Bravehearts

by Chemnitz

Once, in a haunted manor, lived two young wizards who couldn't be any more different.; Mary and Molly They don't know it yet, but their friendship will take them through hell and back, all to save the worlds they have known and loved, the Spiral. But most importantly, they find solace in each other. (GirlXGirl in later chapters, you have been warned.) Rated T for language.

Mary awoke to the sound of a strange buzzing, groggily raising her head, only to hit in on the lid of her coffin. She swore loudly, thrusting her arms up and shoving the lid off, sitting up and looking around to identify the noise. A low growl rose from her throat when she saw her housemates little imp fluttering around her room, seemingly enjoying itself by flying in circles until it became dizzy.

She quietly grabbed her bow from the nightstand and stood, taking aim and firing a spell arrow right at it, watching the arrow shatter into electricity and zapping the little imp until it fell on the floor. Mary felt little pity for the creature and she walked over and grabbed it, walking off to her friend's room and tossing it inside, watching it hit the wall with a satisfying smack. Bloody imp, serves you right for going where you aren't allowed. She thought to herself, before walking back to her room to get ready for the day.

After brushing out her tangled black hair, she put on her suit of armor and helmet. For some reason, she held onto this look longer than any other. The girl was adorned in obsidian black dragoon armor, and a matching helmet. The trim of both her armor and helmet was a startling white, as she preferred to wear the colors of her magic of choice; Necromancy. She didn't know what it was about Dragonspyre's clothing that allured her, but something about it was just….entrancing. Her armor was highly enchanted by now, but she always had it stitched by the local seamstress to match the appearance of her old Dragonspyre set.

As she walked out to wake her sleeping companion, she began to silently run her daily schedule through her mind. Turn in my reports, light the candles on the chandelier, then light the fireplace, help Molly get ready for her classes….as Mary continued to muse, she could hear the soft wails of her pet wraith coming through the walls. Molly insisted she keep it in the furnace room, the poor creature. Then again, Molly was still getting used to the creatures of Necromancy, so she couldn't expect more than that. She was just starting to get used to the fact that the house would look at her as she came in, anyways. Perhaps one day she'd let her bring the wraith back inside? One could hope. As she reached the entrance to her companions room, she noticed her worriedly speaking to the imp, who was still unconscious. Bracing herself for the worst, Mary nervously cleared her throat to get Molly's attention.