This is based off of a Group on the free game FeralHeart. We're known as the Necromancer's Academy, and we're always looking for more members! If you want to check us out, go to NecroAcademy
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In a land far away from ours, where modern technology is nothing but a myth, magic rules the world. Academy's dot around this land of magic, which is known by the natives as Penumbra. Magic is divided into classes. There are Wizards, which are the highest, having mastered all elemental forms of magic. Mages are skilled in one type of element, such as water or fire, making them second class. Third class are the Necromancers. They deal specifically with the undead and spiritual entities of the world. The fourth class is witches and warlocks, who don't have enough magical energy to create powerful spells, so they use "Catalyst's" such as brooms, wands, and cauldrons to help them. The last class is Voodoo and Magician. These characters are very weak in magical skills, they use charms with low magic to pull off small performances. There are schools of each of these classes, and one we're looking at in particular.
A forest to the far south, known as the Forest of Fairies, is home to The Necromancer's Academy of Wayward Souls, run by Headmaster Atrum. The school had just opened, and he stood at the balcony of the Academy. Unlike other very prestigious academies, Atrum's was much smaller, and at low cost. The Academy had a main building, with two towers on each side. The left tower held the dorms, while the right tower held a lounge area. The main building held Atrum's room, and a study area at the base. Atrum was a very strange soul, by exterior and interior design. His hair was solid black, with a little of it hanging over one side of his face. He had a silver piercing on his lip, and pale skin. His traditional wear was the Headmaster's Robe, a black robe with green swirled markings on the sleeves leading up to his shoulder, while underneath he wore a comfortable black shirt, with bandaged black pants and black shoes. While his appearance wasn't all that bad, it was his eye's that disturbed most of the population. They had the most unnatural color of a radioactive green, while the area around his eye's wasn't white, it was solid black. He stood overlooking the forest with his glowing gaze. He began to smile as he saw the students beginning to filter in. They stood in front of the facility, looking around. Snapping his fingers, a large swarm of green orbs of spirits floated and formed in front of him. He took a step, standing on them as they lowered him to the ground gently. As the students saw him, he spoke.
"Welcome to the Academy."
The students, and what appeared to be other faculty members, looked at Atrum. One of them, a boy with silver hair, and a cold, icy silver gaze, looked at him for a moment, before turning away with a huff. The girl, who was a little redhead, beamed up at him. "Are you Headmaster Atrum? I'm Yoko!" she said cheerfully. Atrum nodded. "Yeah, but you can just call me Atrum." Atrum stared at her a bit. Short, but wonderful breast size… he thought. Another thing about Atrum was that he was a little bit of a pervert. Tearing his gaze away from the cute, he looked at the cold boy. "And who might you be?" he asked. The boy gave him a cold glare, staying silent. It was a little while before he spoke again. "Eclipse." He said. Atrum tensed a bit. He knew a little of this boy, and he knew what he was, none of it a good sign. He smiled. "Welcome, Yoko, Eclipse. The dorms are in the left tower, but feel free to explore a bit." Yoko bounced off with curiousity, while Eclipse slowly began to walk around. Atrum turned to find a woman walking up to him. Oh my God… he thought, his eye's going wide. Such a slim body, and not too bad a breast size either. She is perfection… He thought dreamily. He gave a dream-like smile. "Hello there sweetheart…who might you be?" he flirted, throwing one of this best smiles. The woman glared before leaning forward and punching him in the gut. "Call me that again and see what happens." She growled. Her hair was a soft blue, almost a type of gray. Her eyes were dark red, but her right eye was covered with an eyepatch. She wore a black leather jacket, with a white t-shirt underneath. Her pants were short jeans, decorated with a black belt, and wore black knee high socks and laced up black boots. Around her neck was a chain necklace and on top of her head, were wolf ears the same color as her hair. Behind her, was a silver wolf tail. "As for my name, " she continued. "It's Tempest." She walked passed him, going to explore. Atrum blinked, standing back up and rubbing his stomach. "What a woman…" he breathed. A voice behind him chuckled. "I think she wants to kill you more than befriend you…" Atrum turned to find a man, quite large than him, who wore a gray t-shirt and gray jeans with darker gray designs on them. His hair was a light blonde, and his gaze was green. "I'm Jerome." He said. Atrum smiled. "Nice to meet you." Jerome didn't say anything and just walked away. Soon, Atrum was alone again. "Well, this is going to be one heck of a day…"
It was a few hours later before more people came in. One of them was a student named Gulliver, who seemed to keep to himself a lot. He was a slightly tall guy, but for some reason, held a feminine figure, with milky white skin and round thighs. He had hazel eyes and brown hair. For some reason he kept disappearing into the dorms when no one was there. Atrum had been patrolling around the campus, watching the students and learning more about them. Behind the Academy was a large altar, used for practicing summoning. Near that was a shrine with a huge black crystal that always glowed in it. It supplied the school with magical power, and a shard of the crystal could be used for other types of magic, good, or bad. Gulliver had hung around this area, before going into the dorm. Looking around seeing that no one was around, he bent down and pulled out a trunk from under his bed. Opening it, was an array of dresses, wigs, and make-up. He got in a beautiful blue dress, and put on a curly hair wig. On his face was brown eyeliner and slight blush. Atrum was just outside the tower, walking around, before he took a quick glance inside. His jaw dropped, and he moved closer, looking through the window. Gulliver had been happily preening. Turning, he froze when he saw a pair of glowing green eyes staring at him through the window. He jumped, before he frowned. "Atrum, I see you right there." Atrum stood up, sticking his head through the window. "Sorry, I was just a little shocked and I had to watch."
"You're going to tell my secret now, aren't you?"
"What? No!"
"Yeah right."
Atrum sighed, sticking his torso through the window. "I'm not going to tell anyone, it's not my business." He explained. "I say go for whatever you're doing. I don't mind it at least, I mean, look at me, I'm not exactly the definition of normal." He said. Gulliver sighed. "Well, if you say so." He smiled, sitting down on his bed. Silence passed by them for a while, the two of them just staring at each other. Finally, Atrum broke the silence. "Well, this has been great and all, but I think I should get going." Gulliver jumped. "Oh yeah, uh, great." They continued to stare at each other. Gulliver tilted his head. "Aren't you leaving?" Atrum laughed. "Oh I would."
"Then what's keeping you?"
"I'm stuck."
While all of this was happening, a certain student stood in front of the black crystal, a smirk on his face. "Finally, I'll have all the power I need…" his silver gaze glittered cunningly, as he leaned forward and broke off a piece of the crystal…
Well, this has so far been my best story. I love how this is going. Stay tuned for more!