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Published by: Dewyy on Sep 18, 2008
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Chapter 1
A boy, not over fifteen, walked around the castle’s outerbelt, walked the grounds, looking weary.He had just finished his Necromancy Exam; he was rather pleased with himself. A very old, weak looking man eyed him. He immediately recognized him—he frowned, willing him to keep quiet.The will didn’t work; only high-level sorcerers and advanced wizards could repel him. Theyoung necromancer was fourteen and a half. The necromancer had bright light blue eyes and hehad red hair. He was wearing a white tunic and brown leather pants; he had a Necromancer Apprentice cloak—a dark black cloak—over him.“Who—who are you?” the young necromancer stuttered, agitated.“Someone more powerful than thee, boy,” the mysterious man said, very amused. Then helooked into the boy’s eyes, and frowned with his word’s immediately. “Oh my dear lord! I didn’tknow—I mean… I’m sorry. I did not recognize you to be the High Necromancer’s son,” hestumbled, in awe. The boy shrugged nonchalantly. His dad, the High Necromancer, was thesecond-in-command, after the King, and was the heir to the throne.“We’re not close, so I’m not bothered. What does bother me, however, is you resisted my will for you to keep quiet.” The necromancer replied, wearily.“A high-level secret to sorcery,” he said dismissively. “So you and the Highman aren’t close, eh?Who would’ve thought that? You seem to be his little mischievous spy.” The man wasn’t asking if he was a spy, it was an implication that he
. The boy scowled; he wasn’t truly a spy, but theHigh Necromancer was not only a necromancer, but a sorcerer, alchemist, scholar, and highwizard—the Highman easily bent the boy to his will.“Think as you wish,” he said, sadly. “My name is Theo, the Apprentice-in-training,” he saidtiredly.“Mmmhmm. My name is Rexuses. But people call me Xuse,” he said mischievously, as if thename should’ve meant something. And, after a few moments of thought, it did make sense.“Yes, Xuse—I have apprenticed the King’s grandfather and the King’s father. And the highestsorcerer,” he said with a grin. Theodore nodded, not externally showing his carelessness. “Didyou know the difference between sorcery and necromancy?” Not waiting for Theodore to reply,he went on, “Sorcery is a very advanced version of wizardry, but it involves drawing magic fromthe dead as well as your environment. Necromancy, as you know, is summoning the dead and bidding them to do as you want.”Theodore frowned; regardless of the fact he and the Highman did not associate really, he had toattend the King’s feasts and such with his father. Looking at the sun, he judged it wasapproximately six o’clock—the feasts began at six thirty. “Feast time,” the young boy saidsimply, shrugging. “Come,” he said to the old crone, “you should feast with us, Xuse,”“Ah, but my lord, I cannot. Mentally and physically, might I add. I am neither alive, nor a ghost, Iam InBetween. With strong sorcery, and my age, I formed a body that keeps me here, but I ammagically stuck to my hut,” Theodore didn’t understand the man’s words, but left the house.
