. This is a fantastical story about an Occult world.
Centuries ago, Bridget Bishop was the first ever person to be executed for being a "witch" in the Salem witch trials of 1692. She was reincarnated by mankind's disturbed actions of...
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We all watch in awe as Sloane gestures her fingers in abnormal positions, pointing them towards the floor. She keeps her eyes closed, silently casting a spell. The floor starts to contort and move in waves. The colors of the white floor darken and turn black with smoke rising to the ceiling. A translucent figure, what I would presume is a spirit, seems to be pulled from the dark spot in the floor and is levitating in front of Sloane, "Meet the power that is held within each and every one of you. The power that can take life and give it back and must be used in a cautious manner as well as with good intent, otherwise it can distort your intentions, giving ill intent to the user." She makes a puppeteer movement, jolting the spirit to her bidding, "This is how Necromancers have received their bad reputation, by the dark users that have tainted the name. We will learn of those dark users, but let's focus on the origin first." She flicks one hand down, sending the spirit back through the dark spot, closing the contorted floor and returning it back to normal.
Elder Sloane teaches about the origin of Necromancers, we learn that Necromancy was practiced by many cultures, even before the power of mancy was created in the 1600's. The cultures she goes on about are ancient Greece and Rome with their practices in Necromancy rituals. Morningstar is who we look up to, and it's stated in our history books that he used the ancients as a project to create something like us Mancers, but failed when it didn't take and mancy still wasn't created. She goes on when she comes to the 1600's and mentions the name Bridget Bishop, "Bingo," that voice from before chimes in my head. I shake my head, attempting to tune it out, but I instead draw attention to myself, "Adelaide?" Elder Sloane halts her lesson, giving me worried eyes, "Are you feeling alright?" I can see her gaze, as if knowing something was off with me in the moment.
I attempt a smile, one that I'm sure I failed at, "I just caught a chill." I can feel my mind become foggy.
"I think this is a good time to take a break. Meet back here in ten minutes." Sloane excuses us.
I make my way out the door only to be instantly greeted by the familiar white hair glistening in the bright sun, and the icy blue eyes hooked on mine. Taylos is standing there with his hands in his pockets and a smug, knowing expression. I must admit, this man is attractive with a capital A, "Yes, Taylos?" I try to act like I'm bored of his presence and couldn't care less. Little does he know he's starting to make my heart burst out of my chest from his constant company, not because he's damn sexy, but because I still don't know much about his kind, and it scares me. As I'm told it should scare me.
"I heard that you were given a break, so I flew down to check all the death-bringers in your class. And check out you, I suppose." He winks, glancing the length of my body from feet to head, "How are things going in there?"
"How did you know we were getting a break?" my curiosity is piqued.
He keeps his hands in his pockets, shrugging, "I'm a Guardian, we have killer hearing. I can practically read your mind." He teases. I know his words are always jokes.
