A/N: PLEASE READ FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.Hello there~! So as this is my first story on this website I would really appreciate some constructive criticism (but no flames please!) I'd just like to set up a few warnings before you actually start reading the story: There will be some darker themes and character death in this story. If you don't like that, please don't read this story because I wouldn't like you to read something you wouldn't feel comfortable reading. Also, this is going to be an AU where Sylvia Drake doesn't die and Malistaire doesn't go insane...at least...for now...Thank you for reading~!

-Geomancy

Nobody really knew who he was or where he came from. One day he just showed up with a whole lot of guts and a bone to pick with the O'Learys. Nobody took him serious at first. He was just a kid, a fragile little Theurgist for goodness sake. But after a while things started happening and...well...anybody who thought that kid was all talk was proved wrong. How could a little kid who had never set foot in any sort of magic school have so much absurd power. Well the O'Learys were many things, but they weren't about to be fools and let this crazy little boy become their enemy. He'd have no issues ripping the lot of them to shreds. They took him in, taught him some more stuff, made him an even more dangerous threat than he already was. I think building the kid up was a really mistake. You could see the hate in the kid's eyes when he looked at them. Never really enjoyed their company except maybe Pops. Pops O'Leary had never really bugging him enough for him to have some sort of hate towards him. First couple of years the kid was fine, he was just a little boy no matter the power so it wasn't like he could be persuaded to do things. But then when the kid turned 11 things started getting bad. That was the age he was supposed to be off to Ravenwood and the O'Learys weren't about to let such a prize go. But the kid fought them. Insisted that it was for the best. They never really took the kid seriously, that was their real mistake though.

At about 12 he grew sick of waiting and had grown even more bitter towards the gang of criminals than before. He went straight up to Scotland Yard with some crafty story about the O'Learys kidnapping him off the streets, he claimed he had barely escaped with his life. He was a clever kid, got a lot of te O'Leary boys arrested that day. But now it was clear where his alliances stood but that didn't really matter to him. The kid was just happy that he had finally got the revenge he had never been able to unleash thanks to them tricking him with their fake hospitality. Really, they had just created their own worst enemy. Kinda funny once you thought about it. Then that boy finally got his chance to head off to Ravenwood and start his magic studies, you should have seen his face when he arrived. He looked like he was about to burst. But at the same time he looked like he was sizing everybody up trying to figure out who was the best to steal from. He ended up in the school of life just where he belonged and immediately crushed all the stereotypes that Theurgists were some sort of weak little daisies. This boy was tougher than anybody had ever seen, even the exalted wizards didn't want to get this kid of their bad side. He made up quickly for missing a year of teaching and was soon moved up to his class, ended up being level 32 by the end of the classes, that was a pretty big deal since it was about 10 levels higher than most.

I never really spoke to this boy though. I was scared of him like the rest. The entire year he was here he proved to be tough and scary...and ended up stealing everything he could get his hands on. Anyways, I used to live back in Marleybone and had dealt with the O'Learys (big bullies) quite a few times back when I was younger so I was very familiar with him and didn't want to get mixed up with his sort. But...things changed rather quickly. I was a Necromancer. I wasn't really a great Necromancer though. This resulted in my getting bullied quite a bit. Necromancers were usually avoided, just because we were dark and scary...I guess. Nobody wanted to be near somebody who dabbled in the undead. Even the other Necromancers tended to avoid me, just because they were scared I'd screw up. I didn't screw up everything. It just took a bit longer for me to learn things was all! But this boy saw things a bit differently from the rest. He wasn't scared by Necromancers and saw my talent as something more unique. I was hesitant of course, this boy was basically some sort of criminal. But he wasn't about to let someone he wanted to be friends with slip through his fingers. He corned me basically everywhere I tried to run. Said it was only a coincidence, but I wasn't a fool. Eventually, I very begrudgingly let him talk to me and learned perhaps this boy wasn't all that bad. He was actually sort of nice. Over the summer we ended up bonding, he became my best and only friend and I became his.

And so began the confusing friendship of Brady NightRunner and Iridian StarWeaver. This would that friendship that everyone had at least once in their life that completely flip flopped your life and changed your views. Brady, always had very ... interesting ... ideas to say the least. Most of them weren't the most legal things in the world but we never really got caught so it didn't exactly matter. Next school year rolls around, it was better than my first. Now I had a friend and I began to get better with my studies with some help from Professor Drake of course. Brady was pretty supportive about it though sometimes offering to help though death magic wasn't exactly his forte. He didn't completely suck though, so it still helped a little bit.

It was this point during the second half the year that my life took a turn for the absolute worst...and life seemed to think it could make up for it by providing me with a fantastic adventure I never really wanted.