Necromancers are outcasts in society, widely believed to be evil, wretched people who only served their own interests with dark magic. But their are those who have wiggled and wormed their way into the intricate seems of society undercover could be found in the most unexpected of places.
You see, most people including the authorities would scower positions of power for necromancers, thinking that power would be the average necromancers goal. And alas, most necromancers are power hungry, but their are a few kind souls hidding right beneath the noses of everyone.
I havent known my therapist for very long now, but i already know so much about her. Although she is a necromancer, she practices much simpler arts than attempting to reanimate devine beasts. Rather, she reanimates the fire, the life, and the soul of those who come to her therapy center. Over a course of about a month, each and every one of her patients has been ridded of their depression. Full of advice and knowledge, she helps her patients in these two ways, its wonderful really. Its only been half a month, and im dreading to leave because although I feel a lot better, im going to miss her and her long brown hair and her rosy cheeks. Every time I go to see her, all I can think is "Wow, this is the person who is making me better"
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Dead for you( Short Story)
Fantasiaa short story from a post i saw and was like hey thst might be intresting to write. might finish, might not.
