I Was a Teenage Necromancer

Chapter 4- Hallowed Ground

"Pain! Yes! That was painful!" Scott grimaced as he tried to shake some feeling back into his limbs that wasn't white-hot agony. He'd drawn as much necrotic power as he'd dared, and let it overflow all at once. While she'd have to be in the next state to miss that, it made his wounds ache and burn. But it seems it worked; a yellow light was headed straight for him through the trees, a pale blue one following at a distance. Scott frowned as he saw it, though. Something was wrong.

"Sco...tt." Amber gasped, crashing in front of him. His eyes went wide in horror. Her legs were wispy, indistinct. Her body's form was fuzzy. And worst of all her yellow aura, normally a healthy sunset gold, was pale and dimming. "I...made...it..."

She was fading into oblivion.

"Holy hell! Amber! What happened?" He picked her up, only a torso with smoke pouring from her waist.

"She..." She pointed to the blue ghost behind her, screeching like a banshee. Scott looked up to glare at her, his eyes glowing green.

"Aᴢᴍᴇᴛʜ Zᴇɴᴋᴇᴛ." he said and waved his hand, his words as heavy as coffin lids slamming together at midnight. She didn't even have time to scream before she was blown away.

"Sc...ott..." Amber croaked, her form becoming fuzzier and fuzzier.

"Shhhh, it's okay," he said, holding her head. "You did good." She tried to smile, but her right arm dissolved into light and vapor. Scott gulped. "Listen. I didn't want to do it, but we have no choice. I can save you. Do you want to live, no matter the cost?" he asked quietly.

"Dun...wanna...die..." she managed, growing paler by the minute.

"Got it." He turned and limped to the clearing next to the grave, so as not to interfere with the binding sigils.

He gently laid her on the ground, then drew a circle around her with a stick. Muttering incantations, he marked four sigils in the cardinal directions, then drew a line to a circle at his own feet. Grabbing a rock, he used its pointed edge to rip open a wound from his earlier fall, letting it bleed. Dabbing his fingers in the blood, he painted a sigil on her heart, and pulled down his shirt to make the same mark on his own chest. Clapping his hands together, he began reciting the final incantation of the ritual.

"Orinous...orinous. Kalhoom fleigh z'nasth. Aum. Aum. Col'hastavaugh. Enteth...c'ma fagoonist!" Scott slammed his palms on the ground. A metal chain sprouted from his chest, snaking through the air to attach itself to Amber's heart, making her gasp. His eyes glowed, and a green light filled the circle around him, spilling over to the circle around what was left of Amber and illuminating her from below. She rose into the air, the brilliant green light shooting up through the trees. Scott grunted as the green light seeped around the chain, crawling up and pouring into her. Amber shuddered; for the first time in too long, she felt her heart beating.

The green light continued to fill her. It felt...tangy, for lack of a better word, like raspberry lemonade. She held her hand up and saw her fading yellow aura turn toxic emerald and much, much brighter.

"Waaah!" With a fwoomph her arm and legs sprouted again, along with a surge of energy that made her feel alive in every sense of the word. "Ooooooooh yeah! Whoa! Good mornin', sunshine!" She turned to Scott, sparks bursting from her skin. "What did you do?" He gave her a weak grin.

"Glad to see you back." He slumped to the ground, exhausted.

"Hey! Hey! Scott! Hey!" She floated over and shook his body. "Don't you die too! Hey!"

Scott groaned and rolled over on his back.

"Jeez, give a guy a minute. I just reversed ectoplasmic entropy at the last minute. Let me catch my breath." She sighed in relief.