The Rights and Duties of a Necromancer

Once upon a time there was a necromancer—that is, me: Ariana Fleur. I studied in the final year of the Royal Enclosure of Magic. When I swore an oath as a necromancer, I couldn’t even imagine what it could lead to, thinking it was just a formality. Unexpectedly, instead of the usual practice, I received a clear assignment from someone you don’t argue with: go there— I don’t know where; kill that—I don’t know who!

And while carrying out this assignment, step by step I’m stripped of my rights… to peace, to friendship, to an honest name, to love. But the guy I got isn’t simple—and he won’t give up that easily…