Necromancy - The Art of

What spewed forth from the cup became apparent within moments. The stench so strong, you could practically taste copper on your tongue. The red fluid was one not unfamiliar to you, having seen quite a good deal in your life, but never in such abundance that your stomach turned, thankful that your lack of eating kept you from throwing up.

"Blood!" Morgana cried out, although it seemed to be with delight as her hands clasped together. "Blood is the source of life for many, and the manipulation of it is the manipulation of life itself, even in ****. This is a sign you have a talent for the art of Necromancy. A rare gift that is few and far between, with a root in almost all of the basic schools of magic, it makes **** itself your ally. Calling upon the dead to assist you in battle, seeking out answers from those no longer of the living, or even staving off **** to remain until you see fit. You will find many groveling at your feet." Morgana stated, the excitement almost dripping from her voice. You could tell she even struggled to keep from making her joy at this revelation more apparent.

You looked down, initially to see those splashed by the blood, but instead focused on the eyes upon you. A few seemed to be angered that you were blessed with such a gift for a rare magic type, while others seemed to be enticed by your unique gift. However, it seemed either of those could be counted on both hands. It was the look of fear that was most abundant. Necromancy was a magic many were scared of, and that was without the wellspring of magic you boasted. The combination left many of your classmates almost petrified with terror at what you may become.

"Ignore them for now. When the assembly is done, meet with Mortis the Undying." Morgana commanded, snapping your attention back to her before she directed you back to the assembly.

The thought of your new found talent, even if you knew nothing on how to actually use it, disturbed you. Was such a terrible power really buried deep inside you? You came here accepting a new life over ****, but you had no idea that **** was going to be your constant companion. It was a horrifying aspect you weren't sure you were ready to deal with.