Chapter 2

When Wayne DeLovely began to feel himself forming thoughts of his own, his eyes were open, and he turned to look at hundreds of figures around him. In a long horizontal row, extending to the left and right of him, stood horrific skeletal human figures, though with some flesh still attached. Behind him stood a mass conglomeration of shadow apparitians, monsters, ghouls and more human skeletal exposed figures. Feeling something climb on his feet, Wayne looked down to see dozens of rats feeding on the mottled corpses that everyone was standing on.

A booming voice rang out that made everyone shudder. Wayne looked frantically to see where the voice was coming from, but it came from no particular direction, it was inside his mind. The voice spoke in cruel undertones for a long time before it seemed to be talking directly to him. Telling him he was special, telling him that he had a great new purpose, telling him that he would be granted power eternal. All of his thoughts and feelings shifted to one single word-obey.

In front of the line, in which Wayne was a part, stood a multitude of shadowy horses, each with a dark figured man staring out at them. One of them strode forward slowly on his horse. Around the legs of the horse swarmed small flesh exposed creatures, hopping around on dis-jointed limbs. On each of them was attached several large grey satchels. Though the night was pitch black, Wayne's eyes could see everything with startling clarity.

The man on the horse would move in front of a member of the line, reach down to pick up a satchel, it would begin to glow a hazy green before handing it to the one he was in front of. The man was coming in from the right and before long, stood directly in front of Wayne. For the first time Wayne looked at the man in the face, and thought how familiar he looked, though his mind was running in circles, and he could barely remember his own name. The pale man with long white hair reached down for a satchel, Wayne saw him whisper words to fuse the bag with power and make it glow brightly. Wayne reached out his arm, an action that seemed to completly new to him, and wrapped his fingers around it, and brought the satchel to his chest.

When at last the man had finished this process, and everyone in the line stood all clutching onto an identical bag. The man turned and rode off to the east, followed by many of his mounted soldiers. Wayne stood there, unsure of what to do, until the same voice echoed inside his head. The voice told him to open the bag, and use the objects therein.

All along the row, each one opened the satchel at nearly the same time. Inside was: a long sharp knife-covered in runes, books of spell, a bone wand, and a robe with a headdress, both adorned with varies types of bones. Slowly, they all put it on, Wayne was feeling extremely out of sorts, as though in between a dimension. His mind could never focus, or form a truly independant thought, and his body was recieving a constant dull pain.

If you would have told him at this time that he was dead, he would not have believed you. If you would have told him that he had spent the last three weeks running about like a mindless beast, attacking anything that moved, well, he would not have believed that either. And to purpose that he was now a necromancer in a vast army of undead slaves, well he would have doubted you still.

However no doubts were left about his purpose once his robes and headdress were on. The voice rang triumphantly as he weaved the bone wand and whispered the incantation that the voice was saying. Within moments the corpses that were all around began to slowly rise. Wayne felt fulfilled in these moments, it felt so right and perfect in his mind to do this. They rose and rose until everything, man and beast, all stood alive again.

Lightning began flashing as a heavy rain began to pour. The voice commanded them to move, and with as much haste as possible, they followed the path of the mounted soldiers.

End Chapter 2