I gasped as my vision came back to where I was, my hands tightened against the saddle to the point my knuckles cracked, every time I check in on my sister, the bile and poison that fills my throat when I hear or see anything about the second prince just doubles in intensity and triples in severity.
I looked up towards the sky as I saw the faces of the Lodor heirs flash through my head: the crown prince…Tiennam, early thirties, the first born prince and the first born of all of them, about five seven, pale skin, short well-kept dark brown hair, heavy beard, dark brown eyes and thin and lithe like most Lodorite, he’s wiry looking, but the muscles he has are obvious just because of the state of his heath rather than working out or actually using them, the second born of the five, the only daughter and the high princess, Sudarika, she’s about five four, ice pale skin covered in freckles, big hazel eyes and mid-back length curly mousy brown hair with honey colored highlights, pristine teeth and very round/full facial features that are so apparent than when she smiles her eyes close a bit because of her cheeks rising, she’s pear shaped and a little fuller figured, she dresses in all lavish finery and loves bright colors, most often in solid pink, third born and the second prince Frodnak, the twat-waffle himself, forth born and the third prince, Mendev, mid-twenties, if I had to guess, three-four years older than Aldoric, about five six, he’s a commodore for the Lodorite navy, so he’s tanner and his blond hair is sun baked/bleached white platinum blond, blue eyes with a big scar through the left, tattoos and golden jewelry making him look a bit closer to a pirate captain rather than a prince…and lastly, Aldoric, the infamous glass-bird according to the city, they called him that because according from what I’ve heard, Aldoric is so tiny in all forms that he was never allowed outside as a kid all throughout his life, really, so he spent his entire life in books, they say he’s as fragile as glass and as beautiful as the birds, so they call him that.
I don’t care that I find Aldoric hot, I’m gonna fuckin’ murder him. Maybe I’ll kill someone important enough to cause all of them to return here, so I can get Frodnak away from my sister so she can have some respite and so I can take them all out at once and in a way where I can spend my time and get back at all of them for everything they’ve ever done to my people…my kingdom…my family…and myself.
Eventually, Omen and I did have to stop for the night, he may not need sleep, but he can still become exhausted over very long times of extended running for flying, so we stopped in a clearing as I sat on the ground against a tree as he was currently asleep to the point of if a horse could snore, he would, about ten feet away from me, no fire or anything for light save for the occasional magic I’ll let dance across my hands or person leaving flashes and washes of neon green or ashen/silvery gray light to dance across the clearing sending warped, twisting and warbling shadows to pass over the clearing and make myself look just that much scarier, my eyes glow in the dark and reflect back like an animals’ because of my magic.
As I sat there I focused on my magic, crossing my legs as I looked upwards, the backs of my hands on my knees as I focused, all of the grass around my grayed, withered and curled as green light seeped into my skin like threads. There are different…abilities or aspects of my magic that I’ve developed as I got older, doctors and my tutors growing up would catalog the different…fonts I think was the word they used I developed. The first one was when I was an infant and gives me my nickname, they call it death-touched, sense I was born I’ve been immune to necromantic magics and when I meditate I can learn spells without needing books or anything, the second was called memories of the fallen by one of my tutors, I can read the memorizes of someone or something recently deceased and if I see them die, I learn more, I learn the things they kept secret, the third was called amongst death, I can cast the spell, speak with dead, without needing to expend a portion of my magical pull on the world, they also noticed that I aged differently, spells that affect the soul or body aging them don’t work on me and they said that by my early twenties my aging would be slowed to the point that for every ten years that pass, I’ll age one. Hence my appearance, I’m twenty six, but honestly, I look seventeen. The next was named aptly, necrotic affinity, while I was being trained and tested, they had me fight monsters that were resistant or immune to necrotic magics, but for some reason, they were still hurt by mine. When I was about six I got the next one, incorporeal, I can make myself fully incorporeal for about ten hours a day. Next was rejuvenation, I was nine and in an accident, a horse kicked my chin and basically decapitated me without breaking the skin or anything, I think the doctor called it internal decapitation, but the moment I was dead, my body just melted into shadows and I was back in a day’s time, though very weak. I can endlessly resurrect myself after twenty four hours after my death, even if my body is destroyed or magic is used to prevent it, I’m always back, I wake up where I died or in a place of my choosing. The next was called, sustenance, if I kill a creature with my magic or weapons, I can feed of its very life source in place of food and it replenishes my magical pull on the world. Next is trading soul, I can harness the energy of my own soul allowing me to bring someone else back that has died without needing anything, I just wave my hand, it kills me for twenty four hours, but I’ll take being dead for a day for the life of someone important to me. The next was called immunity, I’m immune to disease, poison, toxins and anything that harms the mortal soul, so the magic that harms the mind with psychic magics, nothing, the only way to hurt me is physically. The next is called, friend of death, all forms of undead creatures upon seeing me have this weird deep unwavering loyalty to me, they cannot attack me, go against what I order them to do and if they try to attack me, they go mad and destroy themselves. The next was called call undead, I can summon about a dozen zombies or skeletons or a mix of the two, they last for ten minutes and I can mentally control them as long as I am within a mile around. The last one was when I was sixteen, before I left for my raid and I’ve not gotten anything more, they called it aptly, master of death, I can seize control of anything dead within thirty feet of me to become my puppets until I dismiss the control or they die again.
But like any sorcerer, my magic brings quirks; but I’ve said mine before; the icy cold, still heart, lack of breathe, yada, yada, blah, everything else that scares people, but hey, I get Omen.
I sighed as I looked back forward before reaching into my bag and took out a very, very thick, old and worn book bound in pitted red leather bound in bronze wire and cord, I flicked my hand and a small orb of silver light formed beside me as I flipped it open, this is a book of my own handwriting, I am a necromancer, but my focus is on the control and usage of blood itself as a spell component, all the spells I’ve learned and or made are in this book. I also had the book enchanted to endlessly gain pages, but never change in thickness or weight.
I sat there, reading my book of blood magic, filling in a few pages of new spells and things before Omen snorted heavily as he woke up around dawn or so as he was fully rested and properly ready for the next bout of travel. I put the saddle and harnesses back on him before clipping the reigns back on and hopped back on him as I twisted my hands around them, he turned and ran two steps before rising high above the tree-tops and kept moving, keeping deep into the forest away from the road to avoid being seen. Omen ran for a long time till that night’s dusk that he landed in the forest outside of a quite bustling and large logging town, far on the edge of my vision across town was a very large and out of place manor, set on a hill overlooking the city surrounded by high walls and tons of windows lit from within.
"Here we go" I said as I pulled my mask up.
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