Chapter 7: Necromancy and a New Dawn Part 1

Michael POV

As I entered my room, I looked at the nearby mirror to see what my new amalgamation form looked like. As I looked at myself I thought, Holy shit, no wonder Orlox was afraid of me.

I was quite a bit taller now; before, I barely touched seven feet tall. Now, I was a good eight feet tall. My right arm was glowing with Claimh Solais's energy and my left arm was burning black with Kaladbolg's dark power. The rest of my body was covered in a hungry white flame. I had demonic features: my hands were claw-like with what looked like small elbow blades. My hair was still normal except it was now gray instead of black. Then I noticed the strangest thing; I had freaking wings. They were bat-like but convex at the same time. I tried to control them and found that they were also quite strong, having accidentally hit myself in the face with one. I have freaking demon wings! How much weirder does it get?

Then it hit me. This was a manifestation of not just my willpower, but also the depths of my soul. In the deepest pit of his soul each man has the power to do the greatest good, but also the ability to commit the worst atrocities.

How do I leave this form? I can't exactly go walking around as an eight-foot tall demon. I thought about it for a while, then realized that it was probably a very simple solution, If willpower is measure of power in this form, then can't it be the way to leave it.

CLAIMH SOLAS! KALADBOLG! LEAVE ME!

At my mental command, I felt a great power departing from my control and suddenly, the two swords were in my hands. As I sheathed the blades, a great weariness came over me and I was barely able to stagger over to my bed before merciful sleep claimed me.

Midna POV

Ugh, is this day never going to end? I thought, disgusted with the attempt on Michael's life by Councilor Andovar. But there was something stranger still to be dealt with. How had Michael not just defeated but killed one of the most powerful warriors in the Twilight Realm.

Well it's not like Link couldn't do that-

Another part of my mind quickly interjected, Stop thinking about Link already! You broke the Mirror, so you have to deal with it!

The former part of my mind offered a quick counter, But is it broken for good? What about Michael? Didn't he say that he was supposed to fix it?

I thought about going to ask him about why he had come here again, but I realized that he was probably asleep by now. I remembered with a smile how he had stung Andovar verbally, I will not suffer someone who doesn't know when to shut up and is half my height! He had said. Ah well, I reflected as I imagined the fuss Andovar would make about this at the next meeting, At least my new bodyguard has a sense of humor.

"'Half my height!' Now that was funny!" I said to myself.

Michael POV

Where am I? I thought to myself as I looked around the massive chamber, Wait a minute, are those the pedestals? Just as I thought, those pedestals with their strange symbols on them told me where I was.

"Ok, where are you? I know you're here somewhere." I called out.

"Well, you catch on quickly." A powerful, reverberating voice said.

"Let me guess…Din?" I said flippantly.

"Yes…I am Din," the being said in its power-filled voice.

"Then could you tell me why I'm here?" I asked.

"Well, there was something we wanted to give you."

As the words were spoken, a small book appeared in a flash of light and floated towards me.

"Take it," the voice of Din said, "It is what we call a 'Grimoire'. Normally, it would be used to record spells, but we modified it so you can record memories other things as well. And don't worry about ink or pages; this book will feed directly from what your mind gives it."

"Thank you very much for this gift." I said humbly as my dream faded to black.

I woke up with a start to the sound of the grandfather clock on my wall striking another hour. As I got up, a brown something slipped off my chest onto the floor. I bent and picked it up to see that it was the grimoire

Over the course of the next few days, I went about my duties, made my rounds, and stood guard at the meetings. As expected, Councilor Andovar bitched ad nauseum about my insult to him that day when I killed Orlox. Unexpectedly, they laughed and while they didn't support me openly, I knew that I had gained some small amount of respect of most of them. It turns out that Andovar is not so well liked amongst the Twili High Council. This would most definitely work to my advantage later on.

The days marched their uneventful course; I read more about magic, practiced, I surprised myself with how quickly I absorbed the concepts of illusion magic. Soon, I finished with Illusions, I moved on to other magics. I was going to have to ask Midna about making a magic storage pouch later. I tried out some elemental magic to find that my ability with the elements was augmented with my elemental swords. I left off at a mediocre level of elemental control when I found another book. This one was old and molded, the title barely readable. I handled it carefully and opened it up to the first page. Over the weeks, I'd gone over the various ways to fix the Twilight Mirror, everything from elemental blasts to physically finding the fragments and melting them into a new mirror. These theories were quickly discarded before receiving any thought at all.

