch her free hand towards the guard, the roots moving to grasp and bind him, with unnatural strength.
Then they would begin to squeeze.
The guards gave a surprise gasp as the girl made roots come up from the ground. That was a surprise to them. Then the guard who was bound by the roots started to struggle. The other one attempted to free his friend by chopping at the roots with his sword.
All the while cinda kept watching the scene before her. It was very interesting to say the least.
The guard easily sliced free his friend, Cara staggering back and pointing at the guards. The branches around them descended downwards, going to begin thinning themselves into sharp, deadly, and vicious points. "GET AWAY, OR ELSE!" The child demanded.
The guards gave focused glances to each other. This girl was not only evil but she had other strange powers. At least they now though that she had unleashed the undead. " Okay we'll leave kid but at least tell the zombies to go. They are hurting some innocent people and kids. " Said the second guard. They then turned to hurry away from the odd girl.
"But they're not mine..." she mumbled, as they walked away. Cara slumped down into her seat, letting out a wheeze and going to rub her good eye as she fell down. The foliage around her began to return to normal, as she rubbed at her eye wearily.
Cinda watched the guards as they took their leave. She was happy that they seemed to blame someone else for what had happened.. now all she had to do was get the heck out of here. So with that she moved to climb off of the building. Of course she slipped off and made a huge crash as she fell on several berralls . Well that probably got the whole world's attion right then. So much for being quite.
Cara's ears flicked, and she looked upwards, glancing about rapidly. The flora around her moved, too, as she did so. She was still connected with it, rising from her feet, going to stalk towards the sound. As she moved, roots pushed themselves out of the ground, before dipping themselves back in, repeating this process over and over.
Cinda was a bit too distracted with trying to get up to sorry about the girl right now. As she sat up she gave a groan of pain. She did hurt her shoulder some. However she knew that she had to get away from here. After all the undead might be attracted to all of that noise. So slowly she tried to get to her feet to leave.
Cara could not loom. She was far too small to loom. Yet, it seemed as if she was. Perhaps it was the roots, curling themselves like tentacles behind her. Perhaps it was the hate in her working eye, and the emptiness of the orb. "Father told me about people like you." She explained, continuing to pad towards Cinda. Perhaps, it was a foolish idea for Cinda to draw attention to herself.
Perhaps, it was more foolish for Cara to attack.
Cinda frowned as she noticed that the young girl was coming towards her. She knew that she was threatening her as she spoke. However cinda was not afaid of her. Her eyes glowed as she readied her magic. She was not going to just allow this girl to hurt her. " So what are you gonna do kid? You going to punish me? You gonna kill me ? " She said obviously taunting her now. She would show her why they feared those like her.