She laughed, she didn't know what else to do. She leaned back against the couch and tried to smother the mirthless laughter erupting from her throat. It died down once she saw the seriousness of her father's face and the tears in her mother's eyes.

She shook her head, It's just too crazy. A necromancer?

"You've got to be joking, right? A necromancer...you're telling me I'm a necromancer, one of the most powerful ones in a century. I don't even know what that is! And then, you want to spur this prophecy thing on me?"She sneered at the cup of tea her mother had set in front of her, refusing to even look at the two of them any more.

"Hope Linnet, do not take that tone with me. I've tried to protect you from this, to keep this from you, but I know it was wrong. I should have taught you, should have helped you. Now, you're unprepared and unarmed, how can I expect you to protect yourself?" Hope felt the sting of guilt in her heart and she resented it. She crossed her arms, trying to keep herself from falling apart.

"Hope, you've always felt like you had too many emotions to handle, right? Always felt like you could feel the pain and worries of other people? That's what a necromancer feels. Necromancy makes you feel more than others, makes you susceptible to the feelings of those around you because you are so close to those on the Other Side. You are much more in tuned to the other side than the others so its almost as if these feelings are throwing themselves at you-"

"What is going on inside that head of yours Dad? I can't...you honestly can't think I believe this crap do you?" She could almost feel the waves of frustration rolling of her father. Or maybe, she was actually feeling them.

Maybe... No, no, this is just too insane.

"The reason you've been fighting depression is because of this ability, Hope. You have to start managing it or you can end up lashing out, hurting those around you, or even killing yourself." He was curt, business like. He had never used that tone with her, and it hurt her more than when he had grabbed her earlier at Elena's. Then she finally registered what he had said.

"Killing myself?" Her voice was shaky, and all of a sudden she could remember the deep pits that she had always had to crawl out of, the smallest things that had set her off into dark nights of contemplating the reality of how much she had wanted to die. How it was like whispers in the night just begging her to join the land of the dead.

Maybe those voices weren't just metaphor. The thought made her skin crawl as she tried to suppress the shudders. The last three years she has grappled and wrestled with it, the depression, the suicidal thoughts, all of it. She had never thought it could be because of others' pain, not her own. The self-loathing, contempt and hatred she had harbored these last few years...was there the possibility it had never been her own?

A whole new world of opportunity opened up for her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she had a fighting chance at survival.

"Necromancers are very susceptible to depression, and most of them go dark, consumed by the darkness they unknowingly seep up from the people around them and the darkness of the other side. Has anyone ever told you it was like you took the pain away? That just by listening to them they had felt better?" She nodded. "You were taking the pain away, Hope. It was their pain, their sorrow, their grief you have been carrying around with you, and then the other side was drawn to you, making it all the more worse. If you don't accept this, accept the help I'm trying to offer you, that darkness will consume you. We can't lose you like that, Hope. I can't." Her father was begging her now, the pleading tone almost too much for her to handle. She could believe what they were telling her, could go along with her parents' crazy idea, and maybe, possibly, finally become mentally stable. Or she could not believe her dad, totally ignore everything he has said, and end up killing herself.

She sighed and made her decision.

"Fine, how can I get this under control?" He visibly relaxed, his shoulders caving in and his eyes closing. He opened them and fixed her with a look of determination, those clear blue eyes she so desperately wished she would have inherited, hard as sapphires.

"You train, mentally and physically. There is so much you need to learn." She cocked an eyebrow and motioned for him to continue. He nodded, standing up to pace while he explained everything to her.

"First, necromancers are witches who have the ability to use the power of the earth, but can also see into the Other Side, can talk to the dead. A really powerful one can raise the dead. Usually it takes dark magic to do this, and so it has become that witches view necromancers as dark magic users, which is untrue. Necromancers, just like witches, can be good or bad. It's a choice. The last hundred years, there's been rumors of a necromancer who will be so powerful, she will upset the balance between this world and the Other Side. Necromancers have been showing up slaughtered all over the country, killed by jealous and scared witches who are afraid of the spirits and what the consequences will be. I've found one necromancer, a couple states away, who has agreed to help me. He's stayed well hidden for years and was unwilling at first, but necromancers look after their own. The witches are angry though, and are calling to the help of other supernatural beings."

"Other supernatural beings?" He nodded, and she fell back against the couch, flabbergasted and a little amused that she had not seen that coming. So far, he had her enraptured. Witches? Maybe even vampires and werewolves? She laughed at herself and the absurdity of her thoughts, but then, she was supposed to be the most powerful necromancer born in a hundred years.

"Eighteen years ago, a prophecy was made by a witch named Rhea, one of the oldest and most powerful witches alive to date. This prophecy spoke of a child who was so powerful in both realms of magic, that she could be used for the greatest of goods, or the worst of evils. Both races have been scouring the earth, looking for a child with magical roots that go further than just the necromancers and witches. When we had you a year after the prophecy was made, your mother instantly told me of your history, and I instantly knew that they would becoming after you. It was why I left, to find answers. By the time I had found them, you're mother and I had grown too far apart, and I just couldn't handle staying around when she had already found someone else. I shouldn't have stayed out of your life for so long, that was my mistake." Hope was taken aback by the confession, and apology from her father. She never expected it.

She knew now that if he ever abandoned her again, she knew it would completely destroy her, forget the darkness that came with being an empath.

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