A boy, only 14, with dark hair and tan skin, falls to his knees, his sister lays motionless and torn up in front of him. Sirens scream around him as he reaches for a scrap of broken glass. He holds it shakily in his hand. His cat familiar, Mew, sits beside him, staring horrified at the glass. He holds it up to his arm. Tires begin screeching to a halt outside and doors are slammed open with gurneys being assembled. The boy hissed as he cuts intricate marks and symbols around his arm. There’s yelling and rustling as the authorities and their familiars try to move through the rubble. The boy switches the glass into his now bloody hand and does the same to his other arm. His familiar shrinks in on himself curling into a shaking and terrified position. Someone yells into the rubble to see if anyone is alive. The person is answered by Mew yowling in response. The boy places the glass shard to the side.

He reaches out, carefully placing one shaking hand over his sister’s eyes and the other being tentatively placed over her heart. “I invoke my inner power by blood of mine to blood of hers.” The sound around him stops. He isn’t sure if it’s the spell or just coincidence. He doesn’t know what it’s like to cast this spell so he isn’t sure. “I invoke her spirit here through the points I ground.” He thought it’d be like the books he’d read. It doesn’t feel surreal or peaceful. “I invoke her back in my pleas and wishes.” It feels terrifying and painful. That’s just the cuts, he thinks. “I invoke Cidroth who guides her to guide her back to the living.” His voice gets louder as his blood and cuts begin to glow a brilliant teal. His skin begins to turn paper white and he can see his familiar’s fur, skin, and tissue begin to slosh off. He wants to throw up but he pushes through. His sister is more important than anything else at this moment. “I am Wyatt Almawt Eiqap and I invoke my sister, Kaela Haya Eiqap, back to me!” He finishes the chant loudly. He sees the teal light completely envelop his familiar and the blood which had begun to trickle onto the ground. He feels his soul begin to ache from the mana streaming through him and he sees teal ethereal smoke begin to pour out of his mouth in front of him.

Suddenly the smoke begins to condense and his mouth opens as wide as possible from the growing force. He’s read about this. It’s a mana discharge. His eyes shoot wide open as he throws his head back and the condensed smoke swirls and condenses further into a solid beam of pure mana. The beam pierces the metal and rubble hung over them and begins to seemingly eat any material that it hits. It continues to grow in size and power as Wyatt feels every last ounce of his and Mew’s mana reserves being drained.

Then it stops and Wyatt falls back exhausted and in severe pain on the floor. He stares up at the roughly 4 feet wide hole he had just made in the ceiling. He never thought he would be subject to a mana discharge and that scares him. Everything about this scares him. He slowly turns his head to Mew. The only things left of the long furred, white munchkin are his bones and his fur and flesh surrounding it on the floor in great clumps. Wyatt quickly looks away raising his upper body shakily on his elbows as he pukes. It’s only blood which causes Wyatt to look away and then at his arms. The cuts have already scarred over leaving intricate swirling designs intertwined with harsh and angular ones. His skin has become paper white and it seemingly clings onto his bones and what little muscle he has left. He stares on in horror at seeing what has happened to him before he hears a harsh and wet cough.

His head shoots up at Kaela who groans and manages to sit up on her elbows. “Wyatt…” She says quietly before her eyes land on him, she lets out a gasp and rushes forward to grab him in a hug. “Wyatt, oh my gods! Oh gods. Oh gods…” She keeps saying it. Each time getting quieter and quieter as Wyatt just sits stock still in the hug. He’d done it. He’d brought back his twin sister. The first person to bring someone completely back in a decade and it was for his sister. As the realization hits him, he begins to let out choked and dry sobs as he grabs her back and begins rocking them back and forth, overjoyed that he had done it. It doesn’t take long, but the last thing he hears before blacking out is the shouting and rustling of the rescue teams searching for the source of the mana discharge.

Wyatt now stands 20 feet outside of a cemetery. He waits as Mew, who had miraculously survived the discharge, places the pink carnations he bought on the graves of his family. He wants to see them but he isn’t allowed near their graves without armed clerics who would take any random motion as an attempt at necromancy and sentence him to jail time or worse take “justice” into their own hands. So he stands outside. He wants to cry but he can’t anymore. He’d already spent so many tears 4 years ago when his world came crashing down, again.

I rule that this abomination against the gods be treated to execution so that her spirit may return to its rightful place. The High Judge had said. Before Wyatt could retort, Kaela sobs as she grabs his arm and shakes her head no. He grabbed onto her and she did as well before being pulled away from him by a cleric dressed in full anti-magic armor. He didn’t bother hiding his cries and screams as he begged for at least some time with her. You’re lucky I didn’t give you a harsher sentence then probation, boy. Don’t tempt me to change my mind. The judge had hissed at Wyatt. He stopped his begging but his tears kept coming.

Now Wyatt has finished his schooling and has packed his car, ready to go to a college far away from this town. Mew returns slowly, his tail down and depressed. Mew’s skeletal appearance with ethereal teal smoke trails that have replaced his eyes and ears whilst also surrounding his spine and tail was a more obvious sign then Wyatt’s own look which still had the unnaturally white skin, black eyes with golden irises and pupils, and the malnourished looking physic. Wyatt had originally tried to minimize it as much as possible. Wearing over sized hoodies and contacts, which made his eyes their original brown color, but the skin was all that was needed to identify him as a necromancer. As a delinquent child. As a bump in the road. As the dregs of society. As a Fallen.

Mew brings him back to reality as he transforms into a bat, which used to be a beautiful Honduran white, but is now a skeleton with the same ethereal smoke trails, and lands inside Wyatt’s hood before transforming back into his preferred cat form and curling back up inside, effectively hiding from anyone who wasn’t staring at Wyatt’s hood. Wyatt turns back to his car, which had been waiting patiently behind him, and gets in. He begins driving off, as Mew clambers into the car’s drawer, which Wyatt had made into Mew’s own personal nest for the trip and the foreseeable future. After about five minutes of driving, he feels the first tear he’s felt in years travel down his face.