Theodore went to the castle on a black warhorse. The Highman and the King insisted he only rideon warhorses because it was only suitable for the third-in-waiting to the throne. His Necromancer Apprentice cloak was flying in the air absently, as he thought about Xuse. The man had been amentor to many of the Kings, he reminded himself, all though the old man did not offer apprenticeship to the boy. Theo considered it was because the man was not a necromancer, but hewasn’t sure.“Ey’ey,” the boy told the warhorse, slowing it down as he neared the castle. At first one of theguards advanced on him, then they realized it was the dark color of the Necromancer, and backedoff. “Good decision,” he muttered irritably as he past through the gate into the castle village. Thetownsfolk all looked at him pitifully, as if to beg for money. He ignored their pitiful glances and proceeded to the castle.Two white-vested guards approached him—white-vested guards are the village team, and black and gold-vested guards are the Castle’s. “Halt!” one of the white-vest’s snarled. Theodore lookedat the guard with amusement, as he summoned a local skeleton. The skeleton charged at the twowhite-vests vigorously. The necromancer’s face looked weary and ill; he was still a mere lad, andnecromancy took a lot of his energy. About ten minutes after he left the guards, he released thenecromancy on the skeleton and he went back to the grave.Theodore’s stablehand approached him. “Hello,” the necromancer said politely to the stablehand.“How are you today?” The boy nodded and said it was doing pretty well. Reaching for his pouchon the belt, he gave the stablehand one silver coin. “For your troubles,” and left the warhorse inthe stablehand’s care.As the boy entered the Dining Hall, he was surprised to see junior ministers and senior ministersas well as the Highman and King in the Hall. There was a long table, approximately fifteen-yardslong, and on the head sat the King, and on the head sat the Highman, and a vacant spot by Theo’sfather. Keeping his head down, he went to the empty seat by his father, and didn’t look up for hisfather’s scolding for him being late. “Glad you could join us, Theodore,” the King said, eying himintently. Ignoring the King, they began their feast. “Let us eat!” he roared, and servants came incaring silver plates full of meats, potatoes and desserts and plates of wines and beers.Respectively the servants went to the King and the Highman and served them first, thenTheodore. Theodore picked a bowl of warm potatoes with a light sauce, half of a pheasant, a legoff of a turkey, and a bowl of peas, pumpkin pie, and hot apple cider. Pleased with his choices for his dinner, he ate the potatoes quickly and the pheasant along with the peas. Then, all that was leftwas his warm glass of cider and the pie. He finished it off in a matter of minutes.Then, the boring part of the feasts started—the discussion on their kingdom. As the senior ministers discussed how their part of the territory was going, Theodore was thinking of what hewould say when it was his turn to speak. He was considered a junior minister of the outerbelt of the castle. He really didn’t care for the peasants of that area, but he did his job pretty well. Seeingas he was the youngest minister, he was last. It was his turn to speak: “Well, everything is going pretty well. The peasants are starving, but the majorities have yet to pay their taxes. I say it istime we intervene and take their home from them,”“You’re ignorance is why you will never be a senior minister,” the senior of the outerbelt snarled,“You think you can undermine me! You’re a
minister—I am the
minster of the area.We are not taking their homes. They are poor; give them time.”
“Why you are in power is beyond me,” the Highman snarled. “I am
Highman; a necromancer,sorcerer, alchemist, scholar, and high wizard. I am the master minister, above all other ministers.It is unwise to talk so foolishly of my son right before me and your Kingship,” he snarledirritated.“ENOUGH!” the King boomed. “I think it is time we release some of the ministers,” he saidsimply. “I don’t care if you’re born into nobility directly or if you are a noble yourself, you’re not promised a seat on the minister council,” the King frowned. “My kingdom is not going to bewarring with each other, when other evils are lurking. We need be to be united now more thanever. We have, in record, one necromancer—the Highman—and his son, two sorcerers, two seers,one wizard, four healers, and two alchemists! Magically we are weak.”Theo left the room of the warring ministers, and went to his father and his wing of the castle. Hethought of going to his half of the wing, but then he decided he would go to his father’s part; hewas interested in his father’s forbidden study to anyone and everyone. As he attempted to enter the door to the study, he considered something—his father would have magical barriers; else justanyone could get into the study.Theodore immediately sent a surge of energy through the doorknob, a thing he learned from hisfather’s wizardry—the boy knew no more wizardry than the surge he did on the knob. It eruptedto a dark yellow color; that let him know it was highly trapped. Then, from about of an inch fromthe doorknob, he sent a stronger surge into the doorknob and it opened swiftly.Grinning with his ability, he entered the study. It was fascinating! The whole left and right wallswere nothing but bookshelves which had too many books for the space on them. The right bookshelf was completely full with the wizardry books, necromancy books, his scholarly books,alchemy books and many other books. The left bookshelf was filled up with past Highman journals and other books.The young necromancer selected a old, worn book that was dated 1546 from that times Highman,all though that Highman was a wizard, not a necromancer. He sat in his father’s swivel chair,grabbed the old man’s diary, and read. But as he evaluated the situation, he realized it wasn’t adiary… No, it was the man’s brain, incarnated into one “diary” so to speak.

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