The Necromancer

Chapter One

An old man and a woman stood next to each other, looking into a pool of blue water. This water shimmered as the man ran his hand over its surface and an image of a young boy appeared in the water.

"Nathan Norwood," the man stated, naming the boy.

"His aura is stronger than any I've seen before," the woman commented.

"Yes, he holds great power." Nathan was walking with a backpack slung over his shoulder, passed a cemetery. He seemed angry, and shouted back at someone even though there was no one there.

"He feels alone. His aura guards him well, but not well enough," She speculated, "Do you think he is, is a-?" Nathan rushed past the cemetery, his face pale white as though he had seen a ghost.

"There is only one way to know for sure."

"Are you sure that is best? What we have seen of his power is strong, and dangerous. Not to mention he is unstable even more so with the type of power he may have."

"That is exactly why he should come here, before someone else finds him and uses him for something far more dangerous than anything he can do now." The man ran his hand over the image; it faded before returning to its original clear blue color. "I shall depart tomorrow morning, and return as soon as I can with the boy. I assume you will be able to keep things running as per usual until I return."

"Yes sir," the woman responded.

"Is there something on your mind?"

"I simply fear for what is to come. His aura gets stronger each day and with that life cannot possibly stay the same. Evil still lurks in the shadows. I wish you safe travels." The woman bowed in respect before exiting the room to return to her duties. The man sat down in his old arm chair.

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The old man stepped through the portal out onto a sidewalk. Although he left early in the morning it was well into the afternoon here. The boy from the pool of water appeared, unknowingly walking towards the man.

"Norwood!" called a group of boys his age tauntingly. "Talking to yourself again?"

"Get lost Evan!" Nathan shouted back. Evan grabbed onto Nathan's backpack.

"Going somewhere?" Nathan growled and swung a fist at Evan. "Tsk, tsk. That's not how a proper man should act. But you're not a man at all. You're just a little boy who talks to himself. Aren't you Norwood?"

"I don't talk to myself," Nathan growled, struggling to free himself from Evan's grasp.

"Of course you do, I've seen you. Everyone has. That's why everyone thinks you're a loser." Evan let go, shoving Nathan to the ground. "That's why Addison won't go out with you. That and she's hopelessly out of your league." Evan kicked Nathan in the stomach. "She deserves better than a piece of trash like you." Evan kicked him several more times. "What, can you not take a hit? Stand up and fight like a man Norwood." Nathan gasped, struggling to move. Evan motioned to his friends to hold Nathan. "You are weak. That's all you'll ever be, weak." Blood dripped from his nose as Evan punched him in the face.

"Help me," Nathan mumbled.

Evan smirked. "Giving up already? Talking to no one won't help you at all." The ground began to rumble. A strange gargling noise sounded, followed by a ripping sound.

Evan, who was preoccupied with gloating, didn't see what his friends did. "Evan, I, I think we should go."

"Why, are you scared?"

"Of that, yes," his friend responded, pointing at the earth in the cemetery. Evan turned his head to see a mangled, bony hand rise out of the earth. "I'm outta here!" They dropped Nathan and scrambled to run in the opposite direction. Evan seemed frozen in place. A growl erupted from the earthy grave.