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 1All 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 SongRae 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
The Actual Death SongWho's a weepin' Who's a weepin' Weepin' midst the willows? Who's a weepin' Who's a weepin' Crying on the hill? Who's that weeping? 'Tis not I, 'tis not I For they have been fulfilled. The valley sings The valley sings Sings with sounds of gladness The valley sings The valley sings Where before was only sorrow The valley sings And I sing with it
Shuylin I bid you welcome. To my house of horrors. Some people say Houses don't have memories But they are wrong Houses remember, and so do I, tonight I dream of death Tonight, the dead rise again There is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. Don't be scared, little one I'm sure our end will be quick. If you ever need me, I'll be right here Waiting for my demise and yours Sometimes, dead is better.