I crouched waiting for the source of the sound coming towards my position. The bush offered me cover from whatever was advancing and I lay waiting for whatever to come close enough.
In a few minutes I heard human voices and the rattling of armor and through the branches I could see a group of five men armed and armored marching together in formation. The emblem on their shields was the emblem of the king.
"THE KING! A GOOD FRIEND OF YOURS." chuckled Death.
The king had been the reason Michael had this curse on him. Michael had been the king's most trusted scout and messenger and secretly a spy. When the king's daughter fell ill the king went insane. He spent every gold piece in the treasury looking for a cure and then when medicine failed he resorted to magic. And that's why Michael was sent to talk to the witch. Rumor had it that she could even bring the dead back to life and so the king sent Michael to talk to her. What the king failed to realize was that a witch that is as powerful as her wouldn't have amassed that much knowledge and power without sacrificing her soul in return and that left her with a thirst for magic and no soul or mercy inside. Either way when she saw him she didn't even bother listening. Just cursed and cast him away. Since that day he hasn't returned to the king and he's been hunting the witch.
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO ATTACK?" whispered Death greedily. The prospect of somebody dying and him adding a life to his collection was something that always made Death happy.
"No. I'm not stupid enough to attack five armed men alone. They're just patrolling the forest looking for bandits. I'll just wait for them to leave before I move on." I whispered.
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