Magic isn't something that creates, it divides. There is no school of magic, only affinities. Mages, those with this ability, harness this latent power to affect the world around them. Be they Druid, Wizard, Sorceress or Warlock, each is separate and disjointed. Yet with separation comes prejudice, the conception of ideas and ideals about another unlike oneself that can breed nothing but ill intent. Labels, prejudices, ignorance and judgement surround us and that, is what this story is all about. For few laws govern the magical communities across the world. While all laws are equal in penalty, some are more equal than others. One such law, none can know what really lurks in the dark. Only when they've experienced it for themselves, and are brought within, can be told the truth. It's typical if you think about it. the average stiff working a desk job gets to sleep peacefully at night while those at the extremes of society know the score. Those at the top get rich while those at the bottom barely survive. So, what do you do when you discover you can see spirits, interact with the restless dead and raise zombies, that you're a Necromancer. What do you do when you learn the world's united against you? That they see nothing wrong with removing you as a threat to the order that keeps them oppressed. You raise a middle finger, and do what needs to be done. | Path of the Necromancer - Origins by James C Laird, Paperback | Indigo Chapters