✓ DYING MOURNINGS, original

eight : Amy

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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : 𝐀𝐌𝐘

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I learned during my exhausting night trapped in a dirty motel with Crow that there can only be one necromancer alive in order to kill the devil. That the necromancers of our time draw their power from others and when they die, that power is gifted upon another.

I also learned that not even Crow knows the truth about the prophecy but he knew Cage did, along with my mother. They knew what it meant and what was at stake and they told no one, which made sense since what my mother had written in her journal about it had been scribbled out like someone deliberately marked out her words for no one, not even me, to know.

The night had been pretty restless after that. My mind was in a constant state of worry because I didn't want to die, but I knew what the cost was if there were more necromancers alive. It meant that I wasn't the one, that I had to die. Or, it meant that I had to kill them and either way, my options sucked.

Crow told me that there was a way to figure out if there were any more necromancers out there. That Cage had a list of them, ranging back when they first started working together and up until his death.

I marked this as funny because it was just so like Cage not to tell me, which only infuriated me more.

We planned to find the list and hunt down each name, and it seemed just as hard as it sounded. I could contact Cage, demand he tell me where the list was, or I could just pray my mother wrote about it somewhere in her journals, which I had yet to finish.

My little break from the world of ghosts and demons during that solitary month would've been a great time to finish the journals, if only I had been that smart.

Now, it was a new day.

I stepped out of the hotel, finally back in the clothes I had worn the day prior. Still slightly damp in the thighs of my pants, but otherwise wearable. My wounds had been licked and healed and I felt an ease at what was to come.

The air had a calm chill but the earth had shown its fury with what it left behind.

The ground was littered with broken branches and twigs, leaves clumped in the gutters and against the windshield of Crow's fabulous car. There was a lightness to the air, like the feeling of waking up to the sun against your skin.

"Before you take me to your cabin," I said, looking over at him from my spot on the sidewalk. He opened his car door and stopped, resting an arm against the hood with a smile. "There are some things I need to take care of."

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I went to school.

Obviously, it wasn't what I needed to do but I needed to keep up appearances and apologize to Blondie for not looking over the notes she gave me. My only excuse to her was that I had to take my car to the shop and accidentally left my school work inside.

Which only prompted me to ask Crow to have someone bring my truck to his place so I could finally get my homework done.

At the end of the day, he picked me up from school. I expected some snarky comments, maybe even a ridiculously flirty one, but the car ride was silent and it gave me the opportunity to plan out what was going to happen once I got inside my house.