The Necromancer

Chapter Fifteen

Hank floated behind Nathan as he walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"So how did you find out a necromancer came to Drazora?" Nathan asked.

"Word gets around quick." Hank replied.

Tharin appeared around the corner and fell into step with Nathan. "Who are you talking to?" Tharin questioned.

"Hank, he's a ghost won't leave me alone." Nathan shot a pointed look at the ghost.

"Can't you just ignore him?"

"Unfortunately, no. Ghosts hate being ignored more than anything. Since I'm one of few people who can see them and will respond, they follow me around day and night."

Tharin sat down with Nathan at the Necromancer's table. Nathan grabbed some toast, spreading strawberry jelly on it.

"What's the deal with you and Amara?"

Tharin shrugged. "She's a freak. What more is there?"

"You two can't even be in the same room without wanting to kill each other."

"It's not my fault she's built like cellophane. I don't know how she even made it into this school."

"Cellophane?"

"Yeah, her aura. You can pretty much see right through it because her magic is so weak. Her whole family has become weak after they stopped caring about keeping their auras strong."

Hank laughed. "Ah, this must be one of them Kronin boys. The Clarke's and Kronin's have been feuding for about a century now. I remember when Thomas Kronin shocked everyone when he took his wife's last name."

"Why does it even matter if your family's auras are strong?"

Tharin scoffed. "I forget how much of an idiot you are sometimes. It matters because if you marry someone with a weak aura then your kids will have weak auras. It's like a genetic trait that's passed down just like blue eyes or brown hair."

This time it was Hank's turn to scoff. "He's been brainwashed. Family genetics is one small factor but in the end it's all random," Hank commented.

"Can you two stop talking at the same time? I can't keep up with both conversations," Nathan said, rubbing his temples. "So does family genetics matter or not?"

Tharin and Hank answered at the same time.

"Yes."

"No."

Nathan groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You guys are just confusing me even more."

Tharin rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee. "That ghost hasn't lived in like a hundred years I bet. Anything he knows about aura's is probably outdated."

"Brainwashed!" Hank reminded, waving his arms about.

"Whatever. I don't really care at this point. Can you just promise to stop fighting Amara? At least while I'm around?"

Tharin seemed like he was going to argue for a second until he remembered how the last time ended with Nathan in the hospital. "Oh yeah, sure."

The clock chimed nine o'clock, letting the students know classes would be starting soon.

"Come on. Let's get to class before we're late."