The Necromancer Queen

Ashllyn woke up to a large smile and blue eyes staring down at her. And she stared at the huge eyes, lit inside with a joyful light, then the moment was ruined.

"HA-APPY BIRTHDAY ASH!" my father yelled happily, disterbing the silence that had been ringing around our cottage. Of course this upset my ears and I immediatly sat up and braught my forehead towards his and gave it a good whack.

And predictable this brought on a round of curse's and my father falling down backwards on the floor clutching his head. My head is hard. Heh. Sucker. Sitting up fully in bed, I looked around my room.

Sunlight shone throught the curtains and made the wood floor a redish colour, one that was emphisized by the actual droplets of dried up blood that had gotten everywhere on the floor by accedient when I had gotten a giant cut, to which I still had the scar from. My wood desk had scattered paper all over, a reminder of my art projects. Besides that my room was pretty bare, well besides my father lying on the floor still groaning in pain.

Leaning over the side of the bed, I looked at him and determined that he was overreacting as always. Sighing heavily, I got up and out of bed, grabbing my fathers arm to drag him up, which was very hard to do at my five 'six, when he is six 'three. Anyways, I finally got him standing all the way up, but he was still muttering things to himself under his breath. What a crazy old man. Rava. Fearie. Whatever he is. Whatever I am anyways.

My family is kind of crazy with our different races. Well, the world's crazy too, but let's just ignore that for now.

On my fathers side, I am Rava, a race of winged warriors that where very good at fighting, and then Fearie, healing powers and shiz like that. Graceful, tricky, ect.... And then on my mothers side I am just a normal wizard, magic, hazza! And Necromancer. I am mainly a Necromancer, fore my family is royalty, well, not well royalty, but still, royal. We are the leaders of the Necromancer race, the queen, king, and princess.

Well I zoned out, my father had left the room, yelling something about breakfast that I did not really pay attention to. Now that he was gone, I could get on with the normal morning routine I had been doing for, now 15, years. And today was my 15th birthday. Right, now I need proper clothes, because as much as I would to love to just do nothing and stay in my pajamas today, I can't. The maybe future heir to the throne must always look presentable. Ish. Meh. Whatever. I will wear my favorite outfit anyways.

Looking around my closet, I located the clothing I was looking for.

A blue pleated skirt that came up to my mid-thigh, a bright orange off the shoulder-three quarter sleaves sweater thing, Striped blue and orange tights and black buckle up combat boots that went up to my knees. I would say that's presentable. In my opinion anyways.

Heading to the bathroom to go though the normal routine, I noticed something strange about me as I was brushing my orange hair. My eye, the left one, had turned grey. And not just the iris, but the whole eyeball. Even the whites of my eye had turned a solid shay of grey. I could still see out of it, I was just colour-blind in it now. Well shit bitch, thats just weird. Whatever, getting back to my routoine, I brushed my teeth, white, poked at my freckles on my peachy skin, examined my other eye for strangness, "Nope, still orangeish" muttered to myself. Wriggling my slightly pointed nose, thanks to the fearie genes, and checked my pointed ears-fearie genes again.

Finally I primped my wings. I know right? I have wi-ings! Black, eleven foot wings. I get them from my dad, he has wings also, just a lot bigger. Fluttering them about, I got them set and nice before I walked out of the bathroom, into my room, and out into the food eating space. And scared my dad. Whoops.

"ASHLLYN! WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE?!" he yelled, voice booming around the house once again. Shiz, he can be loud. Sighing wearily, I answered. "It turned grey." Yes, yes, stating the obviouse, I probably should have been more freaked out, I just could not bring myself to care. My mother just looked on silently, judging the situation. I get my calm head from her.

As my father had his hand under my chin, looking at my now all grey eye, my mother came up behind him and gently moved him to the side, he went willingly, you do not mess with my mother, the Queen of the Necromancer's. Looking at me, she slid a pendent over her head, the pendent was spiral like and black. The Queen's penednt. Then before I could comprehend what was happeneing, she slid it over my head so it fell on my shoulders.

"You have become a prophet, and have turned fifteen today, I see you as a worthy heir to the throne, Ashllyn Elean Thorn" Well there goes my brain cells. My mother has always been cold and distant, unlike my father. Yes, I am a daddy's girl. Anyway, back to my mother. She always looked dissapointed with me. but I guess I proved my worth.

After my mother moving out of the way, my father freaking more, and sitting down at breakfast for pomagranites, my favorite food, and pancakes, I ran into the forest, yelling that I will be back in a few hours. The forest was my other home, my wild one, the unpredictable one. And I loved it. I could fly and run for hours, without a care in the world. It was paradise.

Until the few hours went by and I decided to go home. And then I saw the smoke, where my home should be. And I ran and flew towards the burning area, hoping that my parents where okay. They had to be, they are powerful after all, they are royalty, but then again, I am unusually weak for royalty. But they are stong. they should survive. But dangerous thoughts ran through my head as I flew towards the danger.