Snippet #2667725

A battle was brewing a few scant miles from the graveyard that Khay was in, and although most of the attention was focused there, a small slip of a girl had managed to slip away. Well, she appeared to be small, and a girl. In reality it was the Zombie Queen, yet the necromancy that had raised her temporarily smoothed and filled out rotting flesh, so she appeared to be unharmed.

She was swaying, in the middle of the graveyard, not seeming to care that she was out in the open, her lips parted, a strange humming slipping from her throat. Voices buzzed within her head, screaming at her, in agony and pain and her mind was clouded, she hardly noticed the mist rolling in around her feet, but somehow she managed to jerk her head and lock dead black eyes on the woman who was coming forward.

There was a far-away look in those eyes, the only thing that betrayed her status as not alive, because she was – somehow- in control of the dead a few miles away. The dead who had rose, and where being attacked, for no reason! It was not as if they had done anything besides stand there, atop their graves, gaping at the fact that they were alive – or close to it.