Necromancer by EndMaster R

Chapter 2: Death Awaits

Serena’s right, you’re going to need the help of others and you head to Mr. Demar’s office.

Mr. Demar’s class was probably the only one you didn’t struggle in too much. It’s not really a popular field given that conjuration can lead to summoning demons. Still, there is use for it on a minor level, though of course it’s strictly regulated by most governments.

Mr. Demar was a good professor, but the general agreement by everyone in your class, was that he was REALLY creepy. Plus there were always rumors about him. You always got the impression he was interested in doing a lot more with his area of expertise, but had to settle for teaching. He always seemed to be alright with you though.

When you get to his office, surprisingly it’s open and he’s busily shuffling some papers around.

“Mr. Demar?”
“Huh? What? Damn it, I thought I locked that door! Oh it’s you, what do you want? And lock that door.”
“Well uh…I had some questions…”
“Okay, what are they? Out with it.” He says continuing to look at some strange parchments.
“Well, uh…I guess it’s about magic, and I guess um…”

Mr. Demar looks up at you like he’s going to slap you for stuttering so much. You finally speak up.

“I want to know more about Necromancy.”

Mr. Demar steps back and gives you a few inspecting stares.

“I dunno what you’re talking about, in fact if you don’t get out of here I’m going report you to the dean for asking such questions.” He warns, but you get the impression that he’s not telling the truth. He probably thinks you were sent to spy on him by the dean or something. It’s not like he hasn’t been held under close scrutiny before.

“Mr. Demar, I’m not trying to get you into trouble, it’s me! I really want to learn Necromancy, and you’re about the only one I think can help me! I actually was worried about coming to you and I was nervous about the whole thing!”
“Hmm, well I guess I always did think you were inclined towards the dark arts and given your annoying stuttering a moment ago, you do sound like you were nervous. Okay, you want to learn? I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you like I’m currently teaching so many others right now. Surprised? Yes, the time is coming to pass that we who are inclined to REAL power begin to make our place in this world…permanently. Though I still have concerns about you, I mean while you did about average in my class, I’m well aware that you’re not exactly the best student in other fields. I question whether you can handle the power of the dark arts, let alone become a Necromancer.”

You stand up straight and reply. “I’m confident that this is my path.”

“Good, I’m glad you said that, because there’s no going back and this path is not for the weak. We also must maintain secrecy at all times until the day that we may take what is rightfully ours. Now come with me, we’re going to see exactly what kind of potential you have.”

Mr. Demar casts a spell and opens up a portal. He then prepares to enter it and beckons you to follow him, which you do. Suddenly you’re whisked away into a place of near darkness. Given your immediate surroundings you’d guess that you’re underground somewhere. You can hear the clinking of chains though nearby and moans.

“Where are we?”
“Your testing area, this where we’re going to find out what exactly you’re made of. In the next room, you’ll find some undead friends. They’re currently chained up, but they won’t be for long. Now, you can kill them, but as a Necromancer you’re supposed to be controlling them, so obviously you should try to do that.”
“But I don’t know how! You haven’t taught me any spells!”
“And I’m not going to, you’re going to have to figure this out yourself, but I will say this, it’s all about the strength of willpower. Tap into your magical energy and if you have what it takes, you’ll succeed. I’ll leave you to it.”

Demar disappears back into the portal and leaves you all by yourself. You’ve really gotten yourself into it and now there really isn’t any going back, and you can hear the chains from the next room dropping to the ground and the moans getting louder and closer.

There’s a large bone on the ground and not much else in the room, and you can’t run either as there are no other exits.