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.

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 9

Yes, I've finally updated the only story I'm writing here, which is now having 9 full chapters!
This one took some time to write, maybe because it was a bit boring, even for me. So, don't expect a full-of-action chapter (this might even be the worst of the entire story...).
So, you may cry, yell and scream: I'm back with another chapter, and I promisse you won't have much more (got it?)!


Chapter 9:
Broken


Eyodar stumbled on something and almost felt to the ground. He kicked it. Dawm stupid skeleton! He was walking in that stupid tower for a very long time and, since he got in the dangerous zone, after fighting with Ikkam, the guardian, he had already found a lot of human corpses, most of them reduced to bones.
The first skeleton he saw, after what it looked like an hour walking in that floor, was a big surprise. Eyodar was in pure horror watching a corpse in the tower, which meant there were lethal weapons and traps arround there. The skeleton wore a basic armor, but it was very rusty and even destructed, in some parts. There was no sign of swords or other weapons the dead soldier could have carried.
But the corpses along the way turned to be a natural thing. That cursed tower had already taken too much lives. He had to stop it.
He continued his way, now a bit more dirty, because of the dust of the skeleton. Then, something caught his eye: an enourmous room, with something strange in one of the walls... He aproached the room, and confirmed what he was thinking of: it was the hall of the stairs to the next floor.
So, finally found the fifth floor, he thought, smiling.
He had to be careful, though. The stairs had been the most tricky obstacles he found so far. Testing each step before moving the weight of his body to his front foot, he began to climb the stairs to ne next floor. The fifth.
There were three fake steps and a hidden spear ready to kill anybody who didn't see it. Not bad, but the last staircase had been much worse. This one didn't even have corpses!
Left or right? he thought, when he reached the next floor. Well... I've got to follow the right way!
He turned right and carefully got in the first room. It was a pretty small one, but had an access to a corridor, which would simplify his exploration task a lot.
In the end of the corridor, there was an enormous door, that Eyodar opened, just to see an empty bedroom. It was kind of strange: if that tower had rooms, they should have served for something, even if now they were just a labyrinth in an haunted tower. But Eyodar didn't remember other specific rooms like that one, where he could see obviously it had once been a place people used to sleep in that tower.
He decided to investigate that particular room.
The first thing Eyodar understood was that this particular room had something strange with it. Something... maybe magic, or maybe not. But it sure wasn't an ordinary room! His feelings of weirdness increased as he continued to explore every corner of that room. It wasn't something inside the room. It was the room itself.
He turned back, and suddenly got sick: he was now staring at Worroc, the ghost he was chasing.
For a moment, it looked like the entire world froze and Eyodar stared at Worroc for ages. But then, the ghost smiled and talked.
"So, guess you've gone this far", he said, sarcastic. Eyodar was still in shock. "What now? Are you going to defeat me or what?"
It was as if Eyodar woke up and saw his enemy for the first time. He looked carefully at the ghost, drew his dagger and prepared for the battle.
Let's see if this magic weapon is as good as that creepy grandma told me, he thought, before striking.
Worroc didn't move. Didn't even try to dodge the attack. It wasn't necessary: as the magical dagger touched him, it broke in a hundred pieces.
Eyodar felt a sudden chill and panicked. The dagger... was... broken!
Worroc laughed very loud and got out of the room. Eyodar was now completely static, with no idea of what to do next. The dagger helped him in nothing, and his enemy was moving out of sight.
How is this possible? How am I going to defeat him?

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 8

I'm back in action with the 8th chapter of the story The Haunted Tower. I'm really hating this title, because it makes the story look different from what it is: a high fantasy adventure. What kind of high fantasy story has a title like this one? Shame on me and my rush to reborn this old story...

