Author's Note from Carlos DarkCaller: Recently, I discovered a small, black journal with "Malistaire Drake" in white letters on its bottom left corner. The beginning of this journal was a lamentation from Malistaire Drake, as copied from below. After this was about fifty-one pages of Death Magic spells and techniques made by Malistaire himself (For some reason, though, he didn't use any of them during his last stand. Diesel, my dog, theorizes that he was either overconfident during said last stand or had forgotten the spells over time). I assume you don't want to read through a whole list of powerful Death Magic spells, so only the foreward by Malistaire is written here, which I have entitled "Through the Eyes of Malistaire." Please enjoy.
THROUGH THE EYES OF MALISTAIRE
My dear Sylvia...
Not very long ago, my beloved wife Sylvia - the only one I loved - died of a terrible flu. Everything we had done together was gone. I loved her more than I loved anything else. She was everything to me. Without her, everything seems dark and dreary.
Death used to be a beautiful thing to me, as it meant leaving a dark and dreary world and entering a world of light. But, without her, Death seems as dark and dreary as everything else in this world.
It was a lovely spring afternoon when she died. All the Ravenwood school wizards tried everything they did to heal her, including myself. I used the Death spell Sacrifice to give her some of my health, but that only helped for an hour or so; her health was draining far too quickly.
The most cruel part of the matter was that she was the teacher of Life School. Not even her own power over Life could save her. All I could do was watch her die, powerless to do anything about it.
I was angry at the Spiral, angry at everything there was! I was even angry at the Ravenwood teachers for being unable to help her. It was then I decided to leave the Spiral and find a way to revive my beloved Sylvia.
Ambrose told me not to leave. He said he was trying to talk some sense into me, but he was being far too insensitive! My wife, my only love was gone! He would never have understood. I shouted at him and cast a powerful spell at him, sending him backwards and causing the Death School to break from Wizard City and fall underground. Honestly, I never regretted this decision; I did, however, regret being unable to save my beloved wife, Sylvia.
I ran away to Krokotopia, and learned about a magic book called the Krokonomicon containing some of the most powerful Life and Death spells in the Spiral. Perhaps, if I obtained that book, I would be able to revive Sylvia... and take over the Spiral for every evil thing it has done to me. Of course, there would be wizards who would stand against me.
I decided to build an army of the undead to fight against my foes. I will do anything to resurrect Sylvia. And, when I do resurrect her, the Spiral will be ours.
And now, I shall leave this journal here, along with the many Death spells I have created, in Big Ben Tower. Perhaps I shall come here again in the future. For now, my journal is complete.
Signed,
Malistaire Drake.
