"So, tell me again, how long have we been on our own?" Sumettai asked, already knowing the answer, her words were merely the catalyst for a ritual born of long practice.
Though she usually answered right away, Aisuna lingered in what she was doing this day. The wind caught at her heavy green gown and wrapped it around her thin and delicate form as she stood. The small squirrel she had been treating for a stomach ache bounded away, healed. "We've been on our own for years, but it seems like an eternity." Truthfully, she'd never really gotten used to the solitude. Before, Aisuna had always had Korimah or Shimona to talk to, and she was never lonely. Not that she was lonely here with Sumy. Its just that after the war she couldn't find he sibling, no matter how hard she searched. "I came here with you to rest after the war and to think of where we should search next for Korimah. That was almost ten year
Goldy-Chick and da Three Dawgs
One day down in the hood, there were three dawgs chowin' down on some gruel. So Pimp Daddy says, "Like my gruel is way too steamed." And Big Mama was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." So they uppin' went for a pimp ride to the ghetto. So like later, this Goldy-chick came and was cleanin' out the crib. She saw the gruel and was like, "I'm starved, I'm gonna eat me some." She tried Pimp Daddy's and was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." She ate some of Big Mama's and was like, "This *bleep*'s like freezing." Then Goldy-chick tried Lil' Dawgs and was like, "This *bleep* is Phat!" And she ate like all of it. Then she went to the den and tried the chairs. Pimp Daddy's was like too hard, and Big Mama's was like too soft. Then she tried Lil' Dawg's and was like, "This *bleep*'s da bomb, fo' sho!" But then the chair busted landing her flat on her butt. "*Bleep*, and that was comfy too."
Then she like went up the stair and was like, "Now this is a place to crash." She tried Pimp Daddy's be
Death Walker 2
"What in the name of the sky above and the earth below were you two doing? What reason have you to fight?" In her annoyance she didn't realize that she had death spoken until she saw the dark man start.
"So, you are a necromancer also?" He asked, also speaking the tongue of the dead, "I guess that explains why this man wouldn't die. Is he a necromancer also, or just under your protection?"
Something in the way he was looking at her set Ohsecha on edge. "He is a death walker. I know nothing more about him other then the fact that he is not of our world."
"Indeed," The dark man said looking back at Lore with some slight apprehension, "I have to admit that I tried to force his spirit into death because I thought him a threat. As you can see, it didn't work."
"Obviously, it is not his time," Ohsecha responded guardedly, "Ovven has been known to protect his chosen from death."
This appeared to startle the dark man,
Death Walker 1
All children in Abintra knew of the necromancers, knew of the work they did. Explanation was given the first time the heard of such a thing. There was no need to fear such beings; they were just another part of Ovven's vast creation in their world. Death need not be feared either, he was one of Ovven's creations as well. He was the one that led the spirit from the body and into the afterlife. Indeed, Death opened many doors into the next life. Sometimes he forgot to close all of them. That's why the necromancers were there, to close the doors that death left open. That is what the people were told, and that was what they believed. That was not, however, all the necromancers could do. To be able to close doors but not open them was dangerous. Incomplete knowledge had killed quite a few of the best necromancers to ever walk the face of the planet. Necromance
The Death Song
Rae stood among the rest for as long as she could, but it was too much. He was dead and it was all her fault. It was her fault she would never see him again in class, or talk to him in the halls. It was her fault there was an empty chair at dinner. She could not bear to be near the people she had taken him from any longer, it was just too hard to keep from breaking down, it was too hard to pretend not to blame herself when she did. Even as Finlay droned on about the life Nauhad led, Rae edged her way slowly to the back of the crowd. It wasn't hard really, everyone was doing something, either crying, comforting, or staring out into space. No one paid any attention to the petit girl with muddy brown hair. Disgustingly enough, Rae still hadn't had a chance to wash the blood and gore from her normally blond hair. No, not a single soul saw her as she bolted from the edge of the crowd. Of that, she was sure.
Blindness was nothing new; the cellars of the mansion had not been lit onc