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Embracing my role as their commanding general, I raise my hand, and the undead army move in perfect unison. It’s a mesmerizing sight, the dance of death orchestrated by my every gesture.
But just as I’m reveling in my newfound power, a sudden disturbance shatters the tranquility of the clearing. A blazing fireball hurtles toward us with frightening speed. I have no idea where it came from, but its destination is clear: me.
I barely have time to react, panic seizing my heart. Before the fiery projectile can consume me, I see Shayde running in my direction just as one of the undead soldiers steps forward, his hollow eyes glowing with an ethereal light. With an outstretched hand, he absorbs the fireball into his skeletal form, extinguishing its deadly flames.
I stand there frozen; my breath catches in my throat. Shayde comes to my side and I watch in awe as this undead soldier turns to face me, his skeletal visage almost expressing gratitude. It’s as if he chose to protect me, defying the nature of his existence.
“Where did the fireball come from,” Shayde asks.
I shake my head. “The last time that happened was on the open field with Diablo. Dafni threw it and I watched her do it.” I pause as I thought back to the interaction in the locker room. “She even threatened me in the girls locker room.”
A rumble emits from his chest and Shayde rests his hands on my shoulders. “She will come nowhere near you.” He turns back to the undead army. “The spirits can sense your heart. They recognize your potential, your goodness. Even in death, they are drawn to it, compelled to aid you in times of peril.”
I can feel tears burn my dry eyes. I extend a trembling hand toward the undead soldier, acknowledging his act of selflessness. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice a mixture of awe and reverence. I wonder how Shayde knows so much about necromancy. “Where did you get your knowledge of all this?”
The soldier nods, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing his hollow eyes. Then, with a silent command from me, he returns to the ranks of the undead army, resuming his stance with unwavering loyalty.
Shayde’s voice breaks the momentary silence. “Remember, I’m part Dark Elf. I live in the shadows and control them. My mastery over the darkness is similar to how you raise the dead. The two are intertwined in a way.” He pauses as the unalive soldiers continue to move in their steady pace. “Never forget the bond you share with the spirits, Teagan. They are not mere tools; they are souls bound to your will. Treat them with respect, and they shall serve you faithfully.”
I nod, renewing my determination. I realize that my journey as a necromancer is not solely about power and control, but about forging connections with the otherworldly forces that dwell in the realm of death.
Even the shadows of darkness.
Releasing the spirits of the dead, they fall back into the earth as if they never existed. Their bones fade into the air like dust in the wind.
As we make our way back toward the academy, a newfound sense of purpose fills my heart. I know my path will be wrought with challenges and moral dilemmas; however, I’m intent on navigating them with integrity and compassion.
The night whispers its secrets, and I listen, my heart filling with both trepidation and anticipation. The dance of shadows awaits me, and I’ll prepare to meet it head-on, arming myself with the intertwining powers of life and death.
Shayde turns to face me in the darkness of the woods. “Come back to my room with me tonight.”
“You know I can’t, it’s forbidden,” I warn.
He steps closer and I relish the touch of his fingers across my cheek. “Only if we’re caught.”
He doesn’t really have to convince me to come. If he says do it, I will, because he’s Shayde, he’s hot, and fucking hell, he’s mine. “Valid point,” I whisper. “How do we get there, err, I mean,” I pause, realizing it’smewho needs to figure this out. “How doIget there?”
He’s close enough I can see him grin in the stillness of the night. “Leave that to me.”
Fucking hell.
CHAPTER12
My heart racesas I follow Shayde through the moonlit courtyard of the academy grounds. The air is thick with tension as we weave between the statues and ancient trees, our footsteps muffled by the sounds of the water crashing around the island. It’s a forbidden escape, an act that could lead to dire consequences if we’re caught. But the allure of adventure and the desire to be free from the watchful eyes of the academy compels me forward.
Shayde’s leads the way, moving with an otherworldly grace, his steps barely making a sound. I watch in awe as he manipulates the shadows around us. Whispers of darkness dance at his fingertips, coiling like tendrils of smoke.
“Watch closely, Teagan,” Shayde murmurs, his voice a low rasp. “To master the shadows, you must become one with them.”
I nod, my gaze fixating on the shifting patterns of chaos. I concentrate, my mind reaching out to the shadows like a beckoning hand. Slowly, I feel them respond, embracing me, touching me, melding with my body. The world around me blurs and fear immediately clamps down on my heart, but Shayde grasps my hand, as if anticipating this.
“You’re safe, Teagan, I promise,” he whispers.
And I believe him.
I close my eyes and feel my senses heighten as I step into the realm of shadows. It feels like the softness of clouds but with no light from the sun. The temperature is cooler than outside the shadows. I think I might shiver, but I also don’t feel my body. I’m here, but also part of the darkness.
Together, we move swiftly, our bodies ethereal forms that slip through the boundaries of the physical world. We navigate narrow passages and hidden alcoves, using the darkness to conceal our actions. I marvel at the sensation, the rush of power coursing through my veins as I defy the laws of reality.
