-Chapter Seven-
Raven didn't
notice the problem with her note because she was busy in her room.
Fortunately for her, her friends didn't even touch it. "Where
is it, where is it, where is it!" she muttered repeatedly,
searching for something in her hundreds of spell books. A tear was
gathering at the corner of her eye from sheer frustration.
"We
can't have you crying now can we?" said a frighteningly familiar
voice from behind Raven. She bolted upright and turned around
quickly.
"Who's there?"
A wizard dressed in silver
armor appeared from behind Raven's closet. "It is I, the Wizard
Rorek. I do believe that you have read of me?"
"I have
read of both Malchior and Rorek. Which one are you really?"
Raven asked suspiciously.
"When I imprisoned Malchior the
Dragon inside my enchanted book, which you now, or used to, possess,"
Rorek motioned to the chest where Raven had locked Malchior's prison.
"I died shortly after. Since my book is indeed enchanted, I
roamed these halls for years since you owned my book."
"Why
are you talking to me now?"
"Because, my fair maiden, I
am a mere spirit now. And, so are you."
Raven turned away.
"Why are you bothering me Rorek?"
"I bother you
now, as you say, because I want to help you. I erased the last
sentence in you desperate note to your friends because they would not
understand the power of magic needed to do necromancy. Isn't that
what you wanted to try on yourself?"
Raven was taken aback.
"You read my note? And you tampered with it! Why?"
"So
I can help you. It's even more boring being trapped in the spirit
world forever than being trapped in an enchanted book, in my
opinion." Rorek said with utmost confidence.