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My heart races as I read the words written on the yellowed parchment. According to the book, my family comes from a long line of necromancer royalty, their lineage tracing back to the leaders of the High Council. My parents had been prominent figures, respected and revered for their wisdom and power.
But their lives had been cut short by a mysterious and unsolved death.
My mind swirls with a mixed bag of emotions. I have always wondered about my birth parents, wanting to know more about my roots. Now, the answers lay before me, hidden within the ancient pages of this book. The revelation that I come from royalty both thrills and unsettles me.
And there’s a good chance Dafni knows and that could be why she hates me so much. Maybe her parents are on this council as well.
I quickly pull out my own notebook and pen and jot down my thoughts.
I can’t help but feel the weight of responsibility settle upon my shoulders. As the heir to this noble bloodline, I now have a duty to uncover the truth behind my parents’ demise. The desire for justice explodes like a bonfire with a gasoline can dumped in the middle of it. It burns within me, igniting a newfound determination to investigate the mysteries that have long plagued me.
Closing the book gently, I take a deep breath, my mind ablaze with newfound purpose. I know that the path I have chosen will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but I will be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. My journey to unearth the truth about my family and their enigmatic fate is just beginning, and I’m vowing now to leave no stone unturned until justice is served.
With a resolute stride, I make my way toward the head librarian’s office, the knowledge I have gained fueling my every step. I’m no longer just a student at the academy; I’m a necromancer on a mission, determined to unravel the secrets of my past and forge my own destiny.
As I walk to the closed office door, the weight of my newfound knowledge mingles with a sense of anticipation and apprehension.
I know that uncovering the truth will require me to dive into the darkest corners of the necromantic realm, facing dangers that lurk beyond the academy’s protective walls. But I’m not scared. My family’s legacy demands justice, and I’m prepared to confront any adversary that stands in my way.
My mind races with questions.
Who had orchestrated my parents’ death?
What secrets had they taken to their graves?
And why had I been spared?
Or was I?
Considering the car accident moments before joining the academy, barely a year ago.
Grasping the handle to the office door, I pull it open and step inside. I need guidance from the mentors I trust most. Mister Brecken, head librarian here at the academy, sees all and honestly, knows all. He’s also known for his encyclopedic knowledge and unyielding loyalty to justice. As I approach him, my heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
Mister Brecken looks up with a welcoming warm smile, but the gravity of my mission is not lost on him. I share my discovery, pouring over the details I’ve learned from the ancient book. The professor listens intently, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“It seems fate has chosen you, Miss Osborn,” Mister Brecken says, his voice rich with wisdom. “To uncover the truth behind your parents’ death is a task that requires great courage and perseverance. But remember, the path you tread may be treacherous, and the answers you seek may bring you face to face with a darkness you’ve never imagined.”
I nod, my resolve steady. I know the risks involved, but the desire to honor my family’s memory burns within me, eclipsing any fear that threatens to hold me back. I will follow the trail of clues, no matter where it leads me.
With the professor’s guidance and support, it appears, as he provides the titles to different books to aid my research. I poor over ancient tomes, seeking clues that would lead me closer to the truth. Each book, each page turned, brings me closer to unraveling the copious amount of secrets that have shrouded the truth all these years.
In one of the books of Necromancy and Magic given to me by Mister Brecken, I read information about a network of powerful individuals who had a vested interest in concealing the truth. The High Council, once revered as the guardians of justice, grew darker over the ages, and had tragically fallen to corruption and deceit. It seems that my parents’ deaths were no mere accident, but part of a larger, sinister plot.
The moment I realize this is something far greater than myself, it’s no longer just about fighting for justice. It’s now about revealing the truth of who The High Counsel really is to the world. The knowledge I now have has the potential to change the course of the necromantic community… forever. It will also ruin many families and their reputations. Their children do not deserve this type of punishment, but no one thought of me when they decided to kill my parents.
Maybe I was also a target?
With the weight of my family’s legacy on my shoulders, I vow, then and there, to bring the truth to light and restore honor to my bloodline.
Standing on the precipice of a dangerous and uncertain journey, the mysteries that haunted me for so long are now laid bare before me. My heart swells with a mix of perseverance and apprehension. I know that the path ahead will be fraught with peril, but I’ll prepare myself to face whatever challenges await me.
If I’m not careful, shadows could lurk at every turn, just waiting for the right moment to entangle me in a deadly game of cat and mouse. The assassins sent for my parents could come after me next, especially once The High Counsel knows I’m coming after them. Once that floodgate is opened, there’s no turning back, especially if I have no boat or paddle to guide my way.
I have no idea who I can… or rather, should trust. Evie has been by my side for so long and has never wavered. Shayde is new in my life, but he’s protected me thus far.
Why would he be in on this?
Dafni… as much as she hates me, I still cannot point fingers in her direction. At least, not without evidence.
