another idea...

...for a story. read on.

The young boy stood on the ground, holding his staff firmly in hand. Eyes closed, he kept on praying. Sweat dropped from his forehead, his clothes were drenched in them. The night breeze blew, shivering him, but he kept on.

In front of him, a corpse stood, shaking on its feet, its skull staring dead in the eyes. Rotting flesh dangled from the stinking bones and mottled skin. Maggots crawled through the holes, while flies buzzed around its cloying breath. But it never moved away, it kept standing in front of the boy.

A flash of light suddenly bursts out of thin air upon the shaking corpse. A shock wave pushed the boy back, his clothes stirred fiercely in the wind.

Seconds later, it ended. The corpse was gone.

Another successful cure, the boy thought to himself. He opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw the empty grave. Dug by corpse-robbers, their careless grave stirring had unsettled the dead that was sleeping beneath, causing the corpse to wander and scared the villagers who lived nearby.

And one by one they came, congratulating, thanking the boy's effort. They praised his knowledge and his courage, and even invited him to stay. Alas, they were disappointed to hear that the boy wanted to leave.

'I thank you all, but I must not stay. I will endanger you if I stand on this ground any longer.'

That's when it came. The sound of hooves. Of horses. The boy was startled, and started pushing through the crowd. The villagers didn't comprehend as horsemen of three came racing to him. They extended their hands to him, lifting the boy from his feet, and pushed him down the ground.

'Boy!' said a horseman with a deep, fierce voice. 'You are under arrest, for the charges of heresy, as decried by the Inquisition. Take him.'

The villagers were angered by their sudden appearance; the Inquisitors. They charged at the three, shoving them with force and with words, ripping the boy from the Inquisitors' hands, and pushing the horsemen down from their ride. They covered the boy as he scrambled on his feet, mounted upon one horse, and galloped away.

'After him!' cried the fierce-voiced man, and the other two managed to mount and chase after him. The man looked back to the villager crowd. 'Heretics of the Holy Cities! Condemned by the Temple, let your days see no light!' He grabbed his mud-splattered robes, and walked away from the jeering villagers.