Chapter 16 The death of the Necromancer
"I feel the same as you…” I said with a smile, then I laughed, which quickly turned into a cough, a cough with blood. It’s really ridiculous, that two deadly enemies a moment ago were lying next to each other and caring for each other…Two dying enemy Necromancers caring for each other? It was too ridiculous.
"We both will die here together now…” He said softly. "It's a pity. If only I didn't use the dagger just now..."
"Yes, if I didn't issue the last burst spell, it would be fine..." I said so. But what if neither of us made the move that we both regretted now, what would happen? Maybe I was still the unknown magician on the street, or he was still the killer Necromancer who threatens the entire Kingdom.”
I looked around. It was dead empty surrounding us. There was nothing except for the dead devil bodies on the ice land. Lewis’ troop was wiped away at the time when we destroyed the mountain hill. The terrible magic was between us would threaten anybody from coming over checking out what had happened. With both of us being deadly injured…This would be our tomb, unless a miracle happened. How much longer can I live? I clearly felt the power of my life was slowing dying out. Maybe I could hold on for another hour, maybe another ten minutes! It’s strange that at this moment of death, I had no fear, but calmness! Extreme calmness!
"Why did you become a Necromancer?" After a little silence, I asked him all of a sudden. I didn’t know why I asked this question. Actually what did it matter why he became a Necromancer—maybe I just wanted to make sure he didn’t have the same reason as I did! I was looking at the side of his face, though nothing changed on his face, he didn’t seem so ugly now.
"For a promise, a relationship..." He looked at the sky and answered. The sky now looked really blue, intoxicatingly blue.
"A long time ago, when I was just an ordinary person..." His voice was very gentle and he was talking peacefully. I couldn’t tell his real age previously, but now I can clearly see the crow’s feet next to his eyes. He should be around 50 to 60 years old. “I fell in love with a woman, but the ordinary ritual did not allow us to be together…”
He told me as if he was expressing his true feelings to an old pal, though we were deadly enemies an hour ago. Death is fair. Under its equal scoring, both of us would soon become tributes. We have turned from dead enemies to pitiful pals. No one could better understand the mind of a Necromancer than another Necromancer, especially at a time when both were about to die.
"...She was destined to be the wife of the lord, and I was always an ordinary poor young magician... Even if we both just wanted to escape from here, it was impossible. If we did that, her parents would be revenged by the lord…She met me the day before her wedding. She told me it was the last meeting. She said she would love me forever, no matter what she turned into or I turned into…”
For love... He became a Necromancer for a woman. Although I had never experienced such kind of unforgettable love, I can imagine the despair and anger at that time. Only when one can’t see hope, would the desperate one gave up everything in pursuit for the power, the dark power!
"On the day she got married. I headed into the mountain. I had been pleading with God, for a turnaround opportunity. Nevertheless, it was useless…So starting that day I began to curse, cursing My own incompetence, cursing all the gods. I swore in despair that I would sell my soul if I was given the power to regain my love…”
"So you used that spell and called out ‘it’?”
"...Yes, I asked for power from ‘it’, ‘it’ agreed. But I had to surrender my look and legs to ‘it’ in return...I had no choice...”
What! This was not his original look? I looked at him again, trying to ignore the uneven face that seemed to have been burnt by flames and to predict his look at the shape of his face. But I failed. But I was sure he was a good-looking young man, maybe more handsome than me. It’s really strange, why did ‘it’ make such a request to him? When ‘it’ entered into an agreement with me, ‘it’ didn’t ask for any change, but just a sign on my left eye as a symbol of our alliance!
"And then?" I couldn't help to ask. My curiosity was really strong, even at a time like this. It was my master who cultivated my strong curiosity. He said that a magician was an outstanding magician only with enough level of curiosity…
"And then? Then I had the power to recapture my lover... I used to have everything else but power… Then I had the power but lost everything else... I was wrongly taken the human impulsive vows as eternity and I paid irreparable price for it…In the end, it was an empty talk, it was all lies...A woman’s heart can’t be grasped... I had completely changed. I was no longer the same person. Even though my heart had not changed, my appearance had completely changed...So gone with the wind was the pledge of my lover…It was the handsome young magician whom she swore to love forever, not this ugly crippled Necromancer…” There was a sudden burst of madness in the eyes of Lewis. He began to laugh, but the blood rushed out of his throat. The bursting spell that I released earlier began to take effect. He laughed and vomited blood. It didn't look horrible at all. It was just miserable!
