There's a serial killer in your town. Unfortunately for them you are a necromancer and you have fun driving that maniac insane. -- AmberFox
[AN: Sincere apologies for the glitch that erased your post from my notice for two firkin months]
They just do it for the attention, I swear. Every single one of them is not just a murderous maniac, but an egocentric attention sponge. If I was a more impolite person, then I would have ruder words for them. Either way, they never really learned any great talents, but they want fame.
Much in the same way a toddler wants that sweet cake before dinner, but I digress.
My name is Zahilde, and I'm a necromancer. I know, I know. You think I'm all darkness, vampires, and creepy shadow bullshit. Nothing could be further from the truth. Ever sacrificed a billion bacteria from an infected wound? That's fun. The real fun started when I found the remains of Joia Dekersk while out looking for 'medicinal' toadstools.
She'd been out there for a while, but not long enough for the scavengers to do tremendous damage. So I dragged her home on an improvised travois and set about restoring her to life.
Pro tip: mend all the wounds and restore any of the missing pieces before you bring them back. Otherwise they just die again and that's a waste of a perfectly good spell.
They always wake up screaming when they died a traumatic death. You get used to it.
She didn't know who got her, but there were four decent suspects. I told her not to tell anyone she'd been dead, which she agreed to. News like a necromancer in the neighbourhood tends to end in a pyre for the necromancer. To everyone else, I'm crazy old Zahilde near the woods. The mad healer who never lost a patient.
You can guess why.
I wrapped up her leg and gave her a crutch and told her to limp for a week.
Then I had 'business' in town and watched everyone Joia happened to pass by. None of her suspects batted an eye.
Hm.
Next was Shawna Denni, again left in the woods to rot, but I happened upon her when she was still warm. She had a different handful of suspects, none of them matched with Joia's.
Same trick as before, and nothing in the way of a lead.
It's been going on for months, now. Despite the fact that I know damn well it's Camden Vavred. The only boy in the village who delights in being a butcher.
He does not so much delight in watching his victims walking around as if nothing happened. He must think he's going mad.
He keeps me busy. It's easier to kill folks than revive them. The ever-growing Past Victims Club is trying to figure out a good enough curse to lay on him. After all, dying hurts. They want some kind of recompense.
Revenge is a dish best served in multiple portions. If we can arrange it.
[Image (c) Can Stock Photo / sasimotophotos]
If you like my stories, please Check out my blog and Follow me. Or share them with your friends!
Send me a prompt [64 remaining prompts!]
