Evil Reincarnated

Mentor

Vexel POV

"So, how do you plan to go about this?" Ezara asks as we walk towards the stables in Carrigar.

"As I said before, I will go in alone. I'll bring out this Balkin so you can talk to him before I burn the whole place to the ground." Ezara frowns.

"Why do you refuse to work with anyone? We could fight them more effectively. You also don't know how strong Balkin is." I choose a horse and mount it.

"I work alone. If you want my assistance, you'll allow me to fight them my way." I state. Ezara follows suit, mounting a horse of her own. I walk the horse over to the stable master and hand him a coin purse. He nods and we leave the stables.

"You're one stubborn oaf." Zyllebal says, disappointment in her voice. I raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to fight with me so bad? Most people would rather I do it alone." Ezara sighs.

"I want to learn from you. When you fought Mazavir, you beat him without even trying. I don't think that's anywhere close to what you can actually do. I don't think necromancy is all that bad. The dead are well... dead. They don't need their bodies anymore. I don't hate necromancy like everyone else." I glance over to her, leading my horse out of Carrigar.

"It's taken me a long time to become this powerful, Ezara. You won't learn this but just watching me. I learned from Rathma, the first necromancer. He's dead now." I state.

"You're not. You could teach me." I shake my head.

"No, Ezara. If you want to learn necromancy, learn from someone else. I don't take apprentices." I could hear Ezara groan in frustration.

"But why?" She questions. "You're strong, you know more than anyone. People know who you are. Mazavir probably now fears you."

"I don't care what Mazavir or others think of me. This conversation is over. I'm not training you, that is that." I state, urging my horse to go faster. I could hear Ezara's horse following, however she doesn't respond.

"Why do you do everything alone?" Ezara breaks the silence a few moments later.

"I do things better alone."

"That's not an answer. You might be strong alone, but you can be even stronger with others." I sigh.

"I don't want to work with someone who hates necromancy or is against killing other humans. That is a pretty high standard." I glance back at her again.

"I don't hate necromancy and I don't care if you kill these bandits." Ezara rides up next to me. I could see her out if the corner of my eye.

"On some level you do, everyone does. If I killed some innocent man, you'd hate me for eternity." Ezara doesn't respond right away.

"I would, Vexel." She finally says. "But I don't believe you'd kill an innocent man. You have morals, just as I do."

"I would've killed Mazavir." I point out. "He's innocent, as far as I know."

"He's... confused. You still didn't kill him though."

"I would've, and I will if he does anything like that again. I'm not the saint you want me to be."

"Ezara!" I hear someone shout. Ezara and I both look towards the voice. Mazavir was riding his own horse towards us.

"What does he want?" I say under my breath.

"Mazavir? I thought you were gonna wait in Carrigar." We all come to a stop.

"You're not coming with us." I interject.