Death came for me. No, it wasn't my time. He just needed my help.
An old problem returned, and I would need to travel somewhere dead to help.
While there, I found the city of Um. It was dead. The people were dead. The streets were dead. There was nothing. The threat Death told me about had taken them ... taken them all.
I had to learn a dead skill: Necromancy. My tutor had no life, so it was easy to get him to teach me.
I poured my soul into the ritual dances. My brain went dead from all the grinding I had to do. I worked myself to the bone to fill the Well of Souls.
All of my training. All the souls I had gained as allies. It was time. I was ready as I was going to be. The First Necromancer challenged me a winner takes all duel.
I faced him. I defeated his first minions with little difficulty. But him ... I ... tried ... and ... I failed ...
Death could not save me this time. I was now but another soul in the First Necromancer's army.
Death still has time to find another. A chance. Perhaps?
Shame when everything around me was already dead on arrival.
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