The Necromancer Queen

Necromancer's Castle

I would like to think I made it far from the ghastly scene behind me, but I did not. In fact, I only made it a few feet before the past hours hit me. Stumbling, I recall how the vampire boy treated me, essentally made me roll into a fire, and then kicking me into a tree. Ouch, wincing slightly, I almost fell to my knees as the pain hit me, harder than before, rolling through my frame like waves.

Gasping, I leaned against a tree, looking at my burned hand and arm, I closed my eyes and tried summoning my what was left of my magic. Unfortunatly, there was none left in my reserve, so I could not heal myself, and I could not go back behind me. The only thing to do now was go forward, no matter how painfull it was. Testing my wings ony brought more pain.

Swallowing again (why the heck do I swallow so much anyways?) I pushed myself into a standing position and slowly taking a step forward. One foot after another, again and again. Eventually, I lost myself in the rythem and lost focus on everything else. When I finally came back down to reality, it was just after sunrise, as I had walked throught the night and through part of the morning.

I stumbled forward once again, feeling the pain more now because I was less focused on walking and moving....somewhere. Taking in my environment, I was in a forest, the trees ancient and old, on the mountain still I think, for when I climbed onto a rock that stuck out to see at a different hight, I could see a lush valley below me. And, this made my heart stop for a second, a castle. And not just any castle, Even from here I could tell which one it was. The abandoned Necromancer Castle.

You see, many, and when I say many, I mean many, years ago, more than a century, the royal necromaner family, my family, lived in a castle like any other royalty. Until an invading force of villagers attacked. The villagers believed that necromancer's were evil and would send a herd of undead at them. Unwilling to fight them, my people decided to leave, and turn into nomads, for they agreed with the villagers. Together a group of necromancer's could potentually take over the world. We could telaport, rise the dead, and use shadows to help us fight and take down others. A whole force of us could kill everybody and everything.

So now the castle stood abandoned, in their decisions. We are still hunted by villagers and mostly unaccepted in the world even though our magic is just as ancient as the wizards, older even. Then again, looking at my aunt, I could see why. Making my way down the slop of the mountain in excitment forgetting my pain of my wounds for the first time in a while. I estimated that it would take all morning and most of the afternoon, with a few breaks included to get to the castle.

I did't care though, it was my rightful home, even if abandoned years ago. I had no doubt though that it would be rather beat up and dusty from being empty. I knew a little of what it looked like on the inside because my family had pictures in the books they used to teach me about our magic and culture. I knew that the feilds that once ringed it once hosted agriculture, and that was where most of the necromancers lived, for there are very few of us. I also knew for a fact that the royals lived in the upper most tower, so we could see everything that went down below us. It was magestic and wonderful. And soon, I would be arriving at the original place of the necromancer's, and our long forgotten home.