"No! No! No!" Gregory sceamed in protest "It's not necromancy, it's animation! There is a difference!! Animation is beautiful! It brings things to life -
..."- things that never aught to be alive." Said the captain of the gaurd as he closed the door of his cell, screeching, leaving only the moonlight to scare away the darkness. "You can tell it to the Lord in the morning."
Gregory sagged into the corner, resigned and dug his head into his arms and legs. "It's animation...' A muffled sob took over him.
'It's only animation...'
'...there is a difference...'
"Nooooo! Stoooop! Stop hiting him, please! Please stop!" Cried the woman that was his mother.
"I'm not hitting him! I'm only waking him up. There is a difference!" Said the man that was his father "Boy, what part of 'before dawn' did you not understand? Before dawn means that you are in your boots, in the barn, ready for work BEFORE dawn! Not in bed like some lazy mutt!" He slaped him so hard that he almost took his head away from his neck.
"Noooo! He's just a dim-witted boy! Stop hurting him please!" She was at her husband's arm trying to get him away from her son. When he quickly turned around the brute force of him knocked her away on the floor. He squatted down next to her and filled his hand with her chin. His voice was a manacing whisper. "Woman, you will not tell me how to diacipline my son. It is because of you he is like this.
The candlestick was burning low as he stood up to take it. The shadows danced across his face as he turned to Gregory. "I'm not done with you yet". On his way out he roughly pulled the woman from the floor on to her feet and half draged her out. The night echoed with screems. So load... So loud...
When Greg awoke he was back in his cell in the corner. It was dawn. He overslept... again.