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

When Gerald awoke, there were three women standing over him.  Two of them were women that Gerald hadn't seen since they were small witches playing with their cauldrons and making potions for changing their eye color.  The other one was Lydia, who was watching over him and gave an open jump as his eyes opened.

"Oh by the gods!"  She shouted, before finally looking at him crossly.  "What kind of a master are you?"

Gerald just looked around.  His mind wasn't fully formed, at least yet, and his vision was almost in the form of tunnel vision.  He didn't respond and simply looked distant to her.

Awakening, Vision, and Guidance