All went black, Ichabod was out cold. He awoke to a slight bump on his head. He was wet, cold, and had a very sore head. He was floating down a glossy black river. He remembered that wretched Brom Bones had thrown a pumpkin at his head, instinctively he rubbed the spot the pumpkin had hit. Ichabod grabbed hold of the rock he had hit his head on, and clambered onto land.
He was in a massive cavern, one that echoed the slightest of sounds. The small island contained a chest, and there were many peculiar books strewn around the area. He carefully walked to the chest, for who knew what traps had been set to safe guard the chest. When he reached the chest he carefully eased the chest open, and saw it’s contents.
“I’m rich!” He exclaimed. The chest contains many riches, gold, jewels, and books. Strange, Ichabod thought. He picked a book up and saw it was on the dark arts. This is great he thought to himself.
After many years of studying and using his money to fund his dark arts study Ichabod became a master sorcerer. He sought out revenge on Brom Bones and Katrina Bones.
Donning his black robe, Ichabod rowed out of the cavern, his home. It was midnight, and the Headless Horseman was on his steed trotting towards Ichabod. Ichabod simply held out the Headless Horsemans head, he had found it in the chest at his cavern. The Headless Horseman simply stopped and stared in disbelief.
The Headless Horseman spoke first, “I’ve been searching for this for a very long time, how did you come across it?” “It was simply in a chest in my cavern,” Ichabbod said smoothly. After this event the Headless Horseman and Ichabod had a nice chat, and they befriended each other. The Headless Horseman would help Ichabod with his plan of revenge for the months to come.
“Tonight is the night,” Ichabod said coldly.
“Oh, this should be fun,” the Headless Horseman said with the same amount of venom in his voice. “So what plan should we attempt?” he questioned.
Ichabod responded nonchalantly, “Oh, I don’t know. We could burn their children alive in front of them, or we could carry them off to a distant land and bury them alive or sell them as slaves.”
“I think I would prefer to burn them alive,” the Headless Horseman stated.
Ichabod nodded his head and agreed, “I rather think I would enjoy that more than carrying their three children off to distant lands.” He donned his black robe, and stepped aboard his creacky old raft made of wood. “Now let’s have some fun.”
The air was crisp, the moon hidden behind waves of clouds. It was a wonderful night to kidnap someone’s children.
“You set up the fire, I’ll get the kids,” and with a slight nod of his head Ichabod set off to the village of Sleepy Hallow. Ichabod reached the door of Brom Bones and Katrina Bones were he rapped loudly on the door. Katrina answered the door and let out a small squeal of surprise “It can’t be you, you died a long time ago.”
“Hello Katrina,” Ichabod replied sharply.
Katrina managed to stammer “Ichabod i-is it really you?”
“Yes it is, and I’m here to get my revenge.” he said calmly.
“Ichabod?” Katrina questioned suspiciously, “What are you talking about?”
“Your husband tried to kill me, and I don’t appreciate that,” Ichabod said angrily. Ichabod stepped in and quickly shut the door, pushing Katrina out of his way he walked down the hallway knocking all the decorations on the floor. It was a well decorated home, but considering that Katrina’s family was rich this was no surprise. Katrina came up behind Ichabod and attempted to hit him, but he spun around quickly, and shouted, “I cast a spell on thee! You shall not move until I release you!”
At that moment Brom came up behind him and thrust at him with a large cleaver. Ichabod barley managed to jump free of the stroke. Ichabod sent chains to wrap Brom up, and keep him secure.
Ichabod Crane, a master sorcerer, walked down the hallway, and entered the bedroom at the end. Inside there were three children belonging to Brom Bones and Katrina Bones. The children were still sleeping as Ichabod entered, they were totally oblivious to the situation.
When Ichabod opened the creaky wooden door 3 pairs of eyes swung to meet his gaze. “Come along children,” Ichabod commanded softly, “Not much time left, hurry yourselves up.” The children were hurriedly tugging there coats on over there night shirts.
Ichabod stepped out of the house, and the children followed suit. It was a cold night, and Ichabod shivered. He led the children to the big fire that the Headless Horseman constructed. “Took you long enough,” the Headless Horseman said in a jovial mood.
“Oh, I had to deal with two protective parents,” Ichabod replied in the same jolly mood. “I’ll get Brom and Katrina.”
“You got it,” said the Headless Horseman.
Ichabod went behind a tree grove and summoned a couple of spirits to bring him Brom and Katrina. A few minutes later the spirits brought Brom and Katrina. Their faces were pale, for they knew that they were dealing with much more than simple tricks, this was flat out sorcery.
Now was the time, the sun was rising causing the clouds to look blood red. Ichabod had the spirits tie the children on a wooden post in the middle of the fire wood pile. Brom and Katrina were tied to a chair with their heads pointed at the unlit fire.
“Please don’t,” Katrina weeped.
Brom simply glared at Ichabod, “I will hurt you if you touch my children.”
“Your threats do not concern me Brom,” Ichabod arrogantly.
Ichabod went and knelt, lighting the torch with sorcery, and threw it into the wood next to the kindling. The flames spread quickly, and soon reached the children.
It reached the children, and their agonized screams were saddening to the villagers, who could do nothing to help. After the fire had done its damage you could see the blackened, charred, lifeless bodies of the children. Ichabod let Brom and Katrina go, and he lived the rest of his life in his cavern, living for 348 years.