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Again. She'd kept the process secret other than two mogs and one of her old necromancer contact back on Kesaid. No one had known. No one could know. She'd prepared to the tiniest detail. The right circles in the right angles. The right stones in the right places. She even special ordered a set of black robes with summoner stones sewn into the fabric. The proper incantation. She had everything the process would need.
Everything but the soul.
She couldn't give that up. Never. For herself and her loved ones, she didn't dare give up her soul this time.
And because of it, everything went wrong.
I can't take a single step outside without hearing someone scream beneath my feet.
There's no way to break a Runestone and yet mine is in slivers on the floor.
Why?
How?
How could this have happened? I was ready. I was always ready.
Why don't you want me to bring you back?
Anna sat collapsed on the floor of her summoning room, legs feeble spread in her heaping stay to keep up. Her body shuddered and tremebled because of her sobs, all of her tears flooding into her shaken palms. Watery black droplets left long wet trails from her hour long breakdown. Her hair fell about her face, curtaining her inside the comfort of darker shades. The woman's mind lay in nothing but broken shards. Necromancy here. Summoning there. Evocation swirling inbetween.
It was like listening to broken track of music, where nothing but scattered noise filled in the empty spaces. Only there was more space than there could even have been with music. Anna's head throbbed and reeled in pain. She couldn't hold it in. She'd broken the barrier into her reserves and even cracked into some unknown well of mana. There was just too much. Too much pain and too much heartache.
She'd nearly died giving into the creed of the undead. Nearly. How could one raise the dead if you had a soul still inside you? How could you be as they were if your soul was the only thing that let you breath?
She did it for him...
For them...
And it shattered...
Everything but the soul.
She couldn't give that up. Never. For herself and her loved ones, she didn't dare give up her soul this time.
And because of it, everything went wrong.
I can't take a single step outside without hearing someone scream beneath my feet.
There's no way to break a Runestone and yet mine is in slivers on the floor.
Why?
How?
How could this have happened? I was ready. I was always ready.
Why don't you want me to bring you back?
Anna sat collapsed on the floor of her summoning room, legs feeble spread in her heaping stay to keep up. Her body shuddered and tremebled because of her sobs, all of her tears flooding into her shaken palms. Watery black droplets left long wet trails from her hour long breakdown. Her hair fell about her face, curtaining her inside the comfort of darker shades. The woman's mind lay in nothing but broken shards. Necromancy here. Summoning there. Evocation swirling inbetween.
It was like listening to broken track of music, where nothing but scattered noise filled in the empty spaces. Only there was more space than there could even have been with music. Anna's head throbbed and reeled in pain. She couldn't hold it in. She'd broken the barrier into her reserves and even cracked into some unknown well of mana. There was just too much. Too much pain and too much heartache.
She'd nearly died giving into the creed of the undead. Nearly. How could one raise the dead if you had a soul still inside you? How could you be as they were if your soul was the only thing that let you breath?
She did it for him...
For them...
And it shattered...