Not all things are as they seem

The boy had to see, no he needed to see. So he started the basic incantation needed to summon undead that was planted within his head by the kind being.

"I beg thee spirits beneath the over world to heed my call no matter your power, no matter your weakness I shall cherish you for you will give me unhindered power." He whispered the chant with desperation but he did not feel the burning sensation the knowledge given to him said he would have.

"What if the being cheated me? No!" He thought to himself. "It gave me a new world, no chains to hold me back and it gave me knowledge of power and how to use it."

"I forgot the most important part!" He blurted out. "Mana." He whispered embarrassed at his recent out burst.

"I must be tranquil, I must feel the energies around me and I must breath them in and resonate with their intimate features and seek out the ones that will aid me. "

He did just as he said and a plethora up of warm energy pulsed gently throughout his chest and he took deep breaths and exhaled to keep his spirit calm throughout the process so that he would not suffer from mana poisoning. It was a term coined by magic towers and their magicians. It is when a newly turned mage resonates with an element not suited to his element randomly given by birth the element that should not be present, thrashes through the body and destroys the heart, often taking appearance of root like veins on the body that light up with different colours usually symbolizing an element.

The process lasted for hours and it payed off. He felt his heart, beat and pulsate that energy through out his body, necrotic energy. It drained him a bit but he recovered through splashing his face with some salty water he found before him possibly thinking it was the sea or an ocean.

He repeated the chant while pulsating the unrefined necrotic energy. "I beg thee spirits beneath the over world to heed my call no matter your power, no matter your weakness I shall cherish you for you will give me unhindered power."

Pain immediately shot up from within him and he screamed. The boy screamed he was terrified and he cursed the 'kind' being for leaving out the most obvious thing about necromancers. Most of them kill their selves in the beginning just to escape this pain, this unimaginable pain the living will feel while summoning the dead.

Bloody murder, bloody murder must be his thoughts. Oh kind being please save him.

"Alright." The kind being said. "This is your last favor mother of this blind soul born with the eyes made of deity crystal."

Thank you for saving my son kind being.

"Peace be with you watcher of worlds."

I drift away in sadness. "My boy, my boy, oh how much will I miss you."