"Then why do you want to marry the little girl?"
"Hey, marry her? I want to prove to those who laugh at my appearance that as long as there is power, there will be everything else... that little girl, how could she be one of the ten thousandth of her... If she is not a princess, I ......" He kept vomiting blood, and the glow in his eyes began to diverge sharply. He had come to the end of his life.
I quietly watched his laughter weaken. His eyes slowly closed. The muscles on his face stopped twitching and the last bit of his life was eventually extinguished.
"Some with loose morals,
Your name is known as woman! ”
The poem echoed softly next to my ear. This was the last sentence of Lewis!
I turned my head around and looked straight at the sky. With blood loss and the cold on the mountain, my body was gradually losing consciousness. This was the proper ending for a Necromancer - to be thrown on the mountain and eaten up by the vulture. Despite the fact that this mountain was too high for any vulture, there was not much difference.
I closed my eyes and felt the disappearance of my life calmly, waiting for the inevitable moment for any life…
There was something fall onto my face, no, it was a lot of things that softly wept through my face. I felt a little itchy on my fact, but it was quite comfortable. Then those things moved to my neck…
I opened my eyes and saw the face that was staring at me, the little girl?
Her properly combed hair was completely messed now, with soft hair hanging on, some on my face…
I was still alive? No, I should have died... I was still alive! ! I suddenly realized this. Because I felt the strong pain from my body, which would never be felt by a dead person.
The little girl noticed that I opened my eyes. She screamed out, with an extremely pleasant surprise. I saw her the tears clearly on her face—she cried for me? No, probably she cried because she just fell off the ground- after all, she’s a little girl.
"Are you still alive?" She asked this stupid question.
"Of course, I am still alive!" I just wanted to yell at her loudly, but I found I could barely speak up.
I had my head leaning on her leg, so I saw the reason why I was alive—the dagger was on my chest. This dagger sucked away my life. Nonetheless, because it was placed on my body again, it returned my strength back to me…That’s why I was still alive! Of course, it was important that the little girl took me out of the freezing cold mountain!
Chapter 16 The death of the Necromancer
"I feel the same as you…” I said with a smile, then I laughed, which quickly turned into a cough, a cough with blood. It’s really ridiculous, that two deadly enemies a moment ago were lying next to each other and caring for each other…Two dying enemy Necromancers caring for each other? It was too ridiculous.
"We both will die here together now…” He said softly. "It's a pity. If only I didn't use the dagger just now..."
"Yes, if I didn't issue the last burst spell, it would be fine..." I said so. But what if neither of us made the move that we both regretted now, what would happen? Maybe I was still the unknown magician on the street, or he was still the killer Necromancer who threatens the entire Kingdom.”
I looked around. It was dead empty surrounding us. There was nothing except for the dead devil bodies on the ice land. Lewis’ troop was wiped away at the time when we destroyed the mountain hill. The terrible magic was between us would threaten anybody from coming over checking out what had happened. With both of us being deadly injured…This would be our tomb, unless a miracle happened. How much longer can I live? I clearly felt the power of my life was slowing dying out. Maybe I could hold on for another hour, maybe another ten minutes! It’s strange that at this moment of death, I had no fear, but calmness! Extreme calmness!
"Why did you become a Necromancer?" After a little silence, I asked him all of a sudden. I didn’t know why I asked this question. Actually what did it matter why he became a Necromancer—maybe I just wanted to make sure he didn’t have the same reason as I did! I was looking at the side of his face, though nothing changed on his face, he didn’t seem so ugly now.
"For a promise, a relationship..." He looked at the sky and answered. The sky now looked really blue, intoxicatingly blue.
"A long time ago, when I was just an ordinary person..." His voice was very gentle and he was talking peacefully. I couldn’t tell his real age previously, but now I can clearly see the crow’s feet next to his eyes. He should be around 50 to 60 years old. “I fell in love with a woman, but the ordinary ritual did not allow us to be together…”
He told me as if he was expressing his true feelings to an old pal, though we were deadly enemies an hour ago. Death is fair. Under its equal scoring, both of us would soon become tributes. We have turned from dead enemies to pitiful pals. No one could better understand the mind of a Necromancer than another Necromancer, especially at a time when both were about to die.
