Cedric scanned his surroundings, a plot of land of land with tombstones everywhere, and a dense fog that made it nearly impossible to see. Cedric quickly deuced that his was now back in the place he feared most; the misty graveyard where he died. Cedric nervously checked to see if he had his wand with him, his heart sinking when he realised he did not have it on his person.
He walked through the graveyard nervously until he heard laughter; the laughter only a madman would make. Cedric walked to try and locate the source of the laughter; a giant door standing on an empty patch of grass. Building up the courage Cedric placed his hand on the ice cold door handle, and opened it slowly to reveal an empty black void.
The laughter got louder, so loud that Cedric had to cover his ears.
And then he heard it, that same high and cold voice.
"Kill the spare!"
The black void was now enveloped by a blinding green, and Cedric tried to scream, only he couldn`t
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Cedric shot up from his bed, his face sweating and his heart beating so furiously it felt as though it would jump out of his chest. He scanned his surroundings again to see he was in his cottage. The loud birds and footsteps outside being the only indicator he alarmed someone with his screams.
A loud banging was heard on the door of Cedric`s cottage with a voice asking slightly panicked; "SIR CEDRIC! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"
Two weeks had passed since Cedric`s arrival in Lescatie, and in that short time his swordsmanship had greatly increased.
Cedric grew frustrated at not being able to practice his spells and told Aldana about it, so she made a compromise; one week dedicated to training his sword skills and the other for magic training.
"You are a very fast learner Cedric