Become a necromancer today!
Well, who thought that this silly ad that hung on the door of a shady magic shop could be true? I mean surely, it was a magic shop and all but Necromancy? That was so old school, dammit!
Hello! This is the twenty-first century, we have better ways to revive people than dress in black robes and chant gibberish. We have Philosopher's Stones now man! You pay a shit load of money for one, but you live forever - 500 years actually, but that's beside the point.
Necromancy sounded absurd, that was until I stepped into the shop anyway. I was 19 at the time, a senior year student in the magic academy with less than an average record. I was a hydromancer, just a fancy word for someone who made it rain. I could manipulate water sure, but that was pathetic. There was an abundance of us to the point being a hydromancer was an insult more or less. Why oh why wasn't I born with cool powers?
The owner of the voice bent closer to you, so that his nose was nearly touching your ear... And it spoke in a way that was intended to sound like whispering... But it was not.
“LISTENER... This is SACRILIGE-”
“NO!” you finally snapped, sending the keeper to send his head back against the wall. “Cicero...” you said in a huff of long-held breath. “It'd be sacrilege if there was a dead body in here.”
Currently; the only thing wrong about this situation was that it was you and Cicero were bound and crammed into a small wooden coffin, somewhere, being jostled around by a cart- going only where SITHIS knows where.
Though, you could be more thankful. There was a board missing from Cicero's side of the coffin, making it both easy to breathe, and giving you a relatively usable source of light
As the museum owner, a middle aged woman with strawberry blonde hair wearing a dark