The Outcast and the Survivor: Chapter Two

"You're just going to let him take me?" I say upset.

"Yes," the Necromancer answers softly, "because I have no doubt that he will kill you if I do not do as he demands."

With that, the man begins pulling me back the way I came. My insides feel twisted and sick. I do not know how to feel about this odd change of circumstances. Just moments ago, I wanted nothing more than to leave. Now I am left wondering what this man wants with me and whether or not it would have been better to plead with the Necromancer to stop him.

As we exit the last of the city gates, the knife still held to my throat, I hear the voice of the Necromancer in my mind.

'Do not believe what is said to you by those you meet. Things are not as they seem. Return to me when you are ready for the truth, and do not forget to bring your secret treasure.'

These words echo through my thoughts several times before dissipating. When they are gone, I sense that the Necromancer, too, has let go of his hold on my mind.