Exasperated, I had gone back to knowledge from my previous life, sifting through the troves of trivia and factoids I'd gathered over the years. Then, I pieced together a theory that was actually quite feasible. Both Zant and Ganondorf didn't seem to require the power of the Twilight Mirror to cross the gap between the two worlds. They probably used the Triforce of power to make the leap. Seeing as Zant borrowed his power from Ganondorf, this would make sense. So all I would have to do is somehow 'borrow' the Triforce of Power from Ganondorf.

"All I have to do?" I had said to myself, "Easier said than done by all means!"

Now, however, looking upon this book, I could feel that there was a way to fulfill my duty; and that way was now within my reach. Before I even saw the title of the book I was able to tell this, but the title helped to confirm my belief. The title was written in faded gold lettering across the inside cover.

The title was…Necromancy. The secrets of the forbidden art.

Perfect. Necromancy was the art of magically bringing something back to life. Once brought back, the being was under the Necromancer's control. What's more, the Necromancer could also draw energy from those long dead. In war, a Necromancer was your worst possible nightmare. They could draw energy from the slain and heal themselves, and then they could turn your own dead soldiers against you. Not only are they able to amass an enormous army from their enemy's dead, but also they absolutely destroy morale.

Perfect.

I opened the book to its first pages and started read the pages and pages of notes, spells, tips, facts, trivia, knowledge, and experiments by other necromancers. I red, hungrily devouring in the information, hours passed without notice, I red.

I closed the book, my need for confirmation and information finally sated, and a great weariness broke over me like a water balloon.

The next morning, I decided to ask Midna about what I'd found out.

"Excuse me, Princess, I think I might have found a way to fix it." I said at the first opportunity.

"It?" she said. Then her eyes widened, as she understood what I meant. "Very well, come in and tell me what you know." She said, stepping aside to let me in.

Once I was inside, she immediately closed the door and sat down at a round table near a fire.

I sat down at the other side and we talked, I told her about my idea, and, as expected, she gave me one of those 'have-you-finally-lost-it?' looks.

"Are you out of your mind? You want to resurrect Ganondorf to fix the Mirror! And you want my help!" She finally said when I'd finished.

I briefly considered that it wasn't entirely impossible when another part of my mind kicked in. "Look, Princess, I was sent here to find a way to fix the Mirror of Twilight. And I wouldn't even be here to begin with if it hadn't been broken! In the past few weeks, I have been snatched from my world and placed in one I didn't even know existed. I have been bombed, slashed at, shot at, had Orlox try to kill me, and had to tolerate the, excuse my language, straight-up BITCHING of a Twili noble who has tried multiple times to kill me! So I think it wouldn't be too much to ask of you to at least help me get to the Light Realm!" a well deep inside of me had been tapped, and it was quickly overriding the faculties of my mind that would normally never allow me to act this way. Even Midna looked kind of dazed. She seemed mull over it for a long time when, growing impatient, I said, "Your decision won't matter too much Princess; I mean to find a way into the Light Realm, and when I want to do something, I will do it regardless of the cost or potential consequences."

She considered things for a little while longer and finally said, "Very well, I presume you have some way of controlling Ganondorf when you resurrect him?"

"Yes," I said, unable to keep a note of triumph from my voice, "That is one of the perks of Necromancy, you control whatever you raise."

"For whatever good that will do," she said dourly.

"I don't quite understand."

"Let me put this way for you then," Midna said, her voice gaining a sarcastic edge, "You are going to attempt to raise the self-proclaimed Lord of Darkness from the dead and control him. Is it clear now."

"Very," I said, unfazed.

"Good. I just wanted you to know how crazy this is before you even attempt to do it." she paused for a moment, "But how are we going to get into the Light Realm?"

"Quite simple," I said, though it was anything but, "We will use the power from the Fused Shadows to facilitate a cross-dimensional teleport. Only one catch," I left it off at there.

"What?" she said.

"Umm…well…you see…I don't know how to teleport yet." I said, again embarrassed.

"No problem, I'll do it," she said reassuringly.

"Ok then, do you have any time constraints preventing you from leaving anytime soon?"

"Umm…time constraints? Your planning a cross-dimensional teleport to the Light Realm to resurrect the Lord of Darkness to repair the Twilight Mirror and you're still worried about whatever time constraints I may have thanks to a bunch of old men shouting at the top of their lungs in a closed chamber which, by the way, comes very close to driving me insane?" Midna said disbelievingly.

"Well…ok it was a bad question. I going to need some time to get some preparations together," turning to leave, I just remembered something, "Say, Princess, could you teach me how to do that storage spell?"

"Sure." She said.