The Necromancer

First let me just start off by saying it's been awhile, I've been busy with school (though most of my teachers probably doubt I've actually been working) but i wrote the begining of this story in tonight. so i thought I'd share it.

--The Necromancer--
A man stood at the top of a sand dune, he was wearing a black robe, with Gold stripes down the arms, and baggy pants, it was the type of thing that one would see in stories of Arabia, he wore a Kufi, a type of hat, which too was black, and every few inches had a gold stripe going down it. He held a dead bird in his right hand. The full moon lit the entire desert with a pale blue-silver glow. In the Distance he could see the faint blue-ish glow of minarets and the domes of buildings, however, he knew that these were not real buildings but the magics of this sacred place imposing long forgotten memories of civilizations eons old, and now dead, upon the landscape. Suddenly as if out of nowhere a tiny, dark blue creature appeared from out of the sand at the foot of his dune. The creature had a round head with no nose what so ever, pitch black eyes and a slit for a mouth, with long fangs protruding from within. The rest of his body was skinny, it seemed that the slightest breeze would snap his body in half due to its being so top heavy. It had long, silver claws, which were attached to spindly arms, hardly noticeable against the glow of the moon. It sniffed the Air, and apparently caught a whiff of what it was looking for, as it looked pleased, and came scrambling up the dune toward the man.

"Here, eat up." Said the man. He held the dead Carrion Bird up for the creature to see.
The Creature Eyed it up and down, then he quickly grabbed it, holding his hand over it. Suddenly a Blue flame shot up from the birds chest and he caught it in his hand. "...This is all?" The Creature asked in a dry whisper, which is all his race ever spoke in. "You, a Necromancer, could not find a greater death? Your type, even hindered by your humanity, are better death seekers then any of the races of this place. How can you expect to receive the Info you so long for, if all I get is this pathetic excuse for a meal. We Ghouls trade info, we do not give it away for free. I would be better off killing you and letting you bake in the sun for a few days than eating this, for it will not sustain me."

"More is to come, I want to make sure the information is reliable." Said the Necromancer. "I have had dealings with Ghouls in the past, although you are always true to your word, you will not hesitate to kill your employer if you feel that they would be of more use to you in your stomach. But trust me, I will not be easy to kill should you try, and I have the dead on my side, you would be wise to remember that. This desert is filled with the dead, and the undead, Century old Skeletons preserved in long forgotten tombs, and lets not forget the countless Animals, and people that die here everyday, it is not friendly to life to say the least." He Grinned, and just to make his point, waved his hand over the bird, who suddenly straightened up and began pecking at the Ghouls Forehead.

"I understand, I would never betray one so powerful in the Art of necromancy anyway. Your type, the Necromancer, is closer to all of the creatures of this place, those that come from another plane of existence, yet find their Sustanince here, then any other of your race. My people hold reverence for your type." With that the Ghoul opened his mouth and breathed in the blue flame which came from the bird. Just as the last bit of flame was consumed the bird stopped its pecking and fell flat to the ground, all it's soul drained it was about as useful as a rock, not nutrients left in it at all. "Al'shias soputru alhime zhar'zin" Spoke the Ghoul, a Prayer in an archaic language only known by the ghouls, to his god, the god of death, which today came in the form of this Necromancer. "Now then, What was it you wished to know?"

"The location, of the library of the gods." The Necromancer smiled, finally they were getting down to business. "I wish to gain access to it, and its many tomes."

"Aah, The library of the Gods, That's tricky, it's well protected, yes, that is where the gods keep records of all time, every bit of knowledge, every moment of everyone and everythings life is recorded there, what do you want with it?" The Ghoul hissed. "For it is forbidden by the gods that we Ghouls speak of it, our knowledge is boundless, but we obey our creators, if i am to speak of this, I better get a good last meal out of this, I do not fear death, but i like existing to much to give it up."

"I killed you a sand mole, before I felled it, it begged for it's life, it told me it was 700 years old, It would take me to its colony and sacrifice all the sand moles there if only i spare it's life. In other words, it's last moments were that of deep sorrow. I am sure you will enjoy it's essence." He could see the ghoul dripping saliva on the sand at the very thought of it.

"Yes, I shall tell you, for that it is worthwhile."

By sunrise the Sand Moles essence was all consumed, and the Necromancer had gone on his way, off to the east, with each step, his goal got closer.



--My thoughts--
I always write these stories in my head, and when i do they're amazing, but something is just lost in translation when put down in type. sorry it sorta sucks.

o-o forgot to update. anyway, Went on a loverly pic-a-nic today with a bunch of friends...tired now. Yesterday i spent the entire day with Sarah. Friday Night will spent the night.

Now i'm reading the first harry potter again.

--Check back Tomorrow--

(To lazy to type everything I have to say tonight)

School Story

Amon was alone again. He took out a pill and swallowed it whole, and waited. Within a few minutes Amons vision began to swim with color, slowly he let his being fade into it. He was falling, down through the ground, into the center of the Earth. Suddenly he was surrounded by buzzing things speaking to him to fast to understand, in a language he didn't recognize in the first place.

“What do you want?” He asked “Slow down, I can't understand a word you're saying.”
The buzzing began fading away, Amon couldn't see which way the creatures, or whatever they were, but he wanted to follow, he thought they might know something very important about him.

“Hey, Come back!” he Screamed. “ Please, help me, What is going on with me!?”

