13Clancy was sitting in an open field surrounded by people. The faces were fuzzy leaving very little to see, but it was obvious that this crowd did not like her. She rolled over groggily and groaned. It was too early to get up. A soldier, who should be getting up before her, had not even come yet. Yawning she stretched and sat up. Walking to the tent flap she pulled it open for a moment letting the fresh air enter her stuffy tent. She shut the tent flap once more and strode over to the clothes she had worn yesterday thinking once again about the prophecy the old man had mentioned the night before. Why can't these people explain themselves she thought?
Clancy strode over to the mirror carrying her belongings with her. She looked her self over in the mirror. She, in-fact, had not looked in a mirror since her last birthday. Seeing her reflection now she thought herself not half bad. Her flowing black hair was in many tiny little braids that fell to about her shoulders. Her complexion was almost stark white, but that's what came of being a necromancer. Sliding her breeches and tunic on she smiled at a thought. This was one of the reasons the town girls didn't like her. She never wore dresses or skirts unless it was for a special occasion. She tied her braided hair up into a knotted bun letting a few fall out of their holder. Slipping on soft boots she made to find someone who knew what was going on.
Clancy walked past three healing tents and five more special care tents that were made for the burned. Ahead of her was the mayor's house and behind her was the church. Sighing she leaned against a pillar. She sat there for oh maybe five minuets before two soldiers came and escorted her to the back of the mayors house. His back yard held many practice courts; two were occupied. The soldier led her over towards one of the occupied courts, on it was the mayor who was practicing with a tall blonde. Oh my god she thought not an elf. Elves and Necromancers had been enemies for ages the elves hating the necromancers for bringing the dead to life. They believed that the dead should rest, but after reading the book of the dead Clancy had learned that that was not what the dead wished. Dead could be brought back for good or for bad but few had noticed that. The elf turned around to look at their visitor. To her all she saw was a Necromancer her family's main enemy. She knew not to talk, converse or befriend a human who brought back the dead. She made to turn and walk away but the mayor stopped her. "So I see you two somewhat know each other?" "Know each other would not be the word sir" the elf said with complete disgust. Clancy smiled sweetly "being cheeky are we elf." The elf glared back at her. The mayor sensed the tension in the moment and felt the hate from one race to the other spur up once more. "Well girls." they both turned to look at him obviously ignoring each other. "Oh yes" said the mayor trying to start a conversation "Clancy your equipment was brought to my house and it is." "Father I brought her equipment down here I knew you would want it" said a calm and clear voice from behind the old man. It was the mayor's son. He was tall for his age with night black hair as well as eyes. His arms were very muscular and in them was Clancy's equipment. He carried it forward and placed it on the practice court floor with great ease. Clancy decide it was best to check it and make sure all was there.
She slipped her hand across the leather bandolier and picked it up carefully. Placing it over her head and across her chest made her relax in a way. With out here gear she felt unsafe and the touch of the leather was quite comfortable. She slipped her hand over each bell saying their names out loud. "Ranna" she said quietly " the sleep bringer." The few who had never heard a necromancer speak of the bells put on their best understanding look but were deeply confused. The mayor's son watched with great interest. Her hand ran to the second bell "Mosrael, the waker." Slipping down to the third she said "Kibeth, the walker" moving on she said "Dyrim, the voice." Next was "Belgaer, the thinking bell" a little louder with more confidence she said "Saraneth, the binder." The elf looked purely disgusted who would want to bind the dead to them? Last but not least in a soft and somewhat frightened voice she said "Astarael, the sorrowful." She looked up once more done with the ritual. Looking down she found her sword and scabbard that carried very difficult charter marks. Picking it up lightly she clipped it to its holder. Like every trained binding necromancer her sword carried a colored stone at the end. Hers was a black granite stone that shimmered in the light and almost glowed when around demons. Finally releasing the hilt she turned toward her audience.
"I'm sorry mayor sir, but being away from your bells when demons are around is almost a sin, when reuniting you must recite the names" she said professionally. "Being a necromancer IS a sin" muttered the elf. "Excuse me miss but how many years have you been learning to produce that kind of remark" she said smartly back. "Don't get on my bad side Necromancer I'm not the best enemy to have." "Oh I'm so scared, I'm gonna go run and hide form an ELF." They glared at each other neither daring to lose the battle. The elf finally looked away from her cold black eyes. This girl was powerful her spirit was strong and could with hold most anything that came her way. If elves and necromancers were to battle one day she would have to be careful of this one.
"GIRLS" shouted the Mayor "we must discuss something. Do you think you could get along long enough to speak calmly to each other for a full day discussion." Both girls nodded fully aware that nothing of the such would happen unless they had to save their races. They were enemies since birth, well their races were, neither paid attention to the fact that they would enjoy to meet one that was not of their kind. The mayor smiled sweetly "well then follow me, we have an emergency meeting to attend." Turning he walked towards his house followed by the two girls and his son.
Disclaimer: I thought that I would inform you that this is longer then the other chapters. It is four pages on word the others were around two. When the action heats up they'll get longer. Okay R&R anyone who has read my stories you know I love them. Anyway I'll update soon TTYL.