This is my second Wizard101 Fanfiction, which I will write as TLS gets heavily edited. I hope you enjoy my new story. Thanks for reading, and please, leave a review if you enjoyed it. If you don't, I'll just think no one likes it and won't continue. D: Even something as simple as "Keep writing," will motivate me! Thanks again.

Chapter I

My name is Alura Bane. This name might mean nothing to you, in fact, I can guarantee it doesn't, but that doesn't refute the fact that it does mean something to many other people. And nothing good.

You see, my family, the Banes, have a long history. We are very infamous necromancers, known for partnering with Malistaire to give him power over the undead. But I swear we don't do that stuff anymore. At least, we don't do it for Malistaire. Our family now uses necromancy only when it is needed. And after Malistaire left Wizard City, it was quite difficult to keep in touch with him, anyway.

What we do now is mostly the hunting of the undead. We kill them off (quite the oxymoronic situation) so they don't harass the citizens of the Spiral. For years, our lives have been all well and good, until now. Powerful undead have been popping up more so than ever. And guess who the next-in-line necromancer is?

Moi.

So it's my mission to take care of them at some point. Along with the help of other "chosen" necromancers. My parents tell me it's a great honor. Sometimes I wish I was born a Life student. Their lives look oh-so easy.

I look out the window of my bedroom, and see my pet dragon, Luna, sleeping soundly in the grass. I look up at the clock and see that classes start in three hours. I'd woken up incredibly early. I decided to go downstairs, as I saw no point in trying to go back to sleep. My dad was up, which he usually was. There were always hundreds of hunting jobs needing to be taken care of, and as one of the only few necromancers in Wizard City, (that hunted, at least,) he was almost always busy. He looked up to the stairs, saw me, and smiled.

"Good morning, honey," he said as I sat across from him at the table. He was polishing his staff. "You're never up quite this early. Actually, you usually sleep until the last minute. You okay?"

"I'm fine," I scoffed, "I kept waking up every few hours. That's all."

"I see. Are you nervous?"

"Nothing to be nervous about."

My father smirked, placing the polishing cloth back on the table.

"Right. Well, I need to take care of some hunting. Tell your mother I'll be back around four P.M.," he told me, picking up his satchel and then leaving the house, as he did every morning.

I poked around in the cupboards and found some fruit to eat, and then ventured outdoors. It was bright, the sun lustrously falling onto the grass. I made my way to where Luna slept, knelt down next to her, and carefully patted her scaly head. She blinked her eyes open, and as she saw me, gently nudged against my knee. Luna was my best friend in the entire Spiral. I didn't really have any friends, for that matter. Mostly because of the history of my family. But I didn't mind all that much. I don't want to be friends with ignorant people, anyway.

But it would be nice to have a few.

I picked up Luna's food bowl and filled it with baby dragon food. She ate as if she hadn't in years, and smoke rose out of her flared nostrils, the sign of a happy dragon. I sat outside with her for two and a half hours, which really didn't seem that long. I only realized I had to go to school once my mom called for me.

"You're going to be late, Alura!"

I jerked my head up and just then realized how long I'd been outside. I leaped onto my feet and ran down the path to the Spiral door. My mother waved goodbye as I walked through the portal to Wizard City.

The commons weren't incredibly busy, probably because students were getting to their classrooms. As for the death students, our classes were usually held in the library, taught by Malorn Ashthorn. As I walked inside, I spotted the usual suspects: girls swooning over the young (nearly a student,) teacher who had yet to arrive; the 'good' students sitting in the front, waiting patiently for class to begin; the 'bad' students sitting in back, making too much noise. And then there was Miranda, a good friend of mine, as well as Leo, another friend.

We sat somewhere in the middle. We didn't really belong anywhere besides with each other, each for different reasons. For me, it was because I was a hunter. Miranda was obscenely intelligent, and tended to be a know-it-all. Leo... well, I'm not exactly sure what his reasons were. But he was nice enough.

"Hey, Alura," Leo greeted, patting the seat next to him. I smiled and sat, returning the greeting. Miranda said nothing, but was madly writing something in a journal.

"Is she okay?" I ask, motioning to her, and she didn't even look up once.

"She's making an escape plan."

"An escape plan...?"

"Apparently, she stayed after class yesterday to talk to Ashthorn about magic strategy, and at some point he told her that there is a new dark wizard on the rise."

"You mean, like Malistaire?" I asked, wondering if I should believe this news or not.

"Apparently stronger. I wasn't going to believe her, with her lying tendencies, but she seemed genuinely freaked."

"That's because I AM." Miranda finally spoke up, glaring at Leo, "Just you watch. Ashthorn is probably going to make notice of it today in class. In fact, most of the professors probably will. And then the headmaster is going to create this whole big ordeal over it, involve students, and personally, I don't want to be a part of that."

"What's your big plan, then?" I ask half-heartedly. Something like this was the last thing I needed.

"I'm thinking of moving to Grizzleheim. Grizzleheim seems nice."

"Yeah, if the bears don't eat you first." Leo chuckled, earning him another glare. At that moment, the library door opened, and in walked our teacher. He did look a bit more stressed today than usual. He thumped his books onto the desk and looked up at the class with darkened eyes. The room was silent.

"Good morning, class."