Wilted Roses

~ An Unexpected Event

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     An Unexpected Event

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Necromancy: A claimed form of magic involving communication with the deceased

- either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily - for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to discover future events or discover hidden knowledge.

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   “Aurelia! Look what you did to them, to your own parents. You're a monster!” Nickolas yelled.   

   He's the one that told me to do it. He said that bringing our dog Leslie back to life would make them happy. I jumped at the chance. I would do anything to help my parents, even if it was just to see them smile. I loved them as they did me. They didn't care that I was a necromancer, the sole symbol of death itself. No. They didn't care that I was potentially dangerous. I was treated like a normal human child, although they did make a point of keeping me away from other children.     

     As Nickolas dug up Leslie from her resting place I pranced happily around our backyard. Everything seemed so vibrant to me. The roses were in full bloom dominating the small landscape in which I felt free. It was going to be my first attempt at bringing back the dead.

    As my hand reached out my mark on my left shoulder began to burn as if anticipating the release of a magical thing. However I hesitated, remembering that Mommy and Daddy never liked the thought of me doing this. Nickolas however, reassured me that they would be ecstatic. Considering the fact that I was only eleven at the time, I believed him. How foolish of me to believe such an evil spirit. His soul was as black as the sky when a storm is fast approaching and ice cold like the icebergs that float in Antarctica.  

   "But Nick, you told me to do it," I wailed. "How was I to know this would happen? I'm not a monster!" I broke down and cried.     

    My hand touched Leslie’s decaying fur. The gentle breeze picked up and whirled around me, cocooning us in an impenetrable shield. My hair whipped around my face, stinging in some places, no doubt leaving angry red welts. Straining my eyes to see past the shield I noticed with shock that the vibrant colours were quickly fading. The roses were wilting and mimicking the exact shape of my mark – the mark of the necromancer- as were the other flowers. Power buzzed around me and flowed through my hand and into Leslie who jerked and convulsed.

   As soon as I removed my hand from the matted grey fur the impenetrable shield cracked with a noise that resembled thunder. The wind ceased immediately and I glanced around taking in the after effects. Everything was destroyed but I figured that it was normal. After all, I had to get the energy from somewhere to put into something else, it makes sense that it should come from something so natural such as roses. Leaves were strewn haphazardly across the brown lawn along with twigs and snapped flower stems.

    A rough whisper of a bark caught my attention. Leslie was trying to stand. I faced Nick, a smile blooming on my face only to be presented with cold, hard eyes and a thin tight lipped smile. The barking became more prominent and I turned my attention back to Leslie.

    This was the moment I realised she had started acting weird. She still had a dead look and smell to her, almost like a zombie. The dog limped past me and into the house. I was proud at that moment however, anxiously waiting to see the smiles that would bloom on Mommy and Daddy's faces.   

     Walking in after Nick, I came to a standstill. Our old dog was growling ferociously at Mom and Dad. I was shocked and scared as were they. Leslie had never acted that way towards our parents. I asked my brother why she was acting this way. He informed me that the dog was overly excited. Naively I believed those lies that spilled from his traitorous mouth. I barked with Leslie thinking that she was simply playing, that is until she became louder, bigger and meaner. My fear came back full force when she bared her teeth at my parents then lunged for them, toppling them to the ground.  

    I screamed at the top of my lungs, tugging at Nickolas' shirt.  

    "Help them!" I cried.  

     "They're just having fun," he grinned sadistically.   

     I watched as Leslie viciously ripped a chunk out of my Daddy's arm. A spine shivering scream erupted from his mouth and echoed in the air. I saw the way the dog pawed at Daddy's face, peeling the skin from it. He flailed underneath the rabid furry mass but there was nothing he could do. Seconds passed and he went deathly still.   

     Leslie, once satisfied with my father, advanced on Mommy. I screamed with her as it sunk its razor sharp teeth into her throat, spraying blood all over the place. Her body dropped to the floor in a pool of crimson.

      It turned around; eyes now glowing bright rouge. It seemed that what used to be a family beloved dog was now a horrid beast.   

      As Leslie stared at me with those creepy eyes a low chill settled in my bones. It was like she was peering into my very soul. I think I peed my pants in that moment. If Mommy was alive she would've cursed me. 

      Finally acknowledging that Nickolas was not going to step in, I did. I wasn't about to let that beast kill me like she did my parents. Adrenalin coursed through my veins and I ran towards it screaming as if I were an Indian warrior. In that moment I was.   

       I don't know how but as soon as I touched the beast disguised in Leslie's body, it died on the spot, crumbling to dust. I looked to my older brother and he looked pissed. He should have been rejoicing; I stopped it!   

       "I killed it!" I exclaimed running towards him for an embrace. Nick stepped out of the way and eyed me with disgust.  

      "Don't touch me Aurelia, you killed our parents. You make me sick!" He spat.   

       I wanted to cry. Why was he doing this to me? I only did what he told me I should do. I fell to the floor as a fountain of tears stared to leak from my eyes, the loss of my parents starting to sink in.   

     Without a word Nickolas turned on his heel and left me alone; alone with our parents, our dead parents. I stayed where I was. I didn't run after him, I had more important things to attend to first.   

      After hours of sobbing I pulled myself together realising crying would achieve nothing. I stalked over to their cold bodies and gently kissed them on their pasty white foreheads. I stripped them and went into the bathroom, grabbing a rag to clean the dried blood off them. Quietly I walked up the stairs to their master bedroom and snatched up some clothes to redress them. An hour passed and I was finished.   

      Now, do I bury them or try to revive them? I picked the first not wanting them to turn into savage beasts like Leslie.   

     Not wanting to take a chance I put on a pair of Mommy's black leather gloves before dragging each body to our backyard and placed them into the huge hole I had dug previously. It wasn't the burial they deserved but it would have to do.    

    I brushed my mother’s brunette hair away from her face and gently caressed her cheek saying my last goodbye before doing the same with my father. I said a little prayer before ending the tragic day as I shovelled dirt over their now decomposing bodies.    

     My task was done. I no longer had anyone left to live for. I knew that staying with some distant relative was out of the question. Nick would tell them some horrible lie about me and goodness knows what they'd do. I can't stay home; eventually someone would come and see what happened here. I had no choice but to leave and straight away.