"NEW ORDER"
"NECROMANCER SWAIN"
Byron
"Do you know why you were brought here?" The One Who is The One says as he walks slowly as he circulates me. We are in his office, which is pretty big. I stand like a soldier on front of his grand wide table.
"I-I don't know sir." I reply with a stutter.
"Don't tell me you don't know!"He looks at me with a serious face.
"I…" I feel very nervous. My legs wiggle with fear. "I use the power of necromancy?"
"Exactly" he looks at me he continues "I give necromancy to those who were great in their training and you were the first one to receive such honor even though I never gave it to you yet. I have the power to give and take away that power you know. So tell me, who gave you the power?"
I stay silent. I really never knew who gave me that power. "…..I don't know-"
"You don't know." He snaps "There must be! Don't tell me you don't know!"
"Really sir, I don't know." I reply with fear; knowing I'll die if I didn't answer. "I'd just find out when I knocked my bully out and training-!"
"Don't shout at me boy!" he warns. He let out a deep sigh and says "You're brave to face who has a higher rank than you."
"I'm sorry sir." I ask for forgiveness from his highness. "You can take my necromancy away from me sir."
I notice a surprise in his face. I continue "There is no honor for me taking this powerful magic. Let me continue to train; soon, when I'm an achieved student I may bring back my necromancy."
He looks at me with a serious face; he may look very angry. I humbly say "Sorry sir, I spoke." I bend my head down; thinking what he will do to me.
Someone places my shoulder and I flinch; it was the One. I look up and he says "You're a very honorable man. What is your name?"
"Byron Swain, sir" I reply.
He nods with an interesting face. Then his hand on my shoulder and his eyes start to glow. I flinch but I try to remain still. "What is he doing?"
After a few seconds, the glow fades and speaks "I see you're power is very strong; inappropriate for a beginner like you." He puts his hand over his mouth "Do you want your power increased?"
I shock with surprise "Sir, I really do want the power, but I may not able handle its power."
"But you can." He places his hand on me and says some kind of spell on me
Necromancy, necromancy, necromancy!
The art of great magic has come upon your soul!
Magic of blackness and darkness you shall receive!
Accept the offering given by the great One!
Among the infinite population across,
You were chosen to become one of the hundred!
You are chosen to rule with a hard iron fist!
To create a world full of discipline and logic
And replace the culture of creativity
To make a spiral world better place to live in!
You will stay loyal and obey the New Order
Thus you will be a powerful necromancer!
Suddenly my body shakes; magic is transmitting into me. I feel the great power within me. It's increasing and growing and it stops. I fell on the ground unconscious.
"Rise Swain!" he commands and he smirks "or should I say, Necromancer Swain!"
I open my eyes and black magic glows on my eyes and hands. The One says "You are now a powerful necromancer. You are now part of the Elimination Team."