Chapter 8:
Invitation

The giant guardian of the tower, Ikkam, was shaking it's legs, probably waiting for the best moment to attack Eyodar. After some minor traps in his way, now he would have to fight for his life.
If at least my life was the only one in danger, he thought, when he remembered Jeryah, his daughter, that was locked in that tower, with the ghost Worroc.
Eyodar drew his sword and held it with both hands to perform stronger attacks. When he did it, the spider begun its attack.
Its legs were fast and powerful, trying to hit Eyodar when he missed a strike. He was also fast moving his sword, and could cut Ikkam's major attacks. But a single mistake could end up with his life. Quickly, he was jumping from side to side, to avoid the attacking legs of the spider, while the sword was cutting in every direction to make sure the attacker wouldn't really hurt him.
But that wasn't a good strategy. After some moments, Ikkam's movements became umpredictable and Eyodar was hit a lot of times, becoming weaker. The spider had now learned his movements and could break trough his defenses easily.
Then, he remembered the dagger. The weapon that saved him from the bandits outside the tower was the only possible way to defeat this new enemy.
With a desperate move, he threw his sword to the spider's body, trying to damage it somehow. He failed. Then, he drew the magical dagger, dodged an attacking leg and...
It didn't work, again. A second leg appeared from nothing and hit him in the head. For the first time in that fight, he fell to the floor. There, there wasn't much he could do against the power of the guardian of the tower. He dodged some attacks before he knew he was lost. When Eyodar understood he was going to die, he decicided to cut the air just as he did against the bandits.
Time slowed down. The slash in the air made by the dagger's blade was visible to Eyodar's eyes, as he was cutting everything in front of him. But, despite the results it had against the bandits, it was making no effects in Ikkam.
Eyodar stared horrifyed at his enemy, as he realised his only way of getting alive from that combat had just failed. Ikkam's face showed what it seemed to be happy for that surprise. It stroke the last attack.

'- and that's the cost of not being part of the Empire' sayd Joldoth, and all the guards nodded as if they also meant to say that.
However, Ilekod didn't react to that. Since that moment, he stopped reacting to the other guard's chat. Did it really happen, or was it simply his terrible imagination tricking him once more? For a moment, it seemed like the tower's gates flashed and something strange happened. As if someone casted some sort of magic. As he was the only one of the group of guards that was directly facing the gates, he could understand no one saw the little flash, but that strange feeling of magic in the air...
'Ileks, are you with us?' asked someone, bringing Ilekod back to reality.
No.
'Yes, of course' he answered, automatically.
'Gosh, you're not here! If someone tryed to enter the tower right now, you wouldn't even see him!'
'Yes... I think you're right...'

The entire room blow up and huge pieces of rock felt to the ground. That space wasn't safe anymore and even a part of the ground felt with the weight of the spoils. Ironically, Ikkam moving to Eyodar to kill him, absorved the rock's weight and saved his life. As it was a very powerfull guardian, it didn't die, too, but was very close.
Eyodar oculdn't believe what's just happened. He lost that battle. He was going to die in front of his enemy. And suddently... Everything exploded and Ikkam felt immediatly near him, saving his life by accident. What did that meant?
The smoke was lowering. There was a shape in the wall which Ikkam had come from. As it was becoming more visible, Eyodar found that the entire wall had fallen, and the shape that stood there was a human one. But... he knew the thing that was in front of him was no human being.
Then, he realised what it was. The one he wanted to defeat, the one that was possibly harming Jeryah, his daughter, had just saved his life! But why?
Worroc spoke for the first time:
'I had hoped you were the one who could defeat Ikkam. It seems that you're not that strong. Or at least stronger that the others. But that doesn't matter right now. I've arranjed your way through the tower. Come through this wall and you'll have a chance to get what you're looking for. But I really doubt you can do it. Just be aware of the dangers, or else you won't be able to die fighting me, but perhaps a bit earlier than that.'
Then, he disappeared, just like Eyodar thought ghosts did.
What now? Should he trust his enemy and go through the wall? Or simply run away from that strange place to find another way up?
Then, a sound echoed in the tower: it was Jeryah screaming, as if she was in real danger.
Jeryah...

