It was an immediate opportunity that presented itself since he arrived in this place. Sareth's plans couldn't be more obvious. If he defeated a fully fledged necromancer and returned back to the college with his power, Sareth would definitely accept him back into the college. In fact, with the necromancer's power, he might not even need to go back to the college. The thoughts made him giddy with hope and he decided to wait for the necromancer.
Sure enough, legions of undead started to attack the town as the sun touched the horizon. The citizens ran around like scurrying ants, completely horrified by the dark creatures. Aaralon stayed at the second floor of an inn, watching the ensuing carnage. Zombies would pin their targets down and start to rend flesh, killing them in slow agony. To Aaralon's surprise, there were only lowly zombies, creatures that he could easily incinerate with flame. Right as he was about to step into the fight, he saw the necromancer approach.
She walked with a unnaturally slow pace, with a cloak of shadows surrounding her. The necromancer was a young female human with mesmerizing silver white hair that reached her thighs. An elaborate ceremonial dress covered her body, but revealed generous amounts of her lovely curves. She seemed oblivious to anything around her and simply walked straight forward.
This was his chance. Aaralon was a mage. Sure, he was an apprentice, but what he lacked was skill, not power. Few people in the world had even witnessed the power of a college trained mage. He jumped out of the window, floating to the ground with a simple levitation spell. With his spell book in one hand, he flung globes of fire with his other arm. The small flaming globes would hit a zombie and explode into consuming flames, burning the unholy creature to a crisp. Before he even touched the ground, every zombie in the surrounding area was reduced to ashes, and the necromancer stood alone without her underlings.
Wasting no time, Aaralon simply cast a disintegrate spell upon her. There was a sound of a loud crack, and the shroud of darkness surrounding her simply dissipated, and the girl screamed out in pain. She dropped to her knees.
"Don't move, necromancer, or I will kill you," he commanded while walking nearer to her. Although necromancers could lay siege to cities by themselves with their raised armies of undead, they were of little threat in a direct fight. Aaralon had basically won.
The necromancer looked up, but all her cute face showed was confusion.
"Where is this? Who are you?" she stammered, her voice young and innocent.
"Don't play coy with me. You just attacked the village with your undead army."
"I what? Oh my god, it must have been Dhakath. That asshole... I can't believe he did this to me."
"Sorry, what?" Aaralon was beginning to soften to her.
"Dhakath was a necromancer who was terrorizing my village. We banded together to attack him, but... I think he might have controlled me. I don't know what happened since then," she said, her voice shaking from sorrow. Something shining fell from her hair to the ground at that moment.
"It's okay now, I think I destroyed whatever that was binding you," Aaralon said, believing her story. Besides, he no longer sensed any power coming from her. The only source of power that he felt was from the small gemstone clip that fell on the ground, and it was a big one. He walked over to the girl and stroked her head, picking up the gemstone clip at the moment. This must have been the item that the necromancer had used to take control over her. It was powerful, and Aaralon was sure it would enhance his magical abilities.
"Thank you so much, great mage. I owe you a great debt for saving my life," she said. |