Prologue: Accidental Magic
"Ring around the rosy"
"Pockets full of posy"
Two young children almost identical with raven black hair and violet eyes, danced in a circle their small hands were clasped as they spun chanting the nursery rhyme.
"Ashes, ashes"
"We all fall down"
The children flew apart as their hands unclenched. At a glance the pair were identical the only difference being the short hair of the child giggling on the left and the shoulder length locks of the child who had flown left. If you knew the children you would know that they were in fact twins, identical in every way except one was a boy and one a girl. Hadrian and Willow Eurynomos, orphans of the Voldemort conflict. They remembered that night; even though they were just babes they remembered hearing that Voldemort killed their parents. Ever since they lived in Abeyance magical orphanage. They were strange children, Hadrian found dead things, birds mice squirrels waited for them to rot and then strung the bones together with wire and fashioned them into a form of twisted marionette his celling was hung with each one turning and twisting in a sick mockery of life. Willow was just as strange her walls were covered in runes, glyphs, words, and scratches that just appeared in her mind; she kept candles blazing at all hours of the night and could not stand any shadows to the point of ripping off her closet door and sleeping on the floor. The darkness was coming for her she whispered. Her brother kept the dead to fight it off all she had were her runes and her candles.
Hadrian found a baby robin dead from its fall out of the nest. It was too young to die he decided and so he willed it back to life. He clapped his small hands together and laughed with glee as it opened its eyes and flew away. He did not notice that the grass around him had turned brown and died curling upon itself as life drained from it, that the tree before him had it' leaves curl and brown as it died, that the den of mice in the tree's roots tiny hearts ceased to beat, that everything in three meters of him and the robin was dead and grey. He didn't care he had mastered death, he had beat it, he would bring back his parents.
Willow watched her brother she saw the necromancy he performed, felt the power that came from taking and giving life. She wanted more, that night she slept with no candles after all it was too late the darkness had already claimed her for its own.
Hey, Miki here, from this point on Willow and Hadrian's stories will be told separately, visit s/9324732/1/The-Necromancer-Chronicles-Hadrian-Boo k-One-Darkness-Rising for Hadrian's perspective as written by Azreal1313