Daily prompt: Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.
As the soldiers slept in the forest glade, a creature resembling a grasshopper hopped down to the ground and over to one of the men. By and by it visited each of them, whispering in their ear; waiting until they turned over in their sleep and started mumbling to themselves before moving on.
Chirping loudly after it had visited the last man, it sat on its haunches and waited. Deathly silence greeted its ears for what seemed to be an indeterminable space of time; the only sound being the tossing and turning of the soldiers as they slept. Eventually, a shadow eclipsed the stars and the moonlight which was previously visible through the trees, sending a chill running up the creature’s spine. Frightened, it hopped under the leaves of a nearby shrub, looking around the glade rapidly.
Gradually it became aware of a presence. Hidden amongst the trees was something powerful, something utterly terrifying. Indeed, the creature recognised the aura of this predator, for it was its master. Jarred by his arrival even though it had known he would arrive, it remained beneath the cover of the bushes under which it sat.
Killer; that was the thought that ran through its head; this person, this being, was a cold and efficient killer. Lost in whatever obsession or vendetta he had, this man would not stop until he had accomplished his goal. Man – was that the right word for what he was? No. Originally perhaps.
Power; that was what the creature thought of as it pictured this man. Questions caused speculation to run in circles around its mind, guessing and double-guessing as to the man’s intentions regarding these men and their employer. Revenge…certainly.
Shadows danced as the firelight flickered in the dark causing leaf, twig and branch to seem to move even though there was not a breeze to stir them. Tentatively, the creature stepped out from beneath its shelter and looked about itself. Ubiquitous, the presence of the necromancer was palpable without the man himself being visible to the naked eye.
Velvet were his footsteps, for nary a twig snapped or leaf rustled as he appeared behind the creature; only the sense of power suddenly intensifying into sharp focus announced his presence. Warily, it turned to meet its master. Xenophobic it was not, but it was frightened of this particular human. Yea, verily though this power was in human form, the creature knew no dread such as that which it felt in the company of this man.
Zombies rose from the earth as the necromancer spread his arms out wide, clawing at the earth with ragged fingernails as they hauled themselves up out of unmarked graves to feast upon their unsuspecting quarry.