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 7

Sorry for the long wait, it's getting too difficult to write so many things in english... Whatever, there's the seventh chapter, full of mystery and some other stuff. It may sound a bit confusing, so just try to be pacient and read it carefuly ;)

Chapter 7:
Ikkam
It was dark. The tower had no windows, and the only light Eyodar could see was the fire of the tousands of candles arround the rooms. The tower seemed to be completely empty, but if what people at the street were saying was true, there were a lot of traps inside it. If all the rumors were true, there was even a "guardian", which could be a some kind of monster or another ghost.
However, those were just rumors and Eyodar had more important things to deal with than just wondering about monsters and ghosts walking arround that creepy tower. He continued his path trough the corritors, and soon found the first stairs to the next floor.
Hopefully, thought Eyodar, I won't have to climb to the very last floor of the tower...
When he started to walk upstairs, something happen: an enourmous lamp in the ceiling carrying hundreds of candles felt down and hit the stairs right in front of him. Eyodar hold his breath. If he hadn't hesitate in walking upstairs, he would probably be dead by now. How could that happen? The entire tower was in pure condition, and suddently a lamp near him felt as if it was dropped off by magic.
Magic...
Looking rebuked to his magical dagger, as if it was responsible for that event, he blamed magic for its strenght against non-magician people. He should be more careful from now on. He steped forward and tryed to pass through that huge amount of candles.
Those stairs were even bigger than what they seemed to be at the bottom floor. After a long and desperate moment trying to reach the end of the stairs, Eyodar noticed he wasn't already in the top of the tower. In fact, he hadn't climbed a fraction of the height of it! Furious about that place, he continued his research to find the next way to go upstairs.

After wat seemed to be an entire life walking arround that floor, something caught Eyodar's interest: there was a closed room. That was the first time he saw a room in that tower that had its door closed to the outside. He went there and tryed to open it. It wasn't locked. He got in.
This was the first room he saw with no light. All the candles that used to enlight the other rooms had no fire in this one. Eyodar realised that this room had something special to be so different. But what could it be?
He decided to walk through it, to see what was in the other side of the room. Perhaps the reason for those differences could be explained there.
She has eight eyes, thought Eyodar.
Wait... This is not right... How did I thought that? Who is she? How can I think in things I don't know? Something was wrong. Eyodar tryed to ignore that strange and sudden thought and continued his walking.
She is looking to me, he thought.
What? Those thoughts again! But who is she?! Am I losing my mind? Eyodar was now scared. However, there was something magic in that room that made him try to reach the other side and not give up. He continued, afraid of what could happen next.
Her name is Ikkam, he thouht, again.
Who's Ikkam? Why are those thoughts floating in my mind? What is happening with me?
Before Eyodar could think in those strange events, he realised he had finally reached the end of the room. Now, there was no light to show what was hidding there. However, somehow Eyodar knew it was the end of the room, and knew that there was something there. Something big...
Some dots apeared in the air. First, Eyodar thought it was an optical illusion, due to the darkness, but then he realised it was something reflecting the light of the candles far away. So, there was really something there!
The dots lighten up, and looked like eight floating red balls. Now, they had their own red light. As soon as the darkness dissapeared, Eyodar saw the outline of the thing in front of him. It looked like a huge spider, with three meters high. But... it was just impossible to be such a strange thing!
She is Ikkam, the big guardian. She is now going to kill me.

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 6

After a little peaceful time walking arround Ashlaam, Eyodar will finally get into the haunted tower, were Lord Worroc, the ghost, lives. Now, the real story will begin. I really hope you like it (I'm afraid this kind of style may not be your favorite).
And... please... comment! I won't be able to write a nice story if I have only one person telling me what have I done right or wrong (thank you, Fipa)! I really think posting a little comment isn't that difficult!

