The cult told me I was left outside their doors, I don’t know where I come from
My fate was to be found and taken by the Old Necromancer
I was educated by him in necromancy until I was old enough to begin my apprenticeship
From that point on, I would show the face they gave me
And in an instant I became…
The tools of the trade were given to me by themDabdee.. The Necromancer’s Apprentice
Excellent progress was made during the apprenticeship
But the cost of that power was high
The concepts assimilated gave excellent results.
Until that moment..
I was drained of my emotions as I learned various rituals, leaving only darkness and lust for power.
After returning from a lesson, I discovered a message from the Old Necromancher and more
They had entrusted me with a little girl.....
I was fooled to such a degree that my emotions were aroused, which is not acceptable for a necromancer, so I went to protest
Even during my apprenticeship, I couldn’t comprehend how the old necromancer could entrust me with such a task. A distraction from attaining power
And here I was before the leader of the cult, the old Necromancer a gloomy and emotionless figure.
Even after all my explanations I got no results......
But only the order to carry out this task without objection
Initially,
coexistence was not easy
I didn’t think it was so difficult to take care of that little girl.
Although reluctant after a while his presence begins to not bother me anymore.
Indeed I began to appreciate the company and the innocence of that little girl.
But just when everything was going well
Another event brings a change in my apprenticeship
I tried to ask for explanations....
The little girl was gone
But it was all in vain, the little girl was gone....
Back in my room I realized how much the presence of that little girl had become for me. That little creature managed to awaken my long dormant feelings.
Sad and aware of my sadness, I forced myself to go on and complete my apprenticeship.
And then comes the day of my final test. There in front of me was the Old Necromancer.
To my surprise, the little girl was also brought into the room.
After placing it on the ritual altar, the old necromancer handed me the sacrificial blade.
The old necromancer orders me to face the ultimate sacrifice to abandon any remnants of emotion to become a true necromancer.
But after a moment my heart had already made the decision for me.
For a moment my breath stopped, my soul was in the midst of a storm of doubts and indecisions.
I don’t know if there will be repercussions from the cult,
Leaving the knife, I took the little girl with me and turned my back on all those who until now I had considered my only family.
but I know that in front of the crossroads that fate has placed in front of me,
I have taken the right path, that of light
I want to start by thanking you for hanging on to the end. This is a small, if we want to call it that, project realized during my academic studies, I hope you enjoyed it and you were passionate about it. For more content and some excerpts from the making process and updates on my next projects, feel free to follow me on my social. Thanks again
CIAO BELLI!
