《Undead in Wonderland》 Chapter 0 – Introduction Chapter 0 - Introduction There he lied on the ground in the forest, blood dropping from his fresh stab wound, curses spouting from his mouth and his life is escaping from his body. He was on this journey to find answers for his questions. He needed time to think what really matters for him in his life and ironically lost his in this forest. His eyeslids are feeling heavy and numbness is overcoming his dying body. His limbs that were rather athletic are becoming cold and stiff from the lack of blood. Too focussed on rage and grief, he doesn''t notices that his blood formed a perfect circle, with him in the middle.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. His consciousness clutches himself at the last thread of life that resides inside his body to remain a little longer on this planet. His last words to spoken were '''' I dont want to end like this, I don''t want to die here....'''' in an quiet voice, the only one listening to his words was himself. After that closes his eyes and his body falls asleep for eternity. Chapter 1 - Awakening

Chapter 1 - Awakening

He has no eyes nor ears. He is shrouded in complete silence. Even tough he has no eyes he is able to ''''see'''' countless stars with on the horizon all being born, moving and dying in unbelievable speed. These ''''stars'''' had planets around them that looked like tiny flies in contrast to the giant stars. His sight was occupied by this incredibly beautiful sight for seemingly an eternity, until his mind seemed to free itself from his trance. Concerns about his future were filling his mind. His only wish was to walk under the blessed sunlight again and he would give anything just to fullfill his desire. His confused mind tried to move anything, after all he wasn''t just going to sit here for all eternity. He wanted to fullfill his wish and walk under the sun. He wanted to live. After what felt for an eternity he heard an sound so grand that it could destroy entire worlds and would put any explosion to shame. If he could speak he would probably said something in the lines of ''''oh fuck'''', but he was mute and nobody could possibly know what goes on inside his mind. It seemed that he was also one of these ''''stars'''' and by his attempt to move he somehow began to ''''fall''''. His giant body was spinning and falling around like a boulder would after a catapult shot it from the top of a mountain. Our protagonist couldn''t possible control his destination and after the fiftieth spin he felt sick and thought his mind would puke at any moment. Panic had filled his mind in these moments where he had basically turned into a giant burning marble, but after he noticed that he would crash another ''''star'''' he just felt fear. He tried everything he could, but the collision was inevitable. They collided and he was pretty sure he heard another person scream in agony. This scream was the last the last thing he heard before he and his obstacle explode in an giant supernova. His eyelids shot up from shock. Instantly question about his experience were asked. His mind was confused, so confused in fact that he didn''t noticed that his eyes are not able to see and his lungs aren''t breathing any air in. how could he feel his body if he was dead? Was he still alive? Did somebody saved him? This questions and variations of it were wandering the mind of our protagonist, unable to find an answer to his questions, he tries to do anything with his body. He attempts to move his body, but it is to no avail. Sudden dizziness invaded his mind at the attempt and left him unable to do anything. After a while he started to worry about his hunger and his body. Or to be more accurete the lack of those bodily needs like food and air. unececcary worries came and went, so that he just decieded that it is impossible to change anything about it and he can worry about it another time. So this poor soul is waiting in darkness, his mind lost already all sense of time. He could have been there for an eternity or just an hour, he wasn''t sure. He was not able to sleep, even tough he felt incredibly tired. All of a sudden, small noises are invading his dark prison. His sight is returning. And other senses are coming back filling his brain almost to the brink of an emergancy shutdown After a while He could finally see with normal eyes. He is inside a darkplace. not a single light source was even near him, his eyes worked just fine, despite the lack of light he was able to see everything. He was inside a cave with countless corpses. Their flesh has already turned to dust, only bones and rusty metal remained. near his right hand lay a rusty sword in no better condition than from the other that were in the cave. he looked at his lower body and was confused, he was leaning against a wall and his clothing was entirely different from the last time he remembered. His new clothes were entirely different from what he had worn on his camping trip. What was basically ''''average dude'''' clothes on his camping trip became some kind of old, rusty full body medievil armor.