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

Gerald smiled as he watched the latest wave of attackers retreat, even temporarily. He sat down and collapsed against the ground, breathing hard. It was bad enough that he hadn't slept since the morning before the coronation, but it was now late in the evening, his arm hurt, and his magic was worn and tired. He sighed as he rested for a moment.

"My King, the women and children are all at the docks and the first of the ships has returned for another group." The skeletal commander said, looking closely at his king.

"Yes my lord. They're reloading even as we speak." It stopped and looked over the edge of the wall. "We won't hold for another day at this rate."

"Even with the Vampires attacking at night-"

"I KNOW!" Gerald sighed. "I'm sorry… it's… it's been a horrible first day as king."

The Fight Well Fought