Accidental Necromancy
Leo Driver
Accidental Necromancy
“Ah FUCK!” I heard once I pulled my rotten self out of the ground, the tone wasn’t just angry, but scared as well, ‘What am I gonna do now!? I revived the wrong guy!”
Once my vision came to me, I saw who was before me—and I instantly knew who was freaking out, it was a kid with a big book of Dark Magic in their hands. A novice. I was revived by a novice.
I growled, causing the kid to flinch,
“What kind of bumbling idiot gave you access to Dark Magic?”
“No one!” The kid grew defensève, clutching the book in their arms,
“I found it myself!”
“Kiddo, where the Hell did you find that? You look no older than 10–!”
“12!” The kid cries, huffing in anger, “I am 12!”
“Does not help your case,” I point out regardless with another growl, “Just look at you, look! You’re too young to be messin’ with this.”
I reach out and grab the book, but they were not letting go, so we end up tugging against each other for the book.
We must’ve spent at least a minute and a half like this before my arms get ripped off. Now I was cranky and armless, so I snarl and threaten the kid, “Do you want me to bite you!?”
“No! ” The kid cries again, getting up with tears in their eyes, “Leave me alone!”
“Oh no, ” I yelled as I saw them run away from me, so I chase after them, “You can’t just reanimate me and leave me here! And give me back my arms ya little brat!”
“No!” They cry again, so now we are chasing each other like we we are in a cartoon, running across the graveyard for another five minutes before the kid manages to run off, escaping with that book despite my efforts to stop them.
But, luckily my arms had fallen off at the gates, so I could put myself back together.
Kids. The last thing that should practice necromany.
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