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. he tried to look at his left and was left shooked. It seems the source sound of the sound was a small malnourished rat, so black it fur seemed to absorb light itself, near it was his own, eaten to the bone, left hand. It was puking all over the floor, the puke looked like an abstract painting, because it had all colors possible, from black to red to yellow. It squeaks in agony until it shakes brutaly, draws a last big breath and throws up it''s own whole skelet outside it''s own body. The vermins flesh and skin turned into some some wobbly mess and lied there near a gauntlet (wich was probably ''''his'''') with it''s last expression (wich was pain and suffering) written all over it''s face. Even after a few minuts the look of disbelief and confusion didn''t leave the face of our protagonist. His death, the stars, his body, lack of pain and whatever happened to the rat was a mistery that his brain couldn''t solve. He asked himself what kind of strange disease would cause such disturbing event, after a little while our confused protagonist just stopped caring and decided to move before he would also be cursed to a similar fate. The first thing he could move were his fingers, even the ones without flesh wich, was also weird but convinient. Then a hand,then his arm and at the end he he could move his entire body, altough his limbs were still wobbly. His left bony hand was still somehow part of his body and could still be moved even tough it had no musles or even flesh to begin with, because of his feeling that a bony fellow with just bones for a hand would''t be the most trustworthy man he decieded to hide his body inside the body armor, because if he already has one full suit of armor, then why not use it? When he was on his feet a sudden feeling filled his mind, it was like something was wanting his attention. He looked at the deceased body of the rat. There was the skeleton of the rat standing on it''s feet looking directly into his eyes waiting for something. Now that he looked closer at the body (or rather the skeleton) of the rat he noticed that it was larger than any rat he has seen. It looked like a rat but was more akin to a small dog. Instinct guided him and he pointed his finger up and the skellet looked up, after that he pointed right and the rat loooked right. He then pointed his arm towards the dark halls of the cave and the rat skellet sprinted through the darkness to never come back. It doesn''t took him long to decide that there was no reason for him to wait inside this dark cave. ''''ok then no reason to wait here I guess.'''' he looked at a sword that he find near his body, It was rusty and looked like it belonged to a museum. It seemed more to be an ornamental sword rather one used for fighting. the grip felt heavy in his right hand and decided to take a swing. It wasn''t like he was enjoying to take a swing with a sword he just wanted to test it, I swear. It looked just a bit cool He wandered through the cave. Inside this cave he saw many plants fantastical in nature. From Flowers that are hovering through the air, daisies that shine in rainbow color and grew small crytsals on top and illuminate the dark cave, to Vines covered in mouths. These mouths had razorsharp theet that looked like they could cut through metal like hot knife can through butter. He decieded not to touch them for the safety of his limbs. It didn''t took him long to finally find the exit. As he finds the exit and finally steps out into the light he feels pure happiness. To finally see sunlight again after what feels an eternity,was like a dream coming true. Warm life giving sunlight shines on his cold unliving body. It feels like a giant thirst that has been finally extinguished. Like an itch that has been scratched after hours of pretending it doesn''t exist. Or like getting ones favorite dish after a long day at work. His mind decided to finally relax a little after all the stress he went through. The entrance of the cave was hidden behind a jungle that stretched itself kilometers at every directions. He could find all kinds of colors inside this forest. A brown tree with darkblue leaves, Flowers with all kind of different tint of reds, some kind of dandelion that seemed to open to eat like some kind of carnivorous plants. A grey rat skelet that looked at me there, or grass that looked like copper. The Protagonist was fascinated by the color palett the world offered him