You head to your apartment where you study your acquired books until morning and then sleep for the entire day.

When you wake up you write a letter to your family saying that you're going to be staying at Nuro for vacation since you have some extra curricular studying to do and a big opportunity could be opening up. You mostly study your necromantic books and absorbing the knowledge within.

You keep up with local news and the deaths of Big Red and his girlfriend are barely mentioned. You gather that you're in the clear.

Next week you get a letter in return from your Mom who says she's disappointed you won't be coming to visit, but pleased that you're doing well and your grades are back up. (At least Big Red came through for you on the nature magic thing before he died) She also mentions how proud she is of you.

If she only knew…

A month passes and you've almost finished the books you acquired, but you haven't been able to do any practicing which is something you desperately want to do. You feel like you got all this power within you and you're being forced not to use it.

You're so hot on raising some corpses you're on the verge of doing something rash. You ponder going to the local graveyard which is really risky given that there are always guards on duty and magical monitors in place to prevent such things from easily occurring.

Your other alternative is to kill someone and then raise them.

You kill someone

You were planning on killing Big Red and he was a demon, you think you'll be able to handle killing someone else that's less formidable.

You head back to the seedy part of Nuro at night. There are plenty of winos and ladies of the evening you can kill and then practice on.

You enter the alleys like some common murderer and begin to do your dirty work on those unfortunate enough to be in the general area. You typically drag these victims into some abandoned building and cast your spells.

You do this over the course of a month before one night while you're raising another prostitute you're walked in on by some common thugs who were using the building you were in as a hide out.

"Oh shit! That's Tina! I wondered what happened to her, she was my favorite whore!"
"And that's a fucking necromancer! Let's get outta here!"
"Fuck that, I don't back down from shit!"

You order your dead whore to attack one thug and then blast another with a beam of negative energy. The last one escapes screaming about a necromancer.

"Well, I guess it's time to play…" you giggle and raise the two thugs to join you.

You march through the slums killing everyone; it's all so easy for you. You don't feel a challenge; your dead horde just grows as you fill its ranks with the poor. You aren't even fatigued, you feel invincible and you're now determined to bring death to the entire city. No one can oppose you and if Mr. Demar and his Dark Order tries too, they'll get the same, for you're going to be the head necromancer in this city!



Soon your horde is numbering in the hundreds and you've drawn the attention of Nuro's mage guards at last. They do everything in their power to stop you, even leveling entire blocks to get to you. It's at that point you realize you might be in over your head.

You continue to fight however, you refuse to give up, but the odds are too great, and eventually a single sniper on a rooftop with a crossbow takes aim and pieces your skull, putting an end to your petty desires of conquest and your necromancer career.