The Necromancer's Wand: Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter 3: The Lover Rival

~Present Day: February 7th, 1937~

For the last seven months, I trained with Mordin. The necromancer gave me an arsenal of deadly spells to work with. I learned how to block spells by assuming defensive positions. And as I progressed, I began to tinker around...combining spells to make new, deadlier, ones.

Mordin also taught me how to infuse other’s bones to the wand. I then used the technique to add not only a piece of Mordin to it, but a portion of Claire’s pointer finger as well. I retrieved it from her grave two months ago, using “Sever” the Cleave Spell.

Today, I was going to visit her once more. I had overwhelming, insatiable, need to see Claire before my plans were set in motion and things became hectic. On my visit, I will let her know that she is missed, and even more so that she will be avenged.

I entered my old bed chambers. The room was dark, lit only by a single candle. I stood firmly against the back wall and with the wave of my wand a pentagram formed in the middle of the room.

I sat within it, in a meditative position. “Dias Scend,” I enchanted. The pentagon activated, glowing white.

I was doing a minor teleportation spell. It would only send a ghostly projection of me, to a desired location, for a short period of time. Whereas a major teleportation spell, like Varos, would permanently sending the caster.

I finished the spell by closing my eyes and stating the place I wanted to go, “The Phoenix Cemetery.” I felt myself begin to feel lighter in mass, as though I was rising out of my body. As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was hovering in mid-air.

I looked down at my hands. My entire being was made of blue, transparent, light. I looked down on the floor and saw the real me, still sitting in the pentagram. The spell worked as I vanished from the room and reformed at the Phoenix family plot.

A storm brewed in the cloudy, starless, night. The howl of the wind was whistling in the air. The dark clouds above brought with them a flash of lightning, followed by the booming drums of thunder.

I looked at the rusted gates with our family’s surname on it. They were locked by a chain and padlock. I removed my wand from the holster.

I pointed the tip at the keyhole in the padlock. “Invada,” I cast. The padlock unlocked with ease. After removing the lock, I slowly made my way to the heart of the cemetery.

As I approached the correct headstone, I saw that the flowers I placed on her grave had died. I aimed my wand at the flowers. “Rejunven,” I cast.

The flowers were her favorites. They were known as Incindies, fire roses that glow like faint embers blowing in gentle winds. I watched as the Incindies were resurrected from my spell, looking freshly bloomed.

“There...good as new,” I spoke. I looked upon the words of her headstone:

Claire Phoenix

June 25th 1910 - January 7th, 1936

“And from the ashes, we rise”

Beloved daughter

Oh how I miss you, dear twin sister. The pain is never-ending, like a festering, gaping, wound that is ever-growing. You were the only one in this cruel world who showed me kindness.

I feel as though everything is my fault. If I was not born without magic, you would have had no reason to be in the non-caster world. You would still be here...

My attention was redirected from her grave as I noticed a light shining from behind me. I heard footsteps along with it. “Corvin?” asked a familiar voice in surprise. “Although it is not really you, just a mere copy.”

“Why are you here, William?” I snarled as I turned to face him. William, who was the former boyfriend of my sister, was around the same age as me. He had short blonde hair, with a light scruffy beard.

His wand was out, having a ball of light attached to the tip. He had cast the Lumis Spell to help with the dark. “Am I not allowed to visit Claire?” he questioned back.

“No, you are unwelcomed here,” I claimed, feeling my teeth grind in anger. “You, who advocates for peace with the humans...you, who supports our worlds being separately governed.”

“And what would you have me do? Go to war with them?! Enslave them?”

“Yes!” I was gripping my wand so tightly that I felt it could snap, if I a put anymore force on it.

“I will not!” he retorted, slamming his fist onto a headstone. William took in a deep breath, followed by an exasperated sigh. He was attempting to calm himself before speaking again.

“...I loved Claire,” he continued, in a more relaxed manner. “I even asked her to marry me. She said, ‘yes’. The day she died, was the day she planned on telling you...”

I was surprised to hear about his proposal, but it changed nothing. “Murdered...not died,” I corrected. “And that is more reason, why I question your act of cowardice. You claim to love my sister yet do nothing!”

“You think I am a coward because I do nothing. It took everything in me not to raise hell upon them. But I know Claire would not want that...she would understand that we cannot condemn an entire race due to the actions of a few.”

“I have heard enough...If neither you nor the Council of Magic will act, then I will.” I showed him the wand that I carried.

“The necromancer’s wand,” he gasped in surprise. “So, you were with the dead wizard in Paris...”

“Yes, we found the crypt of Mordin Malice...the necromancer himself. Unfortunate for Reaver, the wand needed a sacrifice to be awakened...

Do you know of this wand’s origin? Mordin made the wand from the wizards he killed, taking a bone from their fingers. The wand holds some of his victims’ powers.

As you know, I was born a non-caster. Healers believed Claire was the strongest of us two, in the womb. That she somehow absorbed my powers, which I believe for she was the best duelist in her class.

With guidance and permission from the necromancer’s spirit, he showed me how to increase the wand’s power. I added a piece of not only Mordin to it, but also Claire. Now, like my sister, I am one of the best duelists...specializing in combining spells. Allow me to demonstrate...”

I pointed my wand at the ball of light on the end of William’s. “Nova Supris,” I whispered to myself. I wanted to make sure William was unable to hear the spell I cast. For if he knew the spell, he could devise a counter spell for it.

The ball of light on the end of William’s wand began to flicker and spark as it grew at an accelerated rated. I watched as William became nervous, scared as the ball’s energy began to spike out of control.

I watched as he flicked his wand hard, casting the ball into the distance. We saw as it soared through the air, out of the cemetery. The cemetery was located on hill, that overlooked a river. Adjacent to it was the cliffside of a mountain.

The ball collided with the cliffside, detonating with a massive explosion. William stood there in horror, staring at the mammoth sized crater left within the cliff. “They have their weapons...guns, bombs, and tanks. And I have mine...”

“You cannot go through with this Corvin.”

“The moment they killed her is the moment they sealed this fate for themselves.”

“Claire died saving a human...to kill them would make her death be in vain.”

“Yes, but the man she saved was about to be killed by other humans...white non-casters trying to hang a darker skinned one, all because the tone does not match theirs. I left her outside, while I was inside a bookstore buying her poetry...a gift. When I came out, I saw her trying to save him...

I watched as she disabled two of three of the non-casters. The third one had a gun though. I saw as he pulled the trigger before she incapacitated him as well. She tried sparing them as they went straight for the kill.

And now, I will show the same mercy that they have shown her! First, I will cease control here in our world. I will mass an army if I must. Then, once our world is united under my rule, I will take theirs...”

I laughed as I felt my minor teleportation spell was coming to end. I vanished from the graveyard and was back in my body, still sitting in the middle of the pentagram. “Soon William,” I said to myself. “Soon...”

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