Rivals

The Great Temple Colosseum

Word spreads fast along the wall of the colosseum. Word of angry bitterness. Word of Blessed being burned. Hated for the fact they cannot undo what falls on them. Like their failing arts and aerobots. The Blessed will just be a footnote on the Necrows dominance.

They call me the Murder of the Necrows, but I find it silly. Who would choose to be called that.

I don’t like to kill. I have never liked to work to restore what was lost.

I learned to wield the power of necromancy to undo things that I had lost. I didn’t know that what I know now.

Once something is gone. It is GONE. bye bye. There isn’t a way to get it back and I have seen nothing but the empty void of the other side. And the silence of our creator.

All I can do is jumpstart the brainstem. Or have my nanos reanimate a corpse.

I don’t like to do that anymore,though.

Sitting in this dark room waiting for the announcement for me to head to the area. This will be my first debut as the “murder.”

I am only here because I understand the nanos better then the others of the flock.

My will to wield the nanos is second nature. While everyone else has to chant or focus and ask. Or bargain with their nanos. I simply tell them what to do and they do it without hassle.

Since I was about four years old the way my nanos and I communicated was seemingly different.

I would see kids utterly exhausted from chanting a calling out.

One day I went up and said “Stop waiting around for the chant to be finished.” Not liking the way I ordered them around.

All the kids surrounded me and started chanting. I felt as if there was something bad about to happen.

I loud crack sound happened. And the kids started laughing.

I looked down and there was blood running down my shoulder.

I screamed as loud as I could handle and as long as I could bear.

I yelled to my nanos my only friends.

“ protect me! “ I screamed in a shrill voice.

The kids continued to laugh at me.

Their laughs became hushed very quickly when I told my aerobots to make some room around me.

A big whoosh filled to courtyard as I received the space I was demanding.

Thats when I know I was special. Something more then other Crows. From then it was easy. Make them bleed. And they will make me strong.

The more i threw myself into my training in the necro arts, the easier it had become to wield more aerobots. I accumulated more and more aerobots as I rose through my devisions.

If you are not familiar with the way a Necrow moves up in Devisions is to kill and reanimate an opponent.

After I kill my peer, I then reanimate their corpse. (I know it sounds bad.) But it’s the way the power of necrosis works

Back to the explaintion, once I reanimat, then I will just usher the new aerobots to my whim.

I have killed over 50 crows in my time as a Necrow. I don’t enjoy it like the others do.

I chose this faction because it made sense to me. All I have to do to gain power is to take it for myself. And have I not taken what I wanted.

Mad, I sit here pondering what I will do. I have nothing outside of that power. No one to share it with. The females of my faction seem hellbent on gaining MY power. And who to trust when they would rather kill me in my sleep. (As if I have been sleeping at all.)

my eyes feel heavy. My skin is pale from the lack of sun. keeping My hair long to hide where I look. I feel like the murder they call me. These chains of power will drown me before I get freed. I am Wylynn Barrenfort.