13Inside it was a circular room with pictures of all of the old Mayors hanging at odd angles on the wall. There was a master desk with a large cushioned chair behind it. Hanging over the large glass windows were huge, burgundy drapes. There was also a rather large hearth with about five armchairs fitted comfortable around it. The Mayor motioned towards the hearth and whispered a word. The logs began to crackle with dancing flames. The room seemed somewhat merrier with the golden light casting shadows amongst the already warm and cozy room. The Mayor made one more motion but this time it was for the three younger to sit.
Placing herself comfortably in one of the large armchairs Clancy sighed. She had begun her life in this town being shunned and discriminated against. Her history was not a pleasant one. Her mother had once been a worker for a very powerful ruler, the ruler that was now Amen's main enemy. His name was Burwane. Burwane had led many raids that had entered and taken from Amen. His power over the groups of thieves and soldiers had crept slowly over the realm of Sparta. His poison had spread through the minds of their men making them forget what peace was. They had fights within their own realm, they fought each other and gained more and more from raids until their new lord Burwane told them that it was time for war. Her mother had run away from the dominating rule of Burwane but was shunned here for her heritage. Necromancers were few in the realm of Amen but many existed in Sparta. All knew that Burwane would set the dead on upon them, that is why the few necromancers who were known were now cherished. Her mother had been loved in Sparta and had loved a man. But when she fled the one she loved deserted her for Burwane. He had tortured her after making her bare a child. Fleeing into Amen Clancy's mum had given birth to her. The fact that no father was known made Clancy shunned or called bastard. Clancy trained her skills in secret so as not to be figured out. Now was a time that she wished her mother around more often. Clancy felt hot tears welling up in her eye's and snapped back to the topic of the day giving all of her attention to the Mayor.
The old man had just finished situating himself for a long discussion, but he did not know where to start. Realizing that the two females truly did not know each other he decided he would start there. He looked up smiling "before I start I must introduce you to one another. Clancy meet Alliad known as Ali." "Hello" Clancy said silently back, the memories of her mother still trying to force tears down her face. She reached up and wiped her eyes before facing the Mayor again. "Alliad this is Clancy Amaliwatt." "I knew the Amaliwattpart sir. It is the title for one of the large families of necromancers."
The Mayor looked very cautious about what was about to be said. "Girls are you aware that there is a prophecy that tells of an elf and a necromancer befriending to solve a world wide problem?" "No sir" both recited at the same time. "Well that prophecy is you two." Clancy said nothing but grabbed for her necklace. The elf looked stunned "sir elves and necromancers have nothing to do with each other what your saying could not possibly be true." "Oh but it is. It is inscribed in the old elvish language as well as charter. The two are going to go on a journey into a land, in this case Sparta, and experience true danger. Your goals would be to find the tools that Burwane is using to gain control and lead. We all know very well that Burwane is not the leader type and he would die before others would obey, but we find him in perfect health and in commanding condition. Girls you must believe, this is very serious." Clancy looked stricken her mothers past had taken part in Sparta and she had mostly Burwane to blame for her mother's torture and condition.
Staring coldly into the fire Clancy said loudly "what must I do sir?" Everyone looked startled at her answer especially the elf. The elf looked into the Necromancers eyes and despite her hatred towards the race she saw a certain pain that she could not hammer out of her mind. She found herself replying as well "yes sir, what must we do?" Now it was Clancy's turn to look startled. An elf agreeing with her. But the elf did not look her way again, afraid of the pain that shielded Clancy's dark eyes. The mayor tried to smile but what he was about to say was anything but joyus.
"Amen needs you to personally go into Sparta and find out how Burwane is still existing what his forces are made of. Do you think you can do that for us girls?" Alliad forced herself to once more look into the necromancer's face. There was no longer a look of sadness but one of determination and hatred a look so full of emotion it sent shivers down her back. The necromancer looked at the elf. Their eye's met and in that moment the decision was made. Alliad spoke up "yes sir, we will do this." The mayor's son stared long and hard at them before he spoke. "I'm going as well. Even if I'm just a swordsmen but I'm going." The girls looked at his determined face and gave up the fight before even trying. It was obvious that there was no way to stop him.
The mayor seemed to have realized that as well because he sighed deeply. "You cannot be another burden to these to. They have a difficult job to do and you can not be interfering." "I won't interfere I'll help if I can. Father there is no way you are going to stop me my mind is made up." Clancy looked him over, yes he was muscular and well built could last a long time, but could he survive the rough lands of Sparta. Well they were going to find out.