Chapter 6:
The Tower

The haunted tower was built in the center of Ashlaam. Getting there would be rather easy, but entering the tower itself would be much more complicated, due to the guards that were watching carefuly near the entrances.
Eyodar was walking arround the tower, trying to find a way to pass trought the guards. He was dressing the same clothes he used when he went to the dangerous part of the city, and so some parts of it were still drenched with the blood of the bandits he attacked. His sword had no blood by now, because he used a shirt of a bandit to clean it. The magical dagger, also used to attack the bandits, got strangely clean by itself, and the only thing red in it was its blade.
A group of guards was talkin near what it seemed to be the main entrance of the tower. Someone must have sayd a joke and everyone began to laught. They were so interesested int that chat that they weren't pratically paying attention to their mission. Eyodar understood that, and realised that if he wanted to get into the tower undercover, he had to pass throught the biggest group of guards!
Although it seemed an easy thing to do, passing through a huge group of guards was far more complicated than wat he was expecting. Sometimes, one of the guards looked with a smile on his face to other directions than his partners, and he had already seen Eyodar, although the guard didn't understand he was trying to get into the tower. However, if Eyodar could get near the entrance and would be seen there, he would be certainly caught.
Trying to look like an ordinary person walking on the streets of Ashlaam, Eyodar got closer and closer to the entrance. Then, he jumped over a little wall and got into the forbidden area of hte city. If he had luck, the guards wouldn't remember to look for intruders inside the area they were protecting. However, if one of them or even a citizen looked at Eyodar, he wouldn't stay alive much longer, even with the help of his new dagger.

Jeryah was locked in a strange room, with gothic decorations. Although she was in a haunted tower, where a ghost uses to kill foreighner children, the entire building was heavily decorated with precious itens.
She looked arround her. Other eighteen children were standing in the same room, trying to forget they could die at any moment. One of them used to study in the same school Jeryah studed. They were friends. His name was Goshen. However, now there was no study, no school, and no chances of getting with friends, because if He knew, both of them wouldn't stay alive next day.
In that strange ambiance lighted by the fire of the thousands of candles, she remebered that day:
Thronkster began suddently to burn, firstly just arround the northen part of the city, but after some moments the fire spread to the whole city. It was getting hard to breathe...
The house began to burn. There was dark smoke everywhere. It was even harder to breathe...
The three masked monks appeared form the window. The mask's expression scared her. They grabbed her and jumped out of the window. Outside, the smoke was even more dense, the houses were dropping burning pieces everywere and the masked monks were hurting her as they were running through the burning streets of Thronkster. She couldn't breathe!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise. A laught. Lord Worroc was there! She looked arround. The other children were all far away form her, letting her alone. Their face reveled fear. Panic. Suddently, she understood. Looking back, she saw a white light with a human shape. It was Him, looking at her and laughting loud.

Eyodar finally reached the gate. Fortunatelly, no one noticed he was there. But now, how could he open such a big gate without getting noticed? As an answer to that, the dagger's blade got warmer. Eyodar drew it when the blade was almost burning him. He looked to it and, just as if he knew how to open the gate with it for a long time, he put it in a drawing in the gate. It fitted perfectly. Then, in a second, everything changed and Eyodar got into the tower.
How... I didn't even open the gate!
But that didn't matter anymore. He was finally inside the haunted tower. There, he would have to find Lord Worroc, defeat him with the magical sword and save his daughter.
He steped forward. Now, there was no turning back.

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 5

There it is: the first chapter with some real action facing our hero. Now that a strange group of bandits want to fight Eyodar, he will have to show why is he different from the other warriors that fought in Ashlaam before and died trying to defeat Lord Worroc, the ghost.

