Curse of the Necromancer

          “Kauey held a hand out to the Tyler she once knew….”

          “But what happens next?” Kyle asked as his grandmother paused from speaking.

          “Please, Kyle, your grandmother cannot speak for too long,” his father scolded. “Mother, is there anything you would like, food or drink?”

          “Please, I can keep going. Is it a crime to breathe for a few moments after continuous story telling?”

          All the younger children that had gathered round in the beginning had now scattered about and were playing with their toys in the room over.

          The house smelt of merry celebration and good food. The harvest had gone very well, better than the small village had seen in the longest time. The five families got together and were having a feast. It was after the food was cleared and everyone’s stomachs were filled, that Kyle’s grandmother started her storytelling.

          Kyle’s attention was now hooked and he wanted to know more of what was to happen, more of the tale of Sam and Kauey.

          “Kyle, please, be a good child and get your grandmother a small spoon of water. My throat hasn’t felt this dry in the longest time,” she said with a smile, a smile that was rare in its occurrence but a gem when it was seen. Kyle hustled to fulfill her order.

          He came scurrying into the kitchen. His mother grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him around to face his aunt. He gave her an annoyed look.

          “Now, Kyle, you don’t just run through here and not say hello to your Aunt Heather and your mother. What’s so important that you’re in such a rush you didn’t see us standing here?” she said, pushing his hair off his forehead. He ducked away from here with a loud sigh.

          “Mom, Grandmother needed something to drink,” he said in a rush as he snatched the ladle off its handle on the wall. He shifted towards the water pump and got the small amount of drink for his grandmother.

          “Okay, Kyle, we’ll let it slip this time,” Aunt Heather said with a wink. Kyle mentally made a note to be extra nice to his aunt and gratefully slipped away.       

          His mother had an unknown dislike in her mother-in-law. Kyle’s grandmother was never harsh, never mean, she only reprimanded if she thought it was wrong. And besides that, she was blind. Kyle thought she was the kindest of all the old women in the village.

          “Ah, child, you are too good to me!” his grandmother exclaimed as he held the spoon up to her parched lips. She quenched her thirst and settled back into her rocking chair.

          “So, Grandmother, what happened to Kauey next? Did she ever see Tyler again? What about Sam, what were those visions she were having?” Kyle asked hurriedly. He was a curious twelve year old that wanted to know everything right now.

          “Hush! Hold your horses I’ll get to it in good time. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Sam was scared. These things were strange to her….”