##Skeletal Casus Belli

"Come fair people." Deitre held my right arm gently in his hand. After he pulled it too hard before, it popped out, and I didn't want that to happen again. A group of humans gathered around us. "I have been able to get this foul creature."

I didn't think I was that foul.

"To renounce."

Who told him that I had that problem? Was it my wife?

"His wicked ways."

What? I didn't believe what I was hearing. I pulled my arm away from him and backed up. He held out a hand.

"No, it's alright. I'm here. Don't be afraid," Deitre said.

"I have good reason to be afraid. You're always coming down and attacking us," I replied.

"What is it saying?" a person in the crowd asked.

"Nothing threatening. It's scared."

"I have a name. I told you my name. It's John. I thought you could understand me," I said.

"It's snarls are quite threatening," someone else said.

"I agree. It only knows how to snarl from it's animal like instincts," Deitre said.

"But you understood me earlier. Why are you lying?" I asked.

"It seems angry."

"Calm down." Deitre held out his arms. He bent down and whispered. "It's all part of the plan."

"Plan what plan? You told me that we were going to work out a peace deal." I pointed my hand in rage. Deitre drew his sword.

"I'm warning you," he said.

"What is going on?" Those were my last words. Deitre swung his sword and destroyed me. He chanted over me to ensure that I was never revived.

A woman walked next to Deitre.

"I told you that you were being too naive," she said.

"I thought they were animals. I didn't know they were this evil," Deitre said, "He was going to betray me."

"Exactly, the skeletons will always attack us. They want our life force."

"We must strike first so they can't do it to us."

"Agreed. Let's prepare to strike at dawn."