Chapter 5:
Time runs out

Eyodar drew his sword just some seconds after the bandits. He already knew that in that part of the city his sword could be very useful. He looked again at the group. There were seven enemies, and he was just one. However, he was a master swordsman, and usually one simple enemy wasn't enough to defeat him. Four members of the group got closer, and Eyodar thought it was time to begin the battle.
The closest member of the group died before he could do any damage to Eyodar. Now, he was going in the direction of the second one, that blocked his first attack, trying to counterattack next. But his counterattack didn't work, and then Eyodar finally got a chance to break trough his defenses. At the second try, it worked and another dead body felt to the ground.
Before the surrounded warrior could make a move, the two other men fighting him came closer and attacked togheder. He bloked the attacks, but when he was going to hit someone, they attacked again. His bloks were getting weaker as the bandits were using their numbers to attack him. He couldn't use his sword unless it was to defend an enemy attack!
Now, he was fighting against four bandits, and the only thing he did was to scratch one of them. They were pushing him to a wall, and if he didn't do something immediatly, he could die!
One of the bandits finally made a mistake and Eyodar grabbed the chance to hit him in the arm. But that wasn't a deadly strike, and the group finally made him hit a wall. Now, there was no escape!
He blocked the first attack. Then, the second. In the third, his sword nearly flew away. In the fourth, it did. Without protection, he saw a blade coming to his face.
Then, in less than a second, Eyodar remembered he had a dagger with him, drew it and slashed the air with a large arm movement, hitting the floor and letting the dagger fly out of his hand with the impact.
After a moment waiting for the sword to kill him, Eyodar looked up and saw four dead bodies in front of him. All of them had a very deep cut that was bleeding very fast.
So this is the power of the dagger... This weapon is more dangerous than what I thought. I'd better use it carefuly...
The last bandit wasn't there. He probably ran out of the battle when he saw the power of the dagger. He could be a very dangerous killer, but he wasn't that stupid to fight a man with magical weapons.
The rest of the path to the Red Fish had no problems, and Eyodar got there soon. However, when he finally got into his bedroom, a strange feeling invaded him. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Then, he realized: it was Jeryah!
Lord Worroc has probably began to kill the children of Thronkster, and Jeryah was in great danger! Now, there was no time left to walk on the streets of Ashlaam. If he really wanted to rescue his daughter, he needed to do it right now, otherwise it would be too late...

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 4

I think the best part of the story has finished, already. That's because I've been planning those 3 chapters a lot before I've posted them, and now the rest of the story won't be as planed as those first chapters. Even though, I'll try to write the best I can. He it goes the 4th chapter, enjoy it:

Chapter 4:
The Ancient
The souldemons have already gone, but Eyodar's heart was still bumping very fast in his chest. When the leader looked at him after telling that there were survivors of the massacre in Thronkster, he thought that he had been unmasked. But then, the leader looked to someone else and continued his speech. It was just a false alarm.
That day was the last peaceful day in Ashlaam, at least for Eyodar. Since his sword wasn't a magic one, he would have to search the city for new weapons to defeat ghosts. He would also have to get informed of how to get in the tower and rescue his daughter, Jeryah.
After a lunch in the Broken Cup Bar, Eyodar decided to visit the darkest part of the city. As many other cities, Ashlaam also had a part were the murderers were those to impose their laws and were death was a common event.
There, he found a small tent were some strange weapons were being exposed. He got into the tent and searched for the seller, but it looked empty. When he was preparing to leave, a very old woman appeared near the exit of the tent.
'Hi there, my dear!' she sayd, smiling at him. 'You're finally here...'
Eyodar hesitated. Did that old woman really knew he would get in her tent? Then, he answered her:
'Yes, I think I'm really here... Are you the owner of this tent?'
'What do you think, Eyodar?' when she sayd that, the warrior understood that something was wrong. How could she know his name?
'How do you know who I am?' he asked, scared of the strange knowledge of the woman. 'And who are you?'
'Eyodar, you shouldn't bother about me now. You have to save your daughter from that terrible ghost in the tower.'
Eyodar was shocked. How could that woman know about his plans? How could it be possible? After a scary and silent moment, the old woman decided to talk again:
'Jeriah isn't dead yet. However, you shoud better hurry up: there are a lot of things much worse than death, and Lord Worroc knows them very well' she stopped, but as Eyodar was still silent, she decided to go on with her speech. 'As you know, your sword won't be able to hurt Lord Worroc. You'll need a magical weapon. Did you visit me to ask for one?'
Before answering, Eyodar thought she already knew the answer. A predictable smile on her face when he answered confirmed his theory.
'So' she sayd. 'I think you'll like this one. It's a very powerful dagger, made by a very important wizard in Scholken, a city near yours, Thronkster' then, she showed a little dagger, with a dark red blade. Eyodar grabbed it, and immediatly felt the magic that powerful object had. Then, he finnaly decided to ask the question that has been pumping his head since the old woman talked about his mission:
'Thanks, but... Why are you helping me?'
The smile in her face dissapeared.
'First of all, I think you should know who I am' she sayd, looking serious for the first time. 'I'm the Ancient, and my job is to revenge the death of my ancestors, that died in the arms of Lord Worroc. Since the day He killed them, my family has been helping the other vithims of His power and destruction , not only to avoid more deaths, but also to help anybody who can kill Him to do it.

