He
regretted staying on horseback for so long. Even though it was just a few
meters off the ground, he was scared of falling to his demise. He got a grip of
himself and stopped looking down. Instead, he advanced slowly, clutching
tightly to anything he could find on the wall.
The
distance was a mere few steps, but once he reached the relative safety of the
roof, he was shuddering and breathing heavily. He cursed his laughable agility,
then explored the area for a suitable descent.
He
found one – a neighbouring house on the other side of the roof had a balcony
halfway to the ground. It was a few meters away, though. He sighed and backed
off the to the top part of the roof. He bumped into something.
He
was not supposed to bump into anything.
He
turned around. Before him, a creature clad in thick, brown cloth frayed at the
lower ends hovered a few inches off the ground. Skeletal arms hung loose by the
body’s sides. The face...
He’s
seen a similar one before. It was just a skull, stuck with the endless grin of
death, like the ones on the road. But the eyes weren’t just empty sockets.
Small tongues of flame danced within them.
For
a moment, they remained still, him standing on the uneven roof, it hovering
next to him.
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