Then came a low growl, from what seemed like everywhere at once, as if the whole Universe (If it could be said he was still in the Universe) was growling, gurgling, and buzzing around him. He could feel his body flex, bend, and move with the sounds of this place, fighting off nausea with every fiber of his being. Suddenly his body exploded, with feelings and emotions, It felt as if he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. This sudden burst of energy, and emotion seemed to draw in those creatures again. The buzzed around him, and he finally got a glimpse of them. They were Large almost like giant preying mantises.

They were all different colors, with huge bug eyes, and sickle like claws at the end of there long spindly arms.

Suddenly where the deep void was, there was now a huge elliptical room, and he was sitting in the middle of it. The creatures still buzzed about him, although most had landed on the cold hard white surface. The room looked very much like a doctors office, and smelled like one too he noted. The room was lined with white beds, and machines that looked as if they were meant to measure vital signs. Each bed had a person in it, who Amon soon realized was himself, and above each was a monitor.

Getting up Amon looked more closely at the monitor nearest him, It showed a man, on stage at a rock concert singing, Amon realized that that too was himself.

“W-What's going on here?” Amon asked the room in general. “I remember that, but, is that still happening now? That's not how it was when i was a moment ago...” he said trailing off at the end.

“Nooooo” buzzed the insect like creature closest to him. “That is still going on nowwwww”

“But...”Amon Stammered. “How is that possible, I am here not there. Or there” He noted gesturing towards the monitor next to the bed to his right.

This monitor was showing him still discussing something with a peculiar skunk-man which he was still under the impression was from his last drug trip.

“The thing is you are there, these are alternate yous, everyone has alternate thems, well, except us, the ones that live in this realmmmmm” said the creature. “Or at least, we cannot find any of us elsewhere”

“Well, Why didn't I just stay in my original self? Why have I seen through all of those other selfs eyes?”

“Technically speaking, these are all the 'original you' however they all share a soul, a better question (which we still cannot answer since it has never happened before) is why is that soul making itself become self-aware through one at a timeeeeee?” he buzzed in aggravated motion, obviously they had never had problems in this...whatever it was.

Amon left his other selfs table, and began wandering around the room, looking into each monitor, noting each one was a different reality, even some that he had yet to 'experience'.

“Or...” thought Amon “...My 'soul' had yet to experience directly yet.”
Why was this happening to him?

He looked at one particular scene, it showed a man (himself he guessed) though it didn't look like him, not exactly at least. His hair beard was grown out, and his eyes were wild. Also, He was in a prison, which startled Amon greatly.

“That...”said the creature closest to that monitor “...is a prison for Terrorist.”

“What?! But i'm not a terrorist. Or...Am I? I am in this reality aren't I? What is going on here?”

“Every time someone makes a decision there soul splits and an alternative them is made, one for the decision they made, and one for the ones they did not choose as opposed to that one...”

“But I never even thought of becoming a Terrorist as far as i can remember!”

“No, sometimes these 'timelines' merge when someone offers you a choice, so someone asked you to become one and you accepted in this reality, and in another you declined, and some you were never asked because the person chose not to.”

Amon looked taken aback, this was a lot to take in, if it was real that is, or could this all just be a dream?

“What the hell is this place?!” Snapped Amon.

“This is...” began the creature.

Amon leaned against the bed of the “terrorist Amon” to listen, but his fingers accidentally met the other Amons, and suddenly he was falling through the floor.

“No! I want to know! Take me back!” shouted Amon.

He landed with a thud against the ground, and realized he was staring up at a prison cell ceiling. He reached up and touched his chin, there was a beard there.

“Oh no” He said quietly to himself. “This is not where I want to be at all. Not at all”

He closed his eyes in deep concentration, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't be here long. Then the cell door opened, and in walked a buff man.

Good God?

And the Lord spake unto the philosopher, "I am the Lord thy God, and I am the source of all that is good. Why does thy secular moral philosophy ignore me?'
And the Philosopher spake unto the Lord, 'To Answer I must 1st ask you some quesiton. You Command us to do what is good. But is it good b/c you command it, or do you command it because it is good?'
'Ur,' said the Lord,'It's good because I command it?'
'The wrong answer,surely,your mightness! If the good is only good b/c you say it is so, then yu could, if you wished, make it so that torturing infants was good. Bur that would be absurd,wouldn't it?'
'Of course!' replieth the Lord. 'I tested thee and thou hast made me pleased. What was the other choice again?'
You choose what is good b/c it is good. But that shows quite clearly that goodness does not depend on you at all. So we don't need to study God to study the good.'
'Even so,' spake the Lord,' you've got to admit I've written some pretty good textbooks on the subject...'

Plato


So, what are your thoughts?

Honeybees

"When the honey bees disappear, humans have 4 more years."
-Albert Einstein


This Post is very interesting. Read it (you don't have to read the rest of the posts) just the one by Rockpuck.

I never did update the "of the week" stuff did I?

here:

DeviantArtist of the week: bluefley

Musical Artist of the week:Carbon Brain Child

Poem of the Week: (Can't find the link) It's a Haiku

I can't see you. Are
you ghoulie or ghostie or
wee student beastie?
—Peeves the Ghost

Caturday

So, as of late i've found that something i've been doing is not so wonderful for my mental health, so i've stopped for now. I won't say what that is, as it doesn't matter. I'm really tired, i'll update sometime before next week with the "...of the week" stuff. as for now, enjoy this: