[ferretchucker]

IV
“I think it’s time we had a little chat, don’t you?” said Isaac. He paced around Alan, who was sitting in a chair. Isaac strolled over to the door and locked it. They were in one of the many rooms used for storage of old objects. The trouble was, once an object got old, dusty and tattered and was moved up there, it never came back down, so the rooms were nearly always deserted and took up space, much to the annoyance of many staff who live in the castle and have to share rooms and even beds.
“Listen to me, the Queen set up Jane’s death, you must let me kill her.” Said Alan, getting up.
“That woman has been taken care of, and will no longer be referred to as ‘the Queen’. You obviously do not know what happened.” Replied Isaac. He told Alan of the woodsman not going through with the murder, the Princess being spotted, her and her step mother’s death and then, the events of the night before.
“It will kill me inside, knowing I will never be able to attend my one true loves funeral, but at least she is at peace now,” said Alan, hanging his head.
“My intentions were to kill you, but now…now I have other ideas. The demons that haunt us and everybody else in the castle, have you any idea what they are?” asked Isaac.
“I grew up in a village the other side of the woods. In that village there were many stories of them. My mother told me they were once us, a clan living in the woods. She never did tell me any more than that. I asked everybody in the village but none gave me an answer.” Said Alan, who was obviously straining his mind for any other memories of stories about the seven demons.
“This village, how far away is it?”
“It was easily a day in a carriage. But it is gone now. Darcelarke is gone.” Said Alan, and a tear came to his eye.
“You were from Darcelarke? But, they said nobody lived.” Said Isaac. Darcelarke was the infamous village that was destroyed by the demons. It was when the demons attacked the village and eventually destroyed it, that they began targeting other villages throughout Glenwick. No others had been destroyed but Farstead had been severely damaged and Marbford had had it’s fair share of attacks.
“I was out hunting when it happened. I returned in time to…in time to see them take my mother. Flames everywhere and screaming. My house was a pile of rubble and everybody was slaughtered. I ran, I was cowardly and instead of saving my dear mother, I saved myself.” He put his face into his palms, but then looked up.
“I’m so sorry, I-” he was cut short by Alan who was suddenly standing up.
“We must go to the stables now. There is a man who can help us. Get a sword and some kind of armour. We need to go deep into the woods where the sun doesn’t hit the earth. I will meet you outside the stables in five minutes.” With that, Alan ran to the window and opened it. He got some pieces of cloth and began tying them together. “You need to get ready so we can leave immediately.” He said to the Prince who left the room. As he had promised, when the Price arrived outside the stable doors. He had a small knife in his hand and nodded at the prince. The two quietly opened the stable doors, got two horses and rode out on them. Within a minute they were in the woods the a couple of minutes after that, they were in near darkness.
“Where are we going?” shouted Isaac.
“I’m not entirely sure. All I know is that he lives just south of the clearing of the dead.” Answered Alan.
“We could be travelling around these woods for months!” replied Isaac.
“True, but when we do find him, it’ll be worth it!”


That's what I have so far. I should really finish it.