The Diary of A Necromancer – Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter 3 – Dark & Cold
The boy did as the man directed, and as he did he felt as though they were surrounded by an impenetrable darkness. Swirling winds going all directions surrounded them, as if they were pulling at every inch of them. And then it stopped. The boy nearly stumbled backwards as he opened his eyes. He saw his master walking towards a carriage. The very one the boy and his parents were in before the accident. The boy hurried to catch up to the man, though as he got closer to the carriage the boy’s stomach sank.
There he saw his father covered in blood laying in the grass, dead, with what looked like a sword plunged into his chest. The boy could feel the blood drain from his face. His body went numb as he continued to move where his master stood in front of the carriage doors. He peered around the man into the carriage’s interior. His mother’s lifeless blue eyes stared back at him, blood dripped from the long slender wound across her throat. The boy stared at his mother’s outstretched hand, quietly beckoning for the boy to grasp it. The boy wanted nothing more than to grab that hand, and yet he was frozen. Tears streamed down his face. The longer the boy stood there the harder he began to cry. He cried for what felt like ages until his face grew tired and the tears stopped. Without thought, he raised his hand towards his mother’s. He hesitated though. The boy knew she was dead, and dead things should be avoided, feared. But he could not fear his mother. He held her cold hand in his as he stared into her eyes. The man watched the boy intently and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
Just then a thought cross the boy’s mind. “You can save them…” the boy said quietly, still numb. “You can save them like you saved me.”
The man smiled. “I’m afraid their souls are gone from here. There is nothing I can do.”
“But you’re a powerful sorcerer… Your magick saved me.” said the boy quietly. “I was … dead … wasn’t I. I should be dead….I should be with them.” The boy looked up at the man, whose piercing eyes stared back. “You brought me back.”
“Yes. I did.” replied the man calmly. “Magick is…. difficult. There are certain requirements.” The man turned his gaze towards the boy’s mother. “I was able to bring you back because your soul had not quite left your body. But the souls of your parents are not of this earthly plane any longer.” the man looked at the boy whose eyes began to drift. The boy stared back at his mother, his hand still in hers.
“Let us go from here.” said the man.
The boy looked quickly at the man, fear beginning to creep in at the thought of leaving his parents there. “We’re not leaving them!” the boy exclaimed. At that moment the boy wanted nothing more than to climb into his mother’s arms.
“Of course not. We can take them with us if you like.” the man said reassuringly. The boy looked up at the man and nodded. The man turned and walked back towards his father’s corpse. The boy, relieved by his master’s words, continued to hold his mother’s hand ever so gently until the man returned. Then sorrowfully, the boy let go of his mother’s hand and faced his master.
“Ready?” the man asked.
The boy peered around his master, eyeing the spot where his father’s body laid, but it was gone. He turned back for one last look at his mother and nodded, staring up at the man. The man smiled and nodded in return and said. “Eyes closed now boy”. Darkness took them once again as they moved without moving once more.
Chapter 4 – The Castle in the Cliffs
This time the boy steadied himself. Soon he heard a loud rushing sound and the call of gulls flying overhead. The boy breathed in the salty air as he opened his eyes. Before him the boy saw what looked like mountainous cliffs hollowed out by the constant flow of ocean waves. In the midst of the cavern the boy could make out what looked like an old fort or castle that was built from the surrounding stone. His master stood on the beach beside him, his parents bodies laid on the sands close by. The boy gazed outward towards the horizon and stared into the far reaching watery abyss. The rocky coastline was riddled with countless shipwrecks, where the boy was sure many sailors met with an untimely demise. The boy looked up to the man who stared back, waiting.
“What shall we do with them?” The man asked.
“Bury them.” the boy replied, through watering eyes. “Where can we bury them?”
“Hmm…” The man contemplated suitable resting places. “Do you see that tree there?” The man pointed a short distance away. To call it a tree was generous exaggeration. The boy turned his gaze to a small, pale and withering tree with one branch seemingly reaching towards the castle fort that stood near the foot of the cliffs. “Will that do?”
The boy nodded.
“Good then”. The man put his hand on the boys back and lead him towards the tree.
Once they reached the tree, the boy gazed at it. “We’ll need shovels” he said.
The man smiled. “Oh no. We won’t be needing that.” he said.
They exchanged looks. “As you’ve already noted, I am a powerful sorcerer, remember. I can cast many kinds of spells. I can move through the shadows, see into people’s dreams, control the very sea, conjure spirits, and return a soul to it’s vessel, as I did with you…” the man gestured toward the boy and took a few steps away towards the water, gazing at the shipwrecks lining the coast. “But of all the magicks at my disposal I have mastered one above all else.”
He looked back at the boy. “You see, my boy, where most magicians are charlatans, and court wizards are but scholars of the arcane arts that attempt to divine the future in their quest for money and fame, there are those with real magick, who can heal the sick, speak with animals, and command the very forces of nature, who want power, influence, recognition for their good deeds.”
The man paused and turned to face the boy, he slowly advanced forward as he spoke, a wicked grin growing ever more steadily and sinister across his face. “And then there are those like myself who have applied their magickal knowledge and skill towards the one ultimate goal, that humanity seeks…” The boy began to feel uneasy, his stomach turning in knots. “To overcome death itself, and in doing so, master it.”
The man stood over the boy now, his teeth bared in a frightening smile, they both gazed into eachother’s eyes. The boy’s chest was tight, his heart pounded rapidly with fear, his body frozen with terror. The man whispered. “I have mastered death. I command the dead and do dealings with all manner of demons, monsters and otherworldly beings of the next life and beyond to do my bidding“. The man’s face reached down towards his, and again the boy could smell the familiar odor wafting from the man’s breath. That stale, putrid air, which the boy now knew was the tempting scent of death and decay. Their eyes locked together in a share knowing. Then the man lifted his head and turned, gesturing towards the sandy beach. “Behold the power of a true sorcerer, one who has mastered death!”
The boy was so focused on the man in front of him that he didn’t notice the shambling corpses moving along the sandy shore towards them. Among the undead was his parents, pale and bloody. The boy was unaware of the shrill shriek that left his lips. He was beyond terror as tears flooded his eye and began to cloud his vision. For an instant however he was almost relieved. Relieved to see his mother again, moving gracefully, even in death, closer towards him.
Just then the boy heard a soft rumble. The sands beneath his feet began to shift, sinking, and falling away. The boy cried out as he lept backwards. The sand where he previously stood was now a gaping hole, a grave suitable for two. The boy was overwhelmed and stumbled backwards, falling onto the sands as he watched his parents climb into their sandy tomb and lay themselves to rest.
The man continued to watched the boy in amusement with a smirk on his face. The boy shifted himself onto in his knees. “Mama! Papa!” he cried as the sands began to fill the grave. In a trance, the boy watched the last of the sands settle around the withering tree, with no sign of his parents in sight.
The boy’s trance was broken at the scent of death and sounds of shuffling coming toward him. Suddenly he saw the decaying corpses, skeletons really, their mouths agape and their arms outstretched, reaching for him.
Terrified, the boy tried to scrambled away, but another undead wrapped it’s boney fingers around the his arm from behind. “No! Noo!” the boy shrieked as another corpse grabbed his other arm. The boy struggle to free himself from their supernatural grip. The man’s undead minions carried the boy towards the castle entrance where the man stood waiting. “Let me go!” the boy cried.
The man peered into the boys face with his piercing eyes. “Now that your parents have been taken care of…” said the man as he turned towards the castle doors which opened on their own accord. “Welcome to your new home, my boy!”. The man let out a cackling laugh as he walked up the castle steps and through the entrance stone entrance way.
“No! No! Let me go! Let! Me! Goo!” the boy cried through his tears as the undead minions carried him inside the stone fortress.