«As you can see, no one has alredy killed Lord Worroc. When you'll enter His tower to save Jeriah, you'll probably see many dead people. Just don't worry about them: you'll only have to pass trough the obstacles of the tower and then hit Lord Worroc with that dagger. Any questions?'
Eyodar was very confused about what she sayd. So, she was the Ancient, and was helping him to save his daughter because she also wanted to kill the ghost. However, she didn't explain why didn't her family itself fight Lord Worroc, and how could she know so much about him. Unfortunately, she seemed to want him to leave in that moment.
'No. I'll just try to kill him and bring my daughter back!' he answered. The Ancient smiled again and Eyodar left the tent.
When he was getting back to the Red Fish, a group of people surrounded him. He understood that group was one of the groups that was attacking everybody in that part of the city. The leader of the group grabbed his sword, and then the others followed his movement. There was no place to run... He had to fight them...

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 3

I'm finally back, with another "The Haunted Tower" chapter. Eyodar is finally in Ashlaam, where he will try to rescue his daughter, Jeyah, from death (if he is actually in time). However, many dangers will face him before he can finally enter the tower where Worroc, a mysterious ghost considered a god by the souldemons, lives. But an unnespected visit of the souldemons will probably difficult even more his path...

Chapter 3:
The Souldemons

First, Eyodar didn't understand what were the souldemons. But then, he remembered the chat of the last day, and thought in running out of there. But it was too late. If someone saw him running, everybody would think something was going wrong with him, and then everything could be much worse.
After a while, everybody freed the street, and a new group of people appeared. All of them had dark red shirts, dark blue trousers and a long black cape. They were all walking in a very characteristic way, in a strange march, dancing with their dark and curve swords and singing a gothic song about death. But the most strange fact about them was the mask all of them were using. Eyodar couldn't see a face in that group of people: they all had a dark gothic mask that made them look like they were extremelly furious. Eyodar realised that group was the soldemons.
After some moments walking, the souldemons stopped and waited for the crowd to surround them. Then, one of them, probably the leader of the group, prepared to talk.
When he did so, he surprised Eyodar by using a normal voice. Perhaps, thought Eyodar, his mask was so scary that he was expecting to hear a demon's voice.
'People of Ashlaam, our lord, Worroc, has finally our offer: 20 children of Thronkster are at the moment fainted in the big tower where our lord lives. After a week, as it usualy is, He is finally going to kill them!
'Now, Lord Worroc may be able to get fresh blood without attacking our city. That's because He has pity of his people!'
'Yes, just try to remember what happened to us 30 years ago...' wispered a man near Eyodar. The leader of the souldemons didn't her him and continued to talk:
'However, there is no mercy to the population of the other citys. As you shoud know, Lord Worroc was, a long time ago, a living person like us. He travelled throught the world and met various places. Unfortunately, the people of the various cities He visited didn't want to welcome Him. He was a traveller with no home.
'But then, he visited Ashlaam. Our city had let him live with us a peaceful live. He had finally a home.'
'Why do we always have to listen to that?' asked, wispering, another man near Eyodar, to no one in particular. The leader of the souldemons was still talking:
'He was bewitched by other citys, and when He died His soul didn't find the peace to rest. As everybody in Ashlaam knows, His soul is now living in the big tower near our city. He needs blood to mantain it alive, beacuse if His soul dies, it will be worse that death to our lord' sayd the leader of the Souldemons, that was constantly facing the crowd, face by face.
'Now, we kill the population of the cities that bewitched Lord Worroc and bring children to kill them and offer their blood to Him. The rest of the attacked population must die. However, our task with Thronkster isn't finished yet. There's actually a survivor of the massacre between us' and then, looked to Eyodar.

