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

"Rebecca… I need you to focus for now."  She nodded and continued laying on the mattress. Her nightgown was loose on her skin, just as Gerald had instructed, and he made sure she had urinated before beginning.  "Magic is not something that can just be used.  It's like… It's like playing an instrument.  When you first start, there will be mistakes and you may not be very good at that particular instrument to start.  But you have this now, and you will learn with time how to use it better and better."

"Ok…"  Rebecca said.  "I have a question."

"Does this mean that I'll live the same length of time as you do?"  She asked.

Training, and the Carriage Ride