The Necromancers

The Necromancers

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Was there an end to the miseries? To the mysteries? It all was getting more and more complicated. I can't find who murdered my ma. I can't figure out who those exiled band of witches are. I can't deduce the outcome of doing what ma asked me to do. Most of all, I cannot figure out what I feel for Drystan. Everything is a chaos and I am all alone. There is so much going on around. My only family was brutally murdered by someone leaving no clues behind. My spells didn't help me locate the murderer either. So I had to go on a quest to find the answers of my own because in this world you come alone and go alone. But that is the good thing, he didn't let me go alone. And my friends didn't leave me behind either. They came along with me to find answers and face the monsters. Secrets. Lies. Betrayal. Friendship. Love. Mystery. An impossible quest. And some people from the past. This is what my life has come to after the murder of my ma.
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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