![]() Looking down, Jonathan was in the center of a magical circle formed of withered grass, his mother’s hand no longer on his arm. In fact, he was almost reminded of his father. Though he could not make out any details, there didn’t seem to be any malice coming from the individual. Kneeling beside him was a cloaked figure. So loud that it felt like he was being shaken apart. Why are you here?” The voice was loud in his head. As the blood seeped from his veins, Jonathan began to see a shadow coming out of the center of the light. ![]() That is where the story was supposed to end, only that was not what happened this day. I am coming to find you…mommy…and…daddy…”Īt the tender age of ten, a young boy’s life was to be cut short. While looking at his mother’s wedding ring, Jonathan pulled a dagger from his belt and whispered “it’s all going to be alright. He kept doing this until the day he finally succumbed to the despair. He would begin muttering to himself while clutching the hand that was still attached to his arm. He broke down at that moment and all will to live was gone.įor several days, Jonathan wandered the forest aimlessly. That comfort was quickly replaced with horror when he turned to face her and only found a severed limb holding him. At first, he was comforted by the feeling of his mother’s grasp on his arm. When he awoke, Jonathan found himself alone in a forest that he didn’t recognize. The energy of the Teleportation Circle finishing clashed with the lightning bolt and a flash of light blocked the rest of Jonathan’s vision. With a smile, Leon turned to his family and mouthed “I will always love you both” before a bolt of lightning tore into him and bounced towards Clara. Most of all, he would remember the final moments as his father fell to the assault. ![]() His mother continued the chants through clenched teeth and teary eyes. His father bringing forth minion after minion as spells flew about around them. The battle that ensued would be one of the few memories from his childhood that Jonathan would remember vividly. She was unable to keep a hand on her husband as he left the circle. Turning to Clara, Leon gave a smile that scared her more than she had ever been scared before. There was no way that the servants would pose and threat to the Wizards that were coming for the family. It was around this time that Leon heard the sounds of his fate that he had foreseen: the estate was rocked with the crackle and explosion of magical energies. They drew up the Circle and began the spell. With the items in hand, he brought Carla, his wife, and Jonathan into the large central chamber of their estate. He spent what precious time he had left gathering the materials he would need to ensure his future. Leon knew of what was to come before the council was convened. Judgement was passed: Leon, his family, and his students would be dispatched his notes would be burned and Necromancy would be banned from the campus. He was the foremost practitioner of Necromancy at the school and the Headmaster had been killed by undead in his presence. The only evidence they had implicated Leon for the crimes. The Wizard’s Council met late into that night. It was then that Leon realized that he had been the target all along. Using the distraction to his advantage, Bartholomew drank a vial he had kept hidden inside of his cloak and disappeared into thin air. Not having been prepared for what he would find, the Headmaster was unable to put up any resistance to the Wight’s thirst. It was at this time that the Headmaster came to inspect the commotion. He turned and used Necromantic energies to drain some nearby students of life and turn them into Wights under his control. ![]() Bartholomew was not going to take this insult lightly though. ![]() It wasn’t until one fateful night that he came across Bartholomew experimenting on forbidden subjects: the people of a nearby village that he had been abducting them from.Ĭonfronting his now former student, Leon drove Bartholomew into the public places where he then outed him for his crimes. He took great interest in drawing out life energy from people and turning them into his minions, which at first seemed to fit right in with Leon and his own studies. His true name was never mentioned and those around him only referred to him as Bartholomew. Among Leon’s pupils, one stood out in particular. However, all was not to remain grand and wonderful. It was at this academy that Jonathan Constantine’s father, Leon, was a professor of advanced studies, particularly in the fields of Necromancy and Demonology. This is no ordinary school though, for if you make it through the illusions and enchantments placed upon it, you will find the premier academy for magical research and application. Tucked in a far off corner of the Chronum Empire, there is a school. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |