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

Rory Davith looked absolutely terrified.  The king was coming to his home.  He'd helped his wife clean it twice, but every speck of dust in the house seemed to be calling out to him.

"Roriath!"  His wife scolded. "Leave it alone!  They'll be here any minute."

"And what in the hells is up with you today?"  She continued, her eyes looking at him accusingly.  "It's not just that Gerald's coming here.  He's been here before, if you recall."

"Roriath…"  The woman grabbed her husband by the shoulders and sat him down in a chair.  "Rory… what is the matter with you today?  I haven't seen you this happy to please me since we were newlyweds."  She pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently.  "What's this all about?"

"I… um…  the woman who's to be the queen is coming with him…"

The Hard Conversation