Cureth - Lies with Death

	Death
	Something was wrong. The desert sounds at night were naturally, almost nonexistent. Tonight however, the silence was even more pervasive. Still worrying on the silence, Marek blew out the lantern and made his way to his daughter�s side. Cureth watched him with one eye open as he carefully skirted her head. She always slept near the tent flap, so she could rise early and walk into the cool dawn air without waking anyone. Despite repeated scoldings and occasional attempts at stopping her, she also enjoyed getting up in the middle of the night. She would walk outside and around the perimeter of the encampment, listening to the silence and feeling the chill of the night. Her mother and father said it was dangerous and there were monsters out there, but she knew those were just bogey-man stories they told her so that she wouldn�t get lost. Marek crouched down to kiss his eight-year old on the forehead before sliding over to Letheriam. An hour later, Cureth had just returned to her blankets from one of her nightly adventures. She felt ill. Her head was throbbing lightly and her stomach seemed to have shrunk in on itself. She laid still trying to will the feeling away and force herself to sleep when her father�s gentle voice whispered across the canvas. "Go to sleep Cureth. I can see you moving about over there." She tried to tell him that she wasn�t feeling good; that she hadn�t been moving. Her voice stuck in her throat as a sickly green flash illuminated the small tent. A roiling mass of greenish mist was condensing on her father as he struggled to stand. From the glow of the mist, she could see his flesh quickly decaying and dripping to the ground. Cureth heard screams rise from all corners of their camp as if they were miles distant, her eyes staring helplessly into her father's. With a shriek, Letheriam was on her feet and advancing boldly toward Cureth, her eyes fixed at some point above where her daughter lay. A cold tingle on her back drew Cureth�s attention away from her mother and she tried to turn her head to look where her mother was staring. Finding herself unable to move, she focused back on her mother in time to see her collapse, her beautiful features contorted in agony. Eyes brimming with tears and consciousness quickly fading from her, Cureth saw the lich as it stepped over her dying body and walked towards the twitching form of her mother.

Death

Something was wrong. The desert sounds at night were naturally, almost nonexistent. Tonight however, the silence was even more pervasive. Still worrying on the silence, Marek blew out the lantern and made his way to his daughter�s side. Cureth watched him with one eye open as he carefully skirted her head. She always slept near the tent flap, so she could rise early and walk into the cool dawn air without waking anyone. Despite repeated scoldings and occasional attempts at stopping her, she also enjoyed getting up in the middle of the night. She would walk outside and around the perimeter of the encampment, listening to the silence and feeling the chill of the night. Her mother and father said it was dangerous and there were monsters out there, but she knew those were just bogey-man stories they told her so that she wouldn�t get lost. Marek crouched down to kiss his eight-year old on the forehead before sliding over to Letheriam.

An hour later, Cureth had just returned to her blankets from one of her nightly adventures. She felt ill. Her head was throbbing lightly and her stomach seemed to have shrunk in on itself. She laid still trying to will the feeling away and force herself to sleep when her father�s gentle voice whispered across the canvas. "Go to sleep Cureth. I can see you moving about over there." She tried to tell him that she wasn�t feeling good; that she hadn�t been moving. Her voice stuck in her throat as a sickly green flash illuminated the small tent. A roiling mass of greenish mist was condensing on her father as he struggled to stand. From the glow of the mist, she could see his flesh quickly decaying and dripping to the ground. Cureth heard screams rise from all corners of their camp as if they were miles distant, her eyes staring helplessly into her father's. With a shriek, Letheriam was on her feet and advancing boldly toward Cureth, her eyes fixed at some point above where her daughter lay. A cold tingle on her back drew Cureth�s attention away from her mother and she tried to turn her head to look where her mother was staring. Finding herself unable to move, she focused back on her mother in time to see her collapse, her beautiful features contorted in agony.

Eyes brimming with tears and consciousness quickly fading from her, Cureth saw the lich as it stepped over her dying body and walked towards the twitching form of her mother.

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