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 finally found Arianna on her own on an ashen dune around half of a kilometer away from the main camp. Gerald approached with caution, as an angry woman is not something you just walk up to, magi or no. "Arianna?"

"King." She replied with a harder tone.

Gerald gulped. "Do you need more time to calm down?"

"Perhaps." She admitted, not even turning to look at the man. "Seems you married a barbarian."

"I married a woman who became a Necromantix." Gerald replied. "She wasn't born to our world and the customs of our ancestors-"

"Don't make excuses." She replied, her emotions still obviously high.

"It's a valid reason for the lack of decorum, and even she knows that she shouldn't have hit you." He looked at the woman from behind, seeing her tense at the memory, and her hand almost instinctively moved to her cheek. "She wishes to make amends."

Negotiations Part 4: End of the Beginning