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 2

First of all, I'd like to explain that this story isn't like the others in this blog: it's much shorter, and I'm not thinking in writting more than 15 chapters (more or less) about it. So, please don't expect a very deep story or a soap opera with no end! However, I promisse I'll try to write the best way possible (does this expression really exists in english?) to give you a cool (hopefuly) story. Here it is another chapter. Don't forget to comment it.

Chapter 2:
Memories
It was a peaceful shiny day. Eyothar was riding his horse, Spindush, in Thronkster's main square. Everybody was walking happily through the streets. After a moment of searching in the crowd, he finally saw what he was looking for: Inahda. His wife. He smiled, and she returned the smile, showing her splendid beauty. That day, she was dressing a summer white dress, that fitted her perfectly.
Eyothar ordered Spindush to move into the direction of Inahda. Both were still smiling. But then, there was a noise. A group of people started to fight, and immediatly an urban fight hit the entire square.
Eyodar stopped smiling. Inahda was still looking at him, ignoring the people fighting arround her. But Eyodar had a bad feeling about that. Spindush trotted faster, but then Inahda's face stopped smiling. She was showing pure terror. Eyodar was in shock. Blood came out of his wife. People started to shout. Inahda sheded more and more blood, and then felt to the floor.
Then, the time stopped. Eyodar's heart was bumping very fast. The crowd in the square was in a great fight and lots of people were dead. Such as Inahda. His wife. That just couldn't be happening! I couldn't be true! Now, he couldn't see her, because of the other people that were fighting arround her.
She couldn't be dead... She couldn't! No!
'Inahda!' screamed Eyothar, almost crying.
Then, he realised he was in his little bedroom in the Red Fish, the hotel he decided to go to pass the night in Ashlaam. He was completely covered with his own perspiration. That nightmare... again... Eyodar felt he was the saddest man in the world when he remembered the death of Inahda. All the blood coming out from her... Her face showing the terror of death... It was difficult enough to pass through it just forgetting, but those nightmares made it much worse. And now, it wasn't only Inahda's death to haunt him. It was also Jeryah's kidnapt.
Someone opened the door, surprising Eyodar. It was the owner of the hotel.
'Man, what's your problem?' he asked.
'N-nothing...' answered Eyodar, a few seconds later. It wasn't nothing, but now he didn't want to tell his story to the old man in front of him.
'So just stop shouting in the morning for people! This isn't good for my clients!' he said.
'S-sorry'
The man leaved the bedroom, and Eyodar decided to do the same, so he could explore the city and try to find out how he could save his daughter... if she was still alive!
When Eyodar was leaving the hotel, peole started to yell. Men were grabbing their swords and woman were trying to avoid the place with their children. Someone shouted:
'The souldemons are here!'

