This is the first part of a ongoing story. It is imperative that I get rid of all mistakes now, so that it can work! Enjoy!__________________________________________________________________________________________
The Grand Necromancer looked upon his apprentice with pure scorn.
"You shall never become a Necromancer if you do not study!", he shouted angrily at his pupil. "If you ever do this again I shall turn you inside out and if you don't die then, I shall kill you and bring you back to life as a combot! Clear?!", his gruff, booming voice echoed through the hall, causing the growing fear in the pupil to reach terror.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry m-master", stammered the pupil,"I-It w-won't h-happen again", he knew what a combot was. It was a tourtured soul, meant to serve the person whom summoned it.
"It better not!", shouted the Old Necromancer."Now go to that far shelf and fetch the Telecomecon. We are going to cover Speaking"
The tone of his voice had changed so quickly that it took the pupil by suprise, but he did as he was told. He scurried to the furthest shelf and took out a book that was half the size that he was. It was covered in dust that was a inch thick. After lifting the heavy Tome and scurried across the room towards the Grand Necromancer.
"Now, Arthaea, what is the incantation for waking the past gone?", the Grand Necromancer asked his pupil.
"Necro, Necree, Necrae, Necaio", said Arthaea, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, as if that held the answer.
"Good, but why can't you use this at the moment?", asked the teacher, his anger for Arthaea completely gone.
"One, because there is no body and two there has to be the right environment. The environment is not right here because it is too damp", he said, as if he was quoting from a textbook. He had been a apprentice for many years. Eventhough he looked like a tall and thin seventeen year old boy, he was infact one hundred and fifty years old and had to learn all of the curses, spells and incantations in that time.
As the candle light flickered for a moment, his master said in a grave voice, "Very good, young one. Now, where are we to get a empty shell?", he asked this in a calm, yet grave voice. This made Arthaea nervous. He gulped,"From the cemetary, sir", he said, cautiously. The last time he got a question wrong the Grand Necromancer decided to bury him alive and didn't let him out for two weeks. "Yes, that is correct, Arthaea", replied the Grand Necromancer, "We are to get a empty shell tonight, so you had better go to your chamber", he continued, still keeping the grave tone of voice as he said this.
"Yes, sir", replied Arthaea and scurried off to his room. The Grand Necromancer sighed, I wish he would grow out of sleeping, he thought, I did when I was his age.
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P.S, A necromancer is a type of wizard whom uses death magic to wake up the dead, kill and communicate with them.
