Mark_Leopold

In a world of many magics, the lost and feared magic may rise again. Only Gerald will decide the fate of those long dead, in more ways than one. But will he destroy the established order and an army of lies, fables, and half truths before those in power destroy him and potentially damage itself? Or, will it truly be the Necromancers End...?

Warning: Contains references and themes of slavery, racism, sexism, murder, undead creatures, and references.

The Necromancer's End

Isadora looked at the massive hole in the ground, wall, and the holes that still simmered in Gerald's overcoat from where he had shielded her, and then back to the massive destruction around her.  She fell to her knees, and just stared, the tears falling, unbidden, from her eyes.  The world around her shrank, and she felt as though she were falling into a tunnel, and was just looking at the exit.  People shouted, talked, shrieked, wailed, and ran around her.  She did nothing.  Thomas…

"Isadora!"  Her name seemed to be coming from someone far away, and it seemed to echo slightly.  There was a soft slap on her face, she blinked, and was soon focused a little bit more again.

"At last."  Gerald said.  "Please… we need to get out of here."

"I'll get you a new wardrobe.  Now hurry!"

Mourning