FOUR
Forgotten Souls
SUMMER 965 MC
Marik lay on the ground, staring up at the sky. As ready as he was to pass between the veil that separated the living from the dead, something still held him back. He'd been the champion of Lord Hollis until the traitor, Jendrick, used Necromancy to sap the very life from him. Now, instead of a strong warrior, Marik was little more than an old man, lacking the strength to wield a weapon or the vision with which to fend for himself.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, for it had been two days since his last meal, but he had resigned himself to death, so he remained where he was, waiting for the Afterlife to claim him.
As birds chirped off in the distance, his mind drifted to his youth. Back then, he was a simple farmer with no thoughts other than settling dow
