A new evil was brewing. The Wizard Wars that ended a year ago left a peace that Hawk found unsettling. He had a dozen ruthless, tough as nails wizards as powerful as they come linked to him like one who came before.
That's who he was going to meet now. Yes, Dr. Gregory Leicester was dead along with Claude D'Orsay, Warren Barber, Bruce Hays, Aaron Hanlon, Wayne Eggars, and others, but not for much longer. For after many months of studying and perfecting the ritual, the one most claimed couldn't be achieved, he was ready to attempt it for real. Hawk was now confident in his skills; his skills of reviving the dead, and he was prepared tonight to do just that.
Hawk was a young man in his mid-twenties with a handsome if not cold face. His strong chin line framed a face with a small nose, large eyebrows, a cleft chin and two large, black eyes that stood out like saucers. All those facial features were fighting for attention, yet still managed to remain handsome. He was strict, and by being strict, he maintained full obedience in his followers. At his sides stood Flex and Hatch- the most committed members of his little team, they had started young. The youngest was Jake, and even though they were still working on his devotion, which was in a very… interesting phase to say the least, he was only 13.
Of course, the first step in his master plan was to find the bodies themselves. Even if they were damaged or crippled, the ritual revived them as if they'd never been dead at all. Leicester and all his minions save one had died in the same place at the same time and were retrieved early in the planning stage. For Warren Barber, however, it took some digging: particularly off the edge of a cliff where a certain Madison Moss had pushed him.
They entered the cemetery they'd put the bodies in for storage like ghosts themselves; prowling the graves for the selected few until they found them hidden in the most desolate and untamed corner, forgotten to time. Hawk spoke a series of intricate phrases and chants, magic and unheard of enchantments laced through every single one.
A hand reached from Leicester's grave like a zombie in every horror movie ever invented, Hawk signaled for his comrades to help him up. Leicester had been a role model to Hawk ever since he'd first heard about him. Now he'd brought him back from death, an impossible task made possible.
"What happened? Where am I?" The wizard asked in bewilderment.
"You died Dr.. And how was the afterlife? Never mind, never mind, my friends and I have brought you back and we are prepared to do so for the rest of the wizards linked to you."
He shook his head disbelievingly but smiled. "I have no doubt that I died, I just don't know how you managed to do what was just done. Who are you?"
"I am Hawk. A lot has happened while you were gone and I think you'll be very interested to hearing it." He smiled, thinking about their secret weapon in the upcoming fight and how Leicester would play a part in obtaining her. "But this is not the time. Flex, you get started on the others. Hatch, you help Dr. Leicester with whatever he needs. I'm sure he's hungry, after all, he's been dead for nearly three years now."
"You're reviving all my wizards?" Leicester asked.
"Yes," Hawk raised an eyebrow "Unless, of course, you have any objections."
"Save one; Peter Conroy, he's the weakling, the loose cannon. He doesn't deserve a second lifetime."
"Very well, Dr. You heard him boys." Hawk turned around, posture perfect and completely calm as always.
"Joseph." Leicester said suddenly.
Hawk looked up smiling, "I wondered how long it would take you to bring him up."
"Joseph and I have some unfinished business."
"Oh, yes. I recall him killing you and destroying everything you worked towards along with his parents and friends. Don't fret; we've kept tabs on all of them. Now, is there anything you need?"
Dr. Gregory Leicester, no longer dead and quite happy about it said simply "Revenge."