The (Weird) Life Of A Teenage Necromancer

Trinklets

He found himself pacing back and forth in the confinements of the dark small room. Jars of various shapes and sizes sat upon crooked shelves that clung to the walls. There was no windows but only a doorway hiding in the shadows, creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. The warm yellow glow of a few low hanging lanterns was the only source of light keeping the darkness at bay.

Upon one of the many tables sat an array of bones, best of the best of course.

That is what made things so difficult.

He huffed in exasperation, critically eyeing the pieces scattered across the table. It was frustrating,  really, to make a decision that could either make his project a complete success....or a complete disaster.

His mood darkened even more as he heard a scuffle behind him. "What now, old man?"

You're being too sslow.

"Such things require patience," he grounded out, refusing to turn around. "It's surprising that one such as yourself knows not of this term."

At this age, patience sserves no meaning to me. He responded with a huff. A moment of silence passed and then he spoke in almost a timid whisper. Isss the. . . . . . ?

"Do not worry, it's over there safe and sound."

Safe? Nothing is ever safe around the likes of you. The annoying creature scoffed. Especially with something so preciouss.

He rolled his eyes and finally turned around. " Oh you doubt me? " He asked in mock hurt.

The small wrinkled creature only glared in response. I doubt all sshadow walkers. Especially under such unpleasant circumstancess but you know what one sayss...Desperate timess call for dessperate measuresss.

Without waiting for a response it turned away and hobbled over to the workbench, approaching a jar with a glowing purple and black mass trapped within. Silently the old man stared at it with a mixture of sadness, affection and wonder.

Not that he blamed him. He himself had encountered such instances where he realized that he had been staring, completely entranced by the glowing swirls wriggling about in an desperate attempt to become free. Souls were ever so fascinating.

The old man muttered something to it, too low for him to hear.  "Don't bother. She can't hear you. " He explained for the hundredth time.

Of all the sshadow walkersss you had to become acquaintance with, you picked the dull and grouchy one. He spoke to the soul again, this time loud enough for him to hear.

"Crazy old man, " he muttered darkly as he hunched over his work, his displeasure growing by the second. He then spoke louder as so his annoying companion could hear him, his hearing has proven to be defective much to his aggravation. "Now if you don't mind, I have work to be done and your bickering is serving no benefit for me."

A low throaty laugh shook his frail frame. It'ssss not like you were making much progresss. You've been staring at those bones for hours.

"You exaggerate" He scoffed.

No, the sun has set hours ago.

He blinked once before pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Dammit, the old man was right.

You need to resst.

"I'm well aware but I still need to solve this small dilemma before I get any rest."

There'ss no point in wearing yoursself out. You need food and resst, then tomorrow you can face your dilemma with a clear mind.

 His lips stretched into a feral grin. "Oh worried for my well being?" A sharp tug on his arm caused him to look down at Vidur's withered face. The old man was nothing more than a frail skeletal structure, something he could easily crush with his hands. It's been eons since he last had a taste of life itself. No doubt with age his soul would have definitely matured into something exquisite. Oh, so very tempting.

He finally looked away, feeling the weight of hunger and fatigue pull down on his shoulders. "Fine, you win old man."

Vidur grinned up at him, revealing a mouthful of rotting teeth and half-chewed chunks of his dinner. Resisting the urge to frown in disgust he made his way to the other side of the room, making sure that everything was locked in its rightful place.

Ressst well child.... Divur cooed at the soul.

A half-chocked laugh escaped his lips and he merely shook his head, deciding to keep quiet. His gaze caught on the soul and he paused, watching its delicate tendrils. It was such a shame really. Although they both had tried their best, he was too late. By the time he had arrived, her body was beyond the point of return. He had never seen such potent poison and in the end all he could do was secure the soul and flee undetected.

A frown tugged at the corner of his lips at his failure. But then again, he was no hero. This was no fairy tale in which the damsel is saved by a knight in shining armor, no hero to save the day.

This was reality and it was about surviving. Something he had become quite adapt at over the years. "Let's go" He said as snuffed out the lanterns, letting darkness envelope the room.

Without a backwards glance he walked forward, his body weary from work but his mind whirling with the possibilities of tomorrow.

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A/N: I'm back from my hiatus! :D Can you guess who it is? Anyways the schedule still stands and the next chapter shall be posted on Monday, January 26th.