"...She was destined to be the wife of the lord, and I was always an ordinary poor young magician... Even if we both just wanted to escape from here, it was impossible. If we did that, her parents would be revenged by the lord…She met me the day before her wedding. She told me it was the last meeting. She said she would love me forever, no matter what she turned into or I turned into…”
For love... He became a Necromancer for a woman. Although I had never experienced such kind of unforgettable love, I can imagine the despair and anger at that time. Only when one can’t see hope, would the desperate one gave up everything in pursuit for the power, the dark power!
"On the day she got married. I headed into the mountain. I had been pleading with God, for a turnaround opportunity. Nevertheless, it was useless…So starting that day I began to curse, cursing My own incompetence, cursing all the gods. I swore in despair that I would sell my soul if I was given the power to regain my love…”
"So you used that spell and called out ‘it’?”
"...Yes, I asked for power from ‘it’, ‘it’ agreed. But I had to surrender my look and legs to ‘it’ in return...I had no choice...”
What! This was not his original look? I looked at him again, trying to ignore the uneven face that seemed to have been burnt by flames and to predict his look at the shape of his face. But I failed. But I was sure he was a good-looking young man, maybe more handsome than me. It’s really strange, why did ‘it’ make such a request to him? When ‘it’ entered into an agreement with me, ‘it’ didn’t ask for any change, but just a sign on my left eye as a symbol of our alliance!
"And then?" I couldn't help to ask. My curiosity was really strong, even at a time like this. It was my master who cultivated my strong curiosity. He said that a magician was an outstanding magician only with enough level of curiosity…
"And then? Then I had the power to recapture my lover... I used to have everything else but power… Then I had the power but lost everything else... I was wrongly taken the human impulsive vows as eternity and I paid irreparable price for it…In the end, it was an empty talk, it was all lies...A woman’s heart can’t be grasped... I had completely changed. I was no longer the same person. Even though my heart had not changed, my appearance had completely changed...So gone with the wind was the pledge of my lover…It was the handsome young magician whom she swore to love forever, not this ugly crippled Necromancer…” There was a sudden burst of madness in the eyes of Lewis. He began to laugh, but the blood rushed out of his throat. The bursting spell that I released earlier began to take effect. He laughed and vomited blood. It didn't look horrible at all. It was just miserable!
"Then why do you want to marry the little girl?"
"Hey, marry her? I want to prove to those who laugh at my appearance that as long as there is power, there will be everything else... that little girl, how could she be one of the ten thousandth of her... If she is not a princess, I ......" He kept vomiting blood, and the glow in his eyes began to diverge sharply. He had come to the end of his life.
I quietly watched his laughter weaken. His eyes slowly closed. The muscles on his face stopped twitching and the last bit of his life was eventually extinguished.
"Some with loose morals,
Your name is known as woman! ”
The poem echoed softly next to my ear. This was the last sentence of Lewis!
I turned my head around and looked straight at the sky. With blood loss and the cold on the mountain, my body was gradually losing consciousness. This was the proper ending for a Necromancer - to be thrown on the mountain and eaten up by the vulture. Despite the fact that this mountain was too high for any vulture, there was not much difference.
I closed my eyes and felt the disappearance of my life calmly, waiting for the inevitable moment for any life…
There was something fall onto my face, no, it was a lot of things that softly wept through my face. I felt a little itchy on my fact, but it was quite comfortable. Then those things moved to my neck…
I opened my eyes and saw the face that was staring at me, the little girl?
Her properly combed hair was completely messed now, with soft hair hanging on, some on my face…
I was still alive? No, I should have died... I was still alive! ! I suddenly realized this. Because I felt the strong pain from my body, which would never be felt by a dead person.
The little girl noticed that I opened my eyes. She screamed out, with an extremely pleasant surprise. I saw her the tears clearly on her face—she cried for me? No, probably she cried because she just fell off the ground- after all, she’s a little girl.
"Are you still alive?" She asked this stupid question.
"Of course, I am still alive!" I just wanted to yell at her loudly, but I found I could barely speak up.
I had my head leaning on her leg, so I saw the reason why I was alive—the dagger was on my chest. This dagger sucked away my life. Nonetheless, because it was placed on my body again, it returned my strength back to me…That’s why I was still alive! Of course, it was important that the little girl took me out of the freezing cold mountain!
