Chapter 1

I am a necromancer…and I don’t mind being a necromancer when I think of things. Well first off, witches are burned, vampires are staked or scorched alive by holy water or sunlight, and sorcerers usually go down with their own ship by an exploding potion or something. Hmm, peculiar…all these things seem to die by fire. I guess that’s how the phrase “kill it with fire” began.

Oh, by-the-way, my name is Kristy. Seemingly ordinary name. Black hair, gray eyes, short, slender. Seemingly ordinary girl right? Just Kristy, no need for last names on this world. Of course, I’ve never met someone with the same name as anyone else. It’s like the parents fish names out of a pond. One name per person. Freaky, actually.

I live on Lacrose. The tenth world of the 2^nd galaxy known to the Universe. There’s not much to say about this place. Like many worlds, it rejected the Android build up of 3005 and feared tyranny of Shaylin and her Ancients of Evil World in 3015. I wasn’t alive for those things, but they still talk about them. Makes me wonder if they’re true or not. But, what I do know is that somewhere between the panic, everything that I needed for my answers, was lost in the mix.

When I turned sixteen, it began. I started having dreams about the dead, about scavenging the forest looking for mushrooms and herbs. When the dream turned to a vision of a knife in my hand, plunging into someone’s chest, I finally reached out for help.

The therapist, like so many before him, thought I was having suicidal episodes or perhaps evolving into a psycho. There was no history of “magic” in my family. I wasn’t a vampire. The therapist prescribed anti-depressants. Of course the pills didn’t help. So much for professional help. But, he did tell me if I could find one, to go talk to a friendly witch or psychic.

I found a psychic, but after the first time she touched me, she wouldn’t dare do it again. She was able to say that death surrounded me. I needed to be careful. I asked what she thought I was. She said one word.

“Necromancer.”

I really didn’t know what that was so I got down to my studies. According to a few books I read, necromancers, like so many other creatures, were thought to be mythical. Well, since the Vampires, witches, and wizards made their selves known, people have been questioning what is myth and what is real.

I tried one more time to go back to that psychic for I had questions for her; however, she was gone. So much for getting mythical help.

I’m eighteen now and am still so far away from the answers I want. Though I have found out that necromancers have certain abilities in potion making, which explained the mushrooms and herbs in my dreams, there is still a lot to learn and less resources to find those answers.

So now I’m standing outside of a house that a supposable “nice” witch lives at. It’s hard to believe. A witch that’s nice? I’ve never heard of one before, but the professor that I have been working with to find my answers said that she would be willing to meet me. Maybe she’ll be decent. Truly I’ve never met a witch before. Did they have green skin and warts like the pictures in the books insisted?

Like a narrator would say, there’s only one way to find out.