Do you ever get that feeling that you are just so completely and utterly trapped? Like no matter what you do, you feel confined and somewhat broken? That's how the rotary of necromancers feels like to not only me but a number of other necromancers. To me, it's nothing but a big gilded cage. Though some feel as if we should be caged like animals. Those who think that we are so utterly dangerous before we even do anything to hurt anyone.
Most of the necromancers are ripped much like i was. I've been a prisoner of the Rotary since I was only 6 years old-13 longs years ago- and i have made a number of friends, but i still feel little comfort here. The Superior Enchanter say that after a while, everyone starts to feel like family to you, but that seems impossible to me when the Templar's cold eyes are always on you- watching your every move-watching for any sign of corruption. And if you were considered corrupted... You would either be slain or made tranquil. To me, being tranquil is a fate worse than death itself. Not only is your magic are sealed off and so are your emotions. The tranquil i see around the rotary are a reminder to us what our fates might lead us to if we are not strong enough to become a full-fledged necromancer.
There aren't very many pleasures to explored at the rotary. But that doesn't mean they are nonexistent. In fact, the times i feel the most joy are the moments when me and my bestfriend, Mark, are together. Mark arrived at the rotary a year before me. So i looked up to him for help with my spells. In return, mark became my older brother to me, always looking after me. Even as the years progressed and as i excelled in my studies, our friendship did'nt falter. However, even if i thought i knew everything about mark, i felt like he was hiding something from me.
"Mark! For Makers' sake, slow down!" I You called after him, Mark finally stopped running and allowed me to catch my breath. Once i caught up to him, I instantly bent over and started gasping for air. I don't even know why we're running in the first place. My lessons with Superior Enchanter Armelito don't begin until our daily time in prayer, and that didn't start for ar least an hour or so. I didn't dare ask though. If i did I'd get the same answer as always " you need the exercise", he'll tell me and after hearing that fifty times in just the past month, it becomes very annoying. So, all I did was glare at him. Mark apparently thought this was funny, because he had this sly grin on his face when he walked over to me.
"Weeeew! Is little Christina tired?" He asked, mocking the way to i talk to the younger apprentices at the rotary. Which was twice as annoying since i turned 19 over nine months ago.
Without thinking, I limply hurtled my fist at Mark. Lucky for him, I was too busy trying to get the air back in my lungs that my physical strength withered. Mark dodged it with effortless ease.
"Shut up!" I cried, still gasping for air.
" I just finished the lesson with Superior Enchanter Armelito. I swear i was the one teaching him." Superior Enchanter Armelito was bice enough, but his memory was fading, and fast. However, I dont see him leaving for sometime, considering that he is one of the most liked Enchanter here besides Superior Enchanter Ruben. ( Ruben is like a Mother to all apprentices here including Mark and I). Mark smiled warmly and waved his hands in a warding off gesture.
" Fine, I get it. We need to go to the library. I need a certain book by the time the chantry starts their sermon or else Elvrich will have my head." Mark said. I gave him an irritated glare. This was just like him. Unlike Mark, I never put off my studies. I learned that lesson the hard way when i did the exact same thing ten years ago. The only difference was, this was Superior Enchanter Alexa's lesson when this happened, and that did not end well for me, at all. Superior Enchanter Elvrich wasn't that bad, but i hear that she is just about the same with Superior enchanter Alexa when it came to their students studies. Which meant that Mark was going to be in a heap of trouble if I didn't help him. I sighed and stood up right again, now that I got my second wind.
"How come you never do your work until the very last minute?" I asked myself out loud. Mark decided to humor me and answered brightly," because it's my favorite way of torturing you." I couldn't help but smile a little as I swatted his arm.
"C'mon then, I can't let Elvrich ripped off your head right now." I teased as lead the way to the library. I heard a chuckle erupt from behind me.
"That's your job, right Christina?" Mark added jokingly. I let a quiet giggle escape from my lips before briefly looking back at him and said, "That's right and don't you ever forget it."