and was kind of happy to see that the rat skelet would be with him. He was uncertain when to expect to find other people that were friendly minded. He would have at least some company, even if it was just the skelet of a rat he kind of killed.... he went on his knees and pettet the the head of his undead companian. His head filled with sympathy because just like him was it alone inside a forrest in an unliving body. He decided to take it as his pet and to ignore his involvment in the state of the rat. He and the former rat were on their merry way through the forrest and heard something. he decided they would hide behind some bushes. He put his pet on his shoulders and concealed his body behind some bushes. What he saw left him perplexed. He saw a white rabbit wearing a suit and with a hat that looked like it belonged to a certain american president thought the undead. But that wasn''t enough, the rabbit had bloodred eyes with sharp yellow teeth and it was bigger than a polar bear. A snout covered in dry blood was just the cherry on the pie. ''''Yeah sure, no way i''m going to fight that'''' thought the protagonist. The polarbear sized rabbit stand up on his hind legs put it''s nose in the air and take a big sniff. The protagonist was unsure what to do, so he decided to freeze, maybe the predator wouldn''t notice him if he did that, he thought. The dangerous predator turned around and looked him dead in the eye. The predator let out a growl and started running towards our protagonist... Chapter 2 - Escape

Chapter 2 - Escape

Inside a dark forrest, a white ''''rabbit'''' is chasing an undead in rusty full metal body armor, while he carryies an undead rat skelet on his shoulders.If this wouldn''t be such a serious situation, he would probably laugh at that and take it as the beginning of a bad joke. The Undead is trying to escape it''s fate of being eaten ''''alive'''' by an oversized rabbit, who looks more like an bloodthirsty icebear than it''s peaceful counterparts... His heavy metal boots that are are sinking into the muddy ground of the forrest. His footprints are in turn get absolutly demolished by the heavy paws of the rabbit. the mud has soiled it''s beautiful furr and clothes. It comes closer and closer, our protagonist can hear the sound of it''s heavy legs smacking against the ground, The horrofic sound fills the mind of our protagonist with panic. The blood stained snout comes closer and closer, The Giant beast with it''s heartless and cruel eyes is just centimeters away from our protagonist and it''s tongue drooling from the anticipation of some tasty meat to extinguish it''s never ending hunger. The legs of our protagonist are trying to move faster and faster. His legs are giving everything they can, but he has no chance to escape the raging beast behind him. Thanks to his undead nature he practically has unlimited endurance, he could run for ever and never get tired, the only problem is that he has no chance to outrun the creature as it would catch him before he would escape. As defeatism is slowly overcoming his mind, he hears a sound from his pet, on his right shoulder. His undead pet turned to look at the beast and is twitching and shaking, growling and rumbling, crackling and rattling. Black and dark foam is streaming out of it''s jaw from an unknown source, the jaw is now overfilled with foam. Some of it is dropping on the forrest floor making a hiss like acid as it hits the ground. The rat jumps drom his shoulder right into the face of the rabbit, taking a huge bite on its nose. The rat is bravely sacrifacing its own unlife to save the unlife of his master and with that denies the sadistic pleasure of the beast. The beast suprised by the sudden turn of events, it''s screaming in pain and shaking its head, tryiing to save his nose. The forrest is being filled by the sound of flesh being consumed by the dark foam and the enraged cries of a injured beast. The rat is unable to hold itself and is launched into the air. The beast swipes with at it with it''s paw and the undead pet flies like a bullet through the air into a near by lake. The dark foam is still on the snout of the beast and the beast rubs it''s head against the mud of a puddle to clean itself. This attack left heavy burnmarks on the face of it''s victim. After it was safe the beast looks around in search of its humanoid prey but it was nowhere to be seen. Our protagonist took this chance offered by his brave companian to escape from this beast, it wasn''t the most honorable thing to do, but beggars can''t be choosers so he decided to run away. One could only hear the sound of a raging beast, It''s anger risen to unknown hights because it lost it''s prey and was humiliated by a mere rat...If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.
