Evil Reincarnated

Darkness Uncovered

Ezara POV

"Why do you always provoke him?" I question Mazavir. "He came here to help us fight Lilith and now he's going to fight the war alone because all you've done is insult him and pick fights with him. Fights you lose."

"I..." Mazavir pauses. "I'm sorry, Ezara. I don't trust him. There's something about him that seems more evil then necromancy. I tried to believe he wasn't evil... it's just a gut feeling."

"I don't care, Mazavir. All you do is accuse him of things that aren't true or proven." I sigh, looking at the bowl of food that was likely cold. "I was planning to let him rest and take care of him but you've made him leave again. He needed rest, not a verbal battle."

"Since when did you become his care taker, Ezara? He believes he can take care of himself without our help so let him." I frown, standing up from the bed.

"Are you acting like this because he wouldn't train you?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"No." Mazavir states, looking at the floor. "He's hiding something." He says slowly, looking to his scythe that was leaned against the wall by the bed. "I handed him this scythe a little bit after he woke up. I could tell he knew something about it. The look on his face, he recognized the scythe, Ezara. It's possible he knew Lyzla."

"As he said, he trained lots of necromancers. It's possible he ran into her or something." I state.

"No, it's something more than that. I knew about the Priests of Rathma, not a lot but I knew about them. I'm not much of a reader, but Lyzla had a book that sat on a shelf by the scythe. It was about the Priests. I never read much of it, but it stated that the Priests kept to themselves. They never sought anyone out if people new specific members or the members knew them, there's a reason. I need to know how Vexel knew Lyzla." He states.

"I don't want to tell you it could be a coincidence, but leave it be, Mazavir. He left the Priests of Rathma, maybe he met her after that." I say with a shrug. "Just let it go or ask him about it. Just don't pick a fight if you do."

Mazavir frowns but he doesn't say anything. I sigh. "If he won't teach you, then watch him and learn that way. It won't be easy, but it's another way to learn."

"I don't know. You heard him, he said he would've killed me in the tavern if you didn't step in. It's probably not a good idea to go behind his back like that. As much as I want to learn how to wield Lyzla's scythe, it's not worth dying for." Mazavir says. He looked defeated, like he had nowhere else to go from there.

"I'll talk to him. I'll see if he'll train you anyway. If he does, you can't argue with him or get in his way."

"You don't have to do this, Ezara." Mazavir states. "I made a mistake and maybe he wouldn't have trained me anyway, but its my fault he won't even consider it."

"You're not going to be helpful in this war dead, Mazavir. You two don't agree but maybe I can get him to see the value in training you. He should still be here somewhere, I'll just have to find him..." I turn towards the door just as someone knocks. I look at Mazavir.

He froze and looks towards his scythe. He gives a nod and I open the door. A woman stood there, long dark hair with strange markings on her exposed skin. I didn't recognize them, but they were drawn in purple. They could've been tattoos or paint, I couldn't tell. She looked professional, despite the hair and markings.

"I'm looking for someone." She states. "A man, tall and pale with dark hair. Have you seen him around here?" I pause.

"No, I don't know anyone like that. You'll need to be more specific." I state, glancing over at Mazavir. The strange woman looks past me, at Mazavir. He was holding his scythe. The woman frowns.