Utterly Mad

Two friends in a dead city. Walking shoulder to shoulder across a yard that once saw decades of cruelty and horror until the whole city sank as the sea attempted to swallow it whole. That sea had choked on Gulgatha though, unable to swallow something far larger than it appeared. Gulgatha, much like the sea, held mysteries in it's deepest depths that no man would likely see except in their final moments or in their darkest dreams. These two friends with their uncertain futures. I wish I could tell you that Ferret made a full recovery and that Lydia regained what had been sucked out of her by the demon. Such claims would be lies. Look at them again walking shoulder to shoulder across the moon lit yard, but this time see that which stalks them in the shadows. Watch it as it follows through the chapel gate after them. It is hard to imagine such a creature could remain hidden in such a place, but this is a dead city and the only sign of it's presence is the sound of silence. No demon this. Sly yes, sly from centuries of stalking creatures like those it followed through the greenlands of the central kingdom. What had been done to it had not been intended to diminish it's hunters instinct and it still remembered the joy and craft of the hunt, the relish of the pain it inflicted on the filthy animals building their villages and founding their kingdoms. How long had it stalked beneath the dead city? Long enough to whet it's appetite for a true hunt. The necromancer was gone, but his legacy still walked the night. It follows the two through every twist and turn of the city. Watches as they reach their destination, a stately old building, a place of learning in the long ago. The ghost, weakened to a point from which she will never return, slips through the gap in the door and then motions for the girl to follow. It has found it's moment. See as the old master plies his craft and teaches them why they fear the night.