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.