Aspen
I should have been scared but I wasn't. There was nothing to be scared of. Yes, the necromancer had been alive a thousand years or more and she no doubt had powers that I couldn't even hope to comprehend, but in our blood we were the same.
With one major difference.
Stepping up to her, I smiled, and it was the smile that made even more fear flicker into her face. Her eyes flickered towards Mr Gregory, her master. He was where I had thrown him. His back was straight against a tree trunk. He was fighting against the invisible bonds of my magic that kept him pinned to it like the strongest of chains.
It didn't matter if he was fighting hard, I barely felt it. It took so little effort to keep him there. Like keeping a fly under my fingertip.
My smile grew wider so I turned to Melan
