by Richard B. Sampson Jr.
(This story is based off characters from the game Gauntlet: Dark Legacy.
The events of this story take place before the game.)
As I walked through the graveyard, I could not help but feel the
eyes of the other townsfolk on me. I know they still blamed me for
everything that had gone wrong. After my brother’s death so many years
ago, things appeared to be going wrong. All my spells had been backfiring,
more now than they had use to. It’s as if my brother’s accident started
a terrible chain reaction. As I approached the Masoleum door, I looked
up, and said, “Why did you walk in on me, brother? Why did you do that?”
I wondered if my brother had had some sort of death wish that day. I had
worked with a new spell, and knew there were risks involve, and didn’t
want anyone hurt. Now, because of that, the fields had been poisened,
and a zombie occasionally came to life.
As I walked into the Masoleum, I could swear I heard outside the
door, “She must plan to ransack the dead, or ruin her brother’s body more
than she had.”
I was almost appauled at what they had said, but it was true. When
I had finally reversed what I had done to him, he was dead. I heard a
second, kinder villager say, “I think she is going to pay respects. It
has been five years, and she carries the Book of Protection. If she was
evil, she could not hold such a book.” It had been nice of that villager
to say I wasn’t evil, but most still thought that since I used magic, I
was evil. If I had been a Wizard instead of a Sorceress. If I was a male
magic user, I would have respect, but since I was a woman, they feared me.
Even before what happened to my brother, I was feared, but I had more
respect. I honestly think the loss of their respect happened when I lost
my brother. I still remember that day.
I looked at the spell book that I had been studying. It had said
that in our world were eight realms, and a temple to worship from. It
also said that every so many years, a hero of the realms was capable of
becoming a legend. One of the first traits of these chosen heroes was
the ability to alter forms. Another was the ability to use special
techniques. I looked over the information about altered forms and that
each realm had a chosen form. For my realm, which was dubbed the Province,
it was the Medusa. I knew enough about creatures to know that a Medusa
could change creatures to stone at a glance. This was one thing that I
didn’t want to risk. I walked to the door to my building, and said to
a nearby villager. “Ma’am. I need you to do me a favor. I will be
testing a spell in here, and it is absolutely imparitive that I not be
disturbed. Do you understand?”
It had been one of the nicer villagers in town as she nodded and
said, “I understand. A Sorceress should not be disturbed when testing
new spells. If anything goes wrong, who should I call for help.”
I thought for a moment. Who could she call for help? Then I looked
at the book. It had been writen by the Mage Sumner. He was a legendary
practitioner of Magic, and knew more than anyone could ever know. “Have
someone go and fetch Sumner. He will know what to do.” She nodded and
I closed the door.
I walked over to the book and read on how a person from my realm
could access this form. First, it said one must have a heart of good.
That was one thing I was sure I had. I had never done anything out of
spite. Next was I had to reach the beast inside of me. The next was to
have a legendary item nearby. It was listed that for the Province, it
was a book know as the Book of Protection. The last requirement was the
one I doubted most. It required the pressense, in physical form, or in
spiritual form, of an evil that would only threaten the realm. The book
gave no reference on what it could be, but something made me think it was
in the graveyard if it existed. My workshop was near the graveyard, since
I hunted mushrooms from there. I closed my eyes and then focused on all
of those items. As I focused on my spell, I felt it taking affect. I
felt my hair changing, and my body shifting in form. It felt odd. I also
wanted to yell out in pain, but kept myself from doing that. I propped
myself up at the table as the spell started to finish its task. I had
indeed changed form. I wish I could have looked at myself in a mirror,
but I was afraid I would turn to stone. Then I heard the woman outside
say, “You can’t go in there, your sister said no one was to enter.” My
brother was outside.
I then heard the door open as he said, “My sister will want to hear
this.” I heard him close the door and say, “Sister, I have found a powerful
spell for you to look at.” I felt him put his hand on my shoulder and
spin me around. Then I saw the horror in his face, and felt the fear as
he turned to stone. I quickly reverted back, hoping he would return to
normal, but he didn’t.
I immediatly ran to the door and said, “Something terrible had
happened. Someone go the tower and fetch Sumner. I need his help.” Then
I noticed that a look of fear was on everyone’s face. They thought I had
done something to my brother deliberately.
When I neared the door in the Masoleum that lead to my family’s crypt,
I breifly shuddered. Would his spirit forgive that accident, and what had
happened afterwords? I then thought back to what I had done to make matters
It had been almost a week since I asked for Sumner’s help. All I
got in return was that he was not in, and I had to try and correct my
mistake myself. I had never preformed a spell to change a statue back to
a person. I had to try my best. It had taken me a while, but I found a
stone to flesh spell. I quickly prepared the spell, and hoped it would
work. When I finally completed and preformed the spell. I watched in
horror as he didn’t turn into a living person, but a rotting corpse. When
the full horror of the situation occured to me, I just shouted out “NOOOOO”
Everyone came running in, to see the sight. I knew some blamed me, but
others blamed my brother for ignoring my own warning.
I openned the door to the crypt and hoped for the best. As I walked
in, I felt his presence in the room and said, “Brother. My dear brother.
It is I, your sister. I’m sorry for what happened to you five years ago.
You didn’t deserve that to happen.”
I was almost shocked as I heard an unholy voice say, “That is what
you think, dear sister. It went exactly as I had planned. I have almost
become what I set out to be.” I looked for the sourse of the voice and
saw a form slowly rise up. He had turned into some undead creature.
I started to step back and a hand grabbed my ankle. “What did I
do to you?”
I saw the erie form smile at me as it said, “Nothing, dear sister.
Everything you did, did nothing to me. I did everything to myself. I
have been doing this stuff for a long time. Even sabatoging your spells
during my rest. The people never wised up, and now, when I leave this
Masoleum, they will blame you.” There was an otherworldly laugh, and I
finally freed my ankle. I quickly pulled out the Book of Protection, and
watched as a huge beam of light shot at the being that used to be my
As he yowled in pain, I just said, “You destroied my brother. What
As I backed out of the crypt, I heard the creature say, “I am a Lich,
and that book won’t keep me here forever.” When I slammed the door, there
was only one thought in my mind. I had to warn the villagers. They had
to know what to do.
When I reached the outside, I was startled by how many people were
there. I then saw the town leader walk up to me and say, “So, you tried
to summon an undead creature.”
I shook my head and said, “No. Something had taken over the dead body
of my brother. It called itself a Lich. If I hadn’t used the Book of
Protection, it would be here right now.”
The leader just looked at me and said, “A likely story. You tried to
bring this creature to ruin us because of you own disgrace. Well, you no
longer need worry about our Province. You are banished. You and your evil
is banished.” I felt them rip the book from my arms. Then they herded me
to the exit of town.
When they had me out of town, with nothing but my staff, I looked off
in the distance to the tower. It was strange how it seemed to be an etherial
entity. I then felt something calling me to the tower. As I started the
long trek, I just said, “Sumner, I hope you can give me answers.”
The end of the Sorceress Story.