Chapter 6
Writer Daniel Harris
Edited by Sonik Fox
“Hiya
Silver. Feel’n okay?” Asked Deacon with a concerned look his slender, young
weasel face.
“Oh,
I guess.” I replied trying to act tough.
“You
sure seem to be getting in a lot of trouble Silver. I don’t mean to say that
rudely, but….”
“That’s
all right. Silver, huh? That is a good nickname for me, I guess.” I said
smiling curiously.
“Yeah.
Silvercast is a long name, so I just felt a need to shorten it.”
“Do
you think I could call you Dee then? It’s shorter.” I said
sarcastically.
“Oh,
come on! Deacon isn’t that hard to say!” Replied Deacon in a loud tone with a
sly smirk on his face.
After
yelling that, a male wolf priest wearing glasses walked in and looked at Deacon
sighing.
“Deacon,
are you scolding are guest?” Said the priest in a teasing, sly manner.
“I’m
sorry Father,” Deacon apologized. “I was just playing around with Silvercast.”
“And
that is perfectly all right, but I am sure he can hear you fine, no need to
yell. Especially in a place like this.” Said the priest.
“Don’t
worry about that sir, no harm done.” I said in a way to get Deacon out of
trouble.
“Well
since all is forgiven, you ought to get back to class Deacon. I’ll be in
shortly.” Instructed the priest.
“Yes
sir,” said Deacon. “Goodbye Silver.”
Deacon
then ran off to a nearby room. The wolf then turned to me and extended his
right arm as to greet me.
“Hello
there,” He said. “I am Father Vincent Grey.”
“I’m
Silvercast, Silver for short.” I said extending my hand and accepting his.
We
shook and he helped me get up off the cot. The days since I had first ‘awaken’
I have seemed to have many of these fainting spells. Vincent then opened
another door and motioned me to follow.
He
led me into the sanctuary. It was a wide room made from stone, lit with many
candles by pews, two at each side. At the front of the sanctuary was an ancient
wooden podium with a shredded book lying on it. An organist practiced a
lumbering, yet mystical melody on the off-key pipes.
“You
seem to know Deacon well, he sure is interested in you.” Vincent commented.
“Yes,
he saved my life from an angry mob.” I answered.
“Deacon
is a wonderful boy. He is a brilliant student, always smiles, caring,
energetic, and very talkative. He would talk to anyone he sees.” Said Vincent proudly.
“Is
he your son?” I asked, just trying to make conversation as I felt it slipping.
“No,”
Vincent responded. “It was a cold night. It had just begun to snow and I found
him on the church doorstep at the age of three. So I took him in. He has lived
in my mission for three years.”
Hearing
this made me think of Walther, Mervin’s son. Then that made me wonder where
Mervin was. I asked Vincent and he told me that he was waiting outside. I
immediately ran to the front door of the church. When I opened the door, I once
again found the sun burning my pupils again. However, I could see Mervin just
fine.
“Silvercast!”
Mervin yelled rejoicing. ”I was worried.”
Then,
suddenly, Mervin hugged me tight with reassurance. I thought my lungs were
going to pop soon if he didn’t loosen his grasp.
“I’m…glad
to…see …you to….but …I can’t breathe.” I said playfully.
“Oh,
sorry…” replied Mervin.
He
let go and it felt as if a load of bricks had fallen off my chest. I bent my
knees trying to catch my breath. I looked up and smiled at Mervin.
“I
really like your hellos, but I don’t know if I could survive another one.” I
said jokingly.
“Yeah
I’ll be a little more careful next time.” Replied Mervin.
Suddenly,
something caught Mervin’s eye. He turned his head to the left and he lowered
his jaw in horror. I stood up and looked and I too was taken by surprise.
I
saw a disgusting creature covered in black string-shaped slime. The only
noticeable under the slime was its red eyes. No mouth, lips, nose, nor ears
could be seen. This beast stood on a hill balanced on its six, spider like
legs, looking straight at us.
Out
of nowhere a heard a gurgling, deep voice says: “Pathetic creatures. All will
feel my pain, my fear, hatred, and hideousness.”
It
had to have been the beast talking. Then, this ‘being’ started to slowly walk
in our direction. It began to pick up speed after 8 seconds had passed.
“It
is one of the creators!” Mervin shouted in panic.
“Its
demonic!” I said in horror.
“We
must run! Go! Warn the villagers! I will help Father Vincent get the children
to safety.” Mervin informed.
We
then departed. I ran into the village and shouted at the top of my lungs.
People scattered. Screaming in fear. Trampling on anyone that got in his or her
way. Fortunately, everyone went to safety. Except for me. I ran back to the
church to check on Mervin and the others. I couldn’t leave Mervin, especially
Mervin.
I
saw the creator advance towards the church. I began to yell insanely, “Mervin!
It’s coming!” Instead I got the creators attention. He looked at me for a
second and then lunged at me. I turned toward the fields and ran, away from the
town. Wearing those overalls hindered my running ability greatly. The creator
reached at me with one of his legs, which instantly doubled as a hand. He
grabbed my right arm; it felt as if my arm fur was beginning to melt. I moaned
in pain, powerless against this monster.
I
didn’t know what to do. I was going to die. At least everyone else was safe. I
could die with that satisfaction. The monster then stopped dead in his tracks.
He began to growl. His red, glowing eyes looked at me. This was it. Death.