It was as sun starts to go down and was marking the end of the day. As our protagonist marches through the forrest he stumbles on a small camp. In the middle was a small bonfire, around the fire were 4 men while a fitfth one was tending a horse that pulled a carriage. They wore similar armor that looked related to his. Their armor was pretty clean and in a very good condition, even though they had a few scratches and Dents. The 4 Men took a good look at our protagonist. Their eyes were full off suspicion, gazing through him, only the melodie of the wind and the cracking of burning wood breaks the silence. ''''Who are you, identify yourself!'''' Our Protagonist could not understand what they are saying. It was a langauge he never heard before. It was completly alien to him. A sudden memory floods the mind of our protagonist. One wich clearly didn''t was his. It was like a dream, he was only a bystander. Two men were making a camp in the midlle of nowhere. Their camp was surrounded by a heavy unpassable fog, suddenly a stranger comes through the fog and puts his hands up '''' Can I share this fire with you?'''' Then it ends. Their caution increases, because of his non action. They hands are slowly reaching their hands as the tension fills the air. It was like he was possessed, his lips moved on their own accord and it was like he spoke the language his whole life. Our Protagonist quickly puts his hand up and says that he isn''t hostile, in an Language he doesn''t understand, but still somehow ''''understood'''' and could use. They relax and the tension in the air seemingly dissappeared in matter of seconds. ''''Where do you come from? There are no villages around here.'''' they took a closer look at the armor and muttered the leader of the group to himself '''' this old armor... , next time speak faster, we already thought you were an undead'''' He would have to be pretty vague,he thought The Undead lied in the most vague sense possible , said that he was a traveler hunting for his meal, at least until a beast came and he had to abonmend all of his belongings. ''''Let us introduce ourselves, I''m Sinbad, and these are my companions, do you want to stay for the night? We could use a extra guard in this god forsaken forrest'''' They invited him to stay at their camp which he gladly accepted.
Later that night. Our protagonist was laying on some kind of sleeping bag, they were willing to lend him. He was pretending to be asleep. From time to time they would throw him a suspicious glimpse, but it seems that they would not try to rob or kill him. This let him relax a bit. He picked this moment to gather some of his thoughts. First was the memory issue. Our undead tried to reach some of the memories, but no matter how hard he ''''pulled'''', he would get nothing. It was confusing for him to feel and remember things he never went through. He was concerned. Since he got this body, every action, he took was a concious one. He was moving manually, but this was clearly outside his control. It was like he was possessed and he didn''t like it. The second issue was his Body. It clearly wasn''t his own. He always had a embaressing looking birthmark near his crotch. It wasn''t there (Wich was something he was pretty happy about.), also old scars weren''t there, only the wound wich killed him. It was at the same spot where his wound was ( Wich was strange, since there wasn''t a hole in the armor). It seems that the old owner died in that cave. He has to be cautious since people could remember the original owner of this body. His left Hand is also he couldn''t show anybody as it seems Undead are seen as a threat. One even joked that he smelled worse than an Undead... He could also eat. They gave him a bowl of soup they had cooked. It tasted after.. nothing. Nada, no taste here, he couldn''t even feel a thing. He decided to relax ab bit and let his mind wander around to calm down. The next moment felt like a dream to him. He was on the ground of a lake. Chapter 3 - Underwater adventure

Chapter 3 - Underwater adventure

He awakens Underwater. He lays on the ground of the lake, his forelegs entirely stretched out. He looks at his forelegs. Instead of hands, he has paws. They are clearly aren''t his bony paws. It feels like he controlls this body like a charakter in a video game. His sight has a slight tint of dark blue and his body feels heavy. It seem he controlls his pet, that he lost earlier (about what he was clearly happy).. Near him were fishes swimming around, investigating him and seemingly losing interest, after they find nothing interesting. All seemed to be calm. Fish swam around like they do not have a care in the world. Some of these fish look like your standart clownfish or Fishes that look like you would put them inside your aquarium, Shining all in bright colors. They would swim in swarms, circle around each other, while a deep blue of the deep sea wrapps around their body and let''s their body shine like little stars thanks to the contrast. Their swimming doesn''t look entirely random, it is more akin to a dance than random swimming. Then there are the other fish. They look like horrors from the deep sea. In contrast to the harmless fish, the predators shine all in dark and deep colors. They swim alone and devour every peaceful fish near them. Some of them wait, hiding their presence in the water, waiting for their prey to come to them. They are hiding their sharp teeth and wait until a naiv fish is going to be careless enough to go near their nest. It looks beautiful, simply beautiful, like a painting that shines in every color possible. All seems to be in perfect harmony. Our Protagonist takes a moment, and just observes nature, he watches fishes dancing and eating. swimming and hiding. Pushing and pulling. Beautiful like a painting.
Suddenly every fish far and wide flees from his surroundings. His body is still entirely still, tension fills the air and in his eyes can undiluted curiousity be found. A kraken appeared before him. It appeared Gigantic like an small island inside this lake, it overshadowed everything. His 8 Arms are seemingly stretched endless, each suction cup has a little sharp silver hook. His arms look like they are made of pure muscle and could even drag ships underwater . His skin is in an toxic rust colour and creates an strong contrast to his surroundings. It has Demonic looking scales covering it''s body while small horns curl near it''s head. It looked more like a demon from hell that came to devour and kill everything instead of an inhabitant of the deep.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. One of it''s unreasonable muscular grabs one predator that was hiding. The Fish has no chance of escape. It''s fangs dig into the body of the fish and injects some fluid into it''s body. The previously golden fish turns slowly blue, while it''s face becomes disfigured. Then the beast ate it. One could only hear the crunch of breaking bones, It''s sharp brutal teeth shattering everything in it''s mouth. No matter if stone or bone, everything was crunched. Then it notices the skeleton and a group of fish that hid themselves near him. Our Protagonist could only think that of course it notices his pet. The Kraken was clearly enjoying the thought of eating auch a feast. It opened it''s gigantic mouth, enough force was used it, so that it created a small whirpool. Every fish that was close by was pulled inside it''s mouth, no matter how hard they tried to flee. Then everything turns dark. Good that he can see in the dark... Or maybe not. thought our protagonist, because.. he doesnt wanted to see how it is to be digested live. It feels like he and companians in misery are falling an endless tunnel. Covered in pink vulnerable flesh.
Our rat finally stopped falling. The fishes that were eaten are long death and His legs are covered in stomach acid. He let out a silent sigh. He asked himself what he has done to deserve such fate. The flesh of most of those fish was long gone, dissolved by acid. He asked himself if he could escape. To climb out wasn''t possible, if he tried to swim through the acid, his pet would just dissolve(also it wasn''t something he wanted to do). He looked at the pink vulnerable flesh and let out a little sigh...
The Kraken swam through the lake. It was like a like a magnificent King, that blessed everything with it''s majestic aura. Like a king it swam, every cell of it''s body practically radiated it''s gigantic pride. Everything feared him, it was a feeling it liked. It liked to know that it was above everything else. It liked the place that was well deserved his. It thought about the fish it recently ate. It didn''t know why, but something compelled it to fill it''s hunger on this pile of bones that was with the fish. It usually liked more of the prey that would saturate with their stuffed bodies. It felt strangely satisfied by this perticular skeleton. It swam through it''s territory. Not caring about anything. It had no need to care about anything. He was the king. Everything was below him. No being was stupid enough to bother him. Every being that would bother him was long gone. Only he remained. Every other that could scratch his scales or hurt it''s flesh was no more. Only he remained. His goal of complete domination of this lake was achieved a long time ago. Only pain remained. A sudden stomach pain aussaulted his body.
It wasn''t something he wanted to do, but something that had to be done. The undead visibly cringed, but pinched his teeth together. His pet began twitching and shaking, growling and rumbling, crackling and rattling. Black foam streamed out of the jaw of his pet. It was biting with it''s full strenght. The acid seemingly overpowering the resistence of the beasts mucous. It ate itself out itself of the stomach. The flesh and the blood was dissolved by the strong acid. It digged itself though meters and meters of muscle. The skeleton was covered in blood and dissolved muscle. After a long time, too long, the rat came out..
It looked at the being that hurt him. A being so small managed to hurt him. A being that bothered him. A being that harmed it''s flesh. A being that scratched it''s scales. He saw it fleeing. He wanted to chase it, but the small fish came. Fools attracted to it''s blood and ink, thinking they would be able to thrust the king from it''s throne and take it from him for themselves. He didn''t like to deal with vermin like them. A last look at the piles of bones. It hoped this wasn''t the last time it would see it. He would take revenge for the spilled blood. Only a smile remained. Chapter 4 – Forest of Isolde part 1

Chapter 4 - Forest of Isolde

Soon the sun would rise and give birth to another date. Bring new possibilties and chances of greatness. Blessing us all with warm light. Our protagonist get''s up on his feet. The soldiers are still sleeping, only Sinbad remained on guard near the fire. His body is clearly tired. It served as evidence of the harsh conditions that rule this forrest. Tiredness marked his Body. His focus seemed at the limit and every minute could he fall asleep. However caution forced him to stay awake, as every moment of carelessness could be their last one. It was a hard night for those soldiers. The soldiers could''t calm down during the night in this cursed forest. The forest was scaring them and robbing them of their sleep. The forrest seemed to just wait for them to fall asleep, to think they are safe, to put their swords aside and sleep. Then to just devour them at a moment of negligence. Ultimately, never to be seen again. Our protagnist took a seat near him. The campfire igneted somekind of instinctual fear somewhat scared him. He didn''t know where this strange phobia came from, in his former life he enjoyed the warmth of fire and was entertained by the way it moved with dignity, it was like a graceful dance for him. Dark woods were still surrounding their camp. Soon the sun would rise up and illuminate the forest. They sat there, enjoying the sound of burning wood and the wind rustling to the leaves from nearby trees. After a while Sinbad broke the silence between them and opened up a conversation: ''''You should consider yourself lucky, not many survive this deep inside this strange forest. The Monsters here are strange. Without example, brutal and cruel. This forest may fool you with it''s beauty, but here is a place where many brave men lost their brave blood. I''m not going to question you here on how you came here or wich way you want to go, but I advise you to come with us to a nearby town. If you go alone you will most likely. No scrap that, you will definitly die. We will avoid any of those strange Monsters. You surely met some of those strange beasts that roam this forest, so I surely won''t have to explain to you, why we want to avoid any of those. Remember, Nobody is going to try to help you, if you decide to play hero. Now make yourself ready. If you take to long we may leave you.'''' Rough and stoic was his voice. Even tough he wasn''t young anymore, anybody who would only hear his voice, would think that he would be older than he looks like. It was the the voice of an experienced man that does not want to deal with banalities. Our Protagonist understanding that this conversation was over, answered him with a silent nod and they both returned to silence. A few minutes later Sinbad''s troop woke up from their unsteady and unsatisfying slumber. Our protagonist helped them to clean up their camp. After that Sinbad called everybody over to plan their way back. Over a big treestump was a map rolled over. Even though he was what seems to be in an medievil timeline, the depictions of this map was of remarkable quality. The various letter and symbols were easily recognizable on the rough surface of this paper. The Alphabet in this world seemed remarkably similar to the World our Protagonist came from (with some, but little variation). So was the the letter ''''S'''' for example more akin to the number ''''5'''' or the the number ''''3'''' looked more like a ''''E''''. Their location was marked by a red button. There were three possible way to get to the destination. The first route is through the south, near a lake called ''''grave of Eurydike''''. The lake was represented by a big dirty blue blob with the drawings of small waves. Over It were small ?'''' with 5 skull and bones ?''''. He guessed that this means it was largely unknown what lies inside this lake (for the residents of this world, because he has already seen what was inside this lake through the eyeholes of his companian) . In the east were the ''''fields of Inferno''''. Seemingly endless blackness stretched across a large eastern portion of the map, while the map depicted several small flames over the entire field. Altough it seems this field is constantly on fire, there small pictures of small red humanoids with horns. There also was also a symbol what looked like a yellow colored egg, the undead thought what that this could mean and the only association that made sense was sulfur. It was likely this whole field was populated by heat-resistand humanoids and that the Sulfur was responsible for the fire that was depicted by the map.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. With their current equipment it would be impossible to traverse the fields. Through the west was the ''''forrest of Isolde''''. It was the sortest of the three ways while also with the most meager amount of information. The were just a lot of depictions of trees while depicting also several ''''? were 4 and a half skull and bones. After a few seconds Sinbad rumbles his throat and begins to speak in his loud and rough voice ''''We will take the route through the forrest of Isolde. We don''t know what kind of abominations we will meet there. Remember you don''t have to act careless. You are all brave soldiers of brave blood, sons of nobles. We will all come back home alive, don''t waste your lives in this god forsaken place!'''' Like a machine doing it''s daily routine, everyone of them got on their knees, folded their hands and started praying, hoping a god would take pity on them and protecting them from evil. They ignored the faulty imitation of our protagonist, they were too busy or too polite to say something.
After an hour there were at their destination. The sky was covered in an never ending sea of dark clouds, wich seemingly didn''t care that it was still morning. Every light that tried to break through them was devoured without a trace left, leaving a stench of hopelesness in the atmosphere that one could suffocate from. They were waiting, silently obeserving The 5 men like they were watching a play and forewarned them of danger like prophets of doom. Birds were singing dark songs of scorn at the fools, who even dared setting a foot inside this forest. Like a audience of an comedy club they laughed endlessly, seemingly taking a piss at the soon to be dead and their future meals. It was dark and gloomy. the darkness scared them and brought fear inside their heart. They feared they would never see those again wich makes the fight worth fighting for. Obviously this sinister aura wasn''t natural at all. No amount of clouds would create such darkness, wich disturbed the 4 natives. Some of them throwing concernd glances at our protagonist seemingly fearless demeanor. They couldn''t know that while this forest resembled the darkest of nights for them, seemingly send from the devil himself to snatch them away, it for our protagonist just slightly darker was. After a moment to gather courage they began to enter the forest. For the first few steps the world seemed to stop every sound it made, seemingly in awe at the lion-hearted or rather insane decision to really enter this forest. This didn''t stop their legs though. Their march resumed, ignoring the deafening silence. After a while the birds started singing again. Their chanting seemed to ridicule them behind their backs. With every step taken it seemed louder and louder, never stopping. The demon came nearer and nearer like a tiger wich sneaked upon it''s prey. The chanting of the birds seemed to come nearer and nearer like death itself, until every one could hear a feminin voice, whispering, cruel like a abused harp and that was put out of tune, inside their right ear. ''''Will you save him?'''' The voice of an unfeminin female filles their ear. somehow Lovely, affectoniate like it was, it spoke in a gentle manner, as if to caress their very ears. After the voice ended though the voice just left an hopeless impression, like a tragic hero without any possibility of meeting his love. The 5 men turn around with cold sweat pouring down their backs, just to find an ... empty forest. Relieve filled their faces, just to find an empty forest. In this world, It was often times better to find nothing than something in places like this. Not even our undead protagonist was spared from this ungodly fear Their march continued, everyone was on edge and their mind were stressed from the constant stimulus. It was after a while, the voice came back. Every second it came nearer. '''' She will not come'''' A cruel and lying voice entered their ears, spreading lies and doubt in their heart. Filling their very hearts with fear. ''''Stop it !Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!Stop it !Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!Stop it !Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!Stop it !Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!Stop it !Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it !Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! StOp It! sToP iT! StOp It! Suddenly one of Sinbads soldiers with the name of Tristan started screaming and rambling these two simple words. He just stood there mumbling these two words over and over, his words had the sound of a tortured soul on them, while his eyes, who had a sense of insanity inside them, stared into the nothingness of the forrest. The rest of them looked at their companian with an shooked expression. They feared he had gone mad or worse. Sinbad immediatly regained his focus and started to grip his subordinate by the shoulders and tried to call him down. Tristan was like a feral bull, it seemed impossible to calm him down Seeing that it didn''t help, Sinbad took a big breath and knooked him out cold with an big punch. The soldier lost conciousness and sacked into Sinbad arms. Two other of Sinbad soldiers immediatly reacted and took on shoulder each.