The Haunted Tower - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10:
The night of all Spirits


'Come back here, you freaking scum!' shouted Eyodar, burnt in his own anger, chasing the ghost as fast as he could. However, Lord Worroc had already gained a lot of time, when Eyodar was facing all the pieces of his broken dagger.
He turned left, where he thought he saw the ghost going, and speeded up even more. Yes, he could see now the end of the ghost's trail at the end of the corridor... He kept on running, with his sword in one hand and the other one empty, due to the destruction of the magical weapon.
'The magical weapon that will destroy Lord Worroc once for all', said the Ancient, the old woman that gave the magical dagger to Eyodar.
That bastard!, he thought. That dawn toy would make HIM destroy me!
His anger grew even more. He yelled. He screamed very rude words. He dropped down to the floor.
'No', he screamed. 'No way!' He couldn't hide his frustration. The one who had ordered the kidnap of his daughter, the one who would murder her for pleasure, his great enemy, had just ran away, and Eyodar lost his last chance to fight him.
Then, the silence. Comprehension. After all, he wasn't "the One". It wouldn't be him who would stop all the deaths around the haunted tower and its habitant, the ghost Lord Worroc. He was just one more condemned soldier who came to that tower in search of justice, but found nothing but an enemy with no flaws. The dagger from the Ancient didn't even last a second in battle!
During this moment of reflection, a song came to Eyodar's head. First, he didn't remember where did it come from, but then, everything became clear and he remembered the whole song. It was called 'The night of all Spirits', and told a sad story of a man that have seen his family die, and appear later as spirits, to take him to their world.
The world of the dead people.

That night when you've gone away
The night of all spirits
Will be repeated today

The music in his mind was even clearer now. For a moment, Eyodar forget where he was, forget what he was doing, and forget what made him feel like that.
The murder.
And sang the song.
His memories... The night of the murder... And the return, as spirits. He sang the whole music, until he reached the end:

Now that you've came back
Take me with you
To the dead world.

The rithm of the song was still playing in his head. He got up. He have also seen his family get killed by murderers. First, his wife, Inahda. Now, his daughter, Jeryah. He was now dead inside, waiting for them to come back as spirits and take him with them to another world, where he could rest in peace at once.
A light appeared in his back.
Eyodar looked to the light, hopping to find his wife and daughter, but the one in front of him was the ghost Worroc, again.
'You freaking murderer!' he shouted, blinded in anger, grabbing his sword. That WOULD destroy that ghost, he was sure of it.
'Who, me?' asked the ghost, ironically. 'How would I kill... a dead person?'
She's dead...
Eyodar shouted again, and ran towards his enemy, sure that his anger would be enough to finish off the assassin with this sword. Worroc turned back, and ran to a near corridor.
The chase continued. But now, Eyodar felt his strengths were failing. He hadn't rest for a very long time.
After some moments, the ghost jumped to a new staircase, which led to a single room.
That room...
Eyodar ran upstairs, trying to hit the ghost with his sword, but always missing. And, at a sudden, without warning, he felt into a fake step. With all the anger that blinded him and the need to catch Worroc, the warrior forget to dodge the tower's traps, and felt his body fall down.
Everything was moving slow, now. The ghost, far away, laughing at him. The sword, falling to the dark abysm beneath him. Hands, with nothing to grab, trying to desperately to avoid the fall. With no success.
He felt into the darkness, to hit the floor some seconds later.
Eyodar was now having troubles to breath: he must have damaged something, and couldn't move, as well. A great pain was filling all his senses, letting his energy slowly abandon him. He looked away. There were two other corpses in that small room beneath the staircase. One of them had no flesh left and was completely covered with dust. Both of them had enormous spikes all over the damaged body. He tried to look to his won body, and saw three huge spikes coming out of it, covered in blood. So that was the thing that was killing him right now...
I failed. I'm so sorry...
Eyodar died some moments later. The last thing he heard was a sarcastic laugh of someone above him.