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 1

Jeriah, Eyodar's daughter, have been kidnaped when the entire city was on fire. But why was the city burning and who have kidnaped Jeriah? Welcome to The Haunted Tower, a story of terror, where Eyodar, the main character, will have to face a lot of dangers in a very strange tower to save his daughter's life.

Chapter 1:

Chosen to die

Eyodar was watching the ocean as the wind was wispering near his hear. Although the peace of that ship, Eyothar's feelings were constantly hitting his head, as he remembered what happened that night: first, all the city burning. Then, Jeriah missing. He jumped through the broken window and began to run, but didn't find the one that got her. A drunk man of the ship's crew started to sing and distracted Eyothar, making him forget for some moments those terrible memories.
But then, they returned: the people running and crying in the streets, the houses burning and falling to the middle of his path, the feeling that he would never see Jeriah again... First, he lost his wife. Now, he lost his daughter. Without a warning, a tear apeared in his face and felt to the ocean. Eyodar felt sick and went to his little room in the ship. He tryed to sleep, but the memories of that night were still invadig him. A big piece of burning wood felt from the sky... There was no time to think... There was no time to evade it...
Eyothar woke up when the captain of the ship entered the room to tell him that it has finnaly stopped in the Ashlaam's harbour. He didn't remember when did he felt asleep, but decided to jump out of the bed so he could get out of that horrible ship as soon as possible.
He decided to go to Ashlaam beacuse when he woke up after his faint in the buring city, a group of people that were taking care of him told him that the attack was made by a group of people that wanted to give an offer to their master: a mysterious ghost that lived in the Haunted Tower, an acient tower in Ashlaam. The offer was a group of 20 foreign children, and there was a big chance that Jeriah could be a part of that group.
He finnaly left the ship and started to walk in this new city. After a while, he decided to get some rest and entered the first good hotel he saw. Before going to his room, he decided to eat something, so he went to the hotel's bar. There, he heard a conversation:
'The Souldemons attacked another city, again.'
'Yes, I've already heard of that: they left the burning city with 20 children to offer to lord Worroc. Most part of it's population died, and the other will never see their children again! Poor guys!'
Eyodar's heart bumped faster, as he realised that what he heard could easily be true. His daughter was in a mysterious tower and was going to die so the ghost Worroc could have his offer.

The Haunted Tower - Introduction

Here it is: my first real story: The Haunted Tower!
This is one of my "bestsellers": I've wrote when I was 12 (I used to write a lot at that age), and re-wrote it 2 years later, for a school homework (when I was reading my old stories, I found it and kind of liked it's style, deciding to "remake" it). When I wrote it again, I've upgraded some details, so the writing wouldn't be so childlike and the story could be longer than a simple A4 page.
Finnaly, when I was thinking in one of my best stories to post here, I remembered it (because it's not the first time I will re-write it).
Because another couple of years have gone since the last "remake", I won't simply pass it to english, but also reformulate a lot of details, write a bigger story, change the existing characters, add some others to the action and try to create a more convicing world and general athmosphere.
I've already noticed that my best friend in those "writing to The Fifteen Journey hours" is going to be my little portuguese-english dictionary, as I had to use it sometimes in this small introduction (imagine how will it be when I'll be writting the story itself). Although this "little" help, I'm sure I'll keep doing a lot of mistakes, even because this text editor doesn't detect grammar errors, so you may have some fun while reading my lines. Enjoy as long as you can (the idea is to clear all our errors).
Because I wrote a big introduction, I think is better to write the first chapter later... Now, I'll only write the first paragraph, to make some curiosity in the air (yes, I'm evil)!

Eyodar woke up and suddently understood what was happening: the entire city was on fire! As fast as he could, he dressed up and left his bedroom with his sword, Aeridya. The first thing he thought was in going to his daughter's bedroom: Jeriah could be in danger! He screamed, as he forced the door to open. But when he got inside the room, she wasn't there. A terrible feeling invaded Eyodar's heart when he saw the window's glass arround the floor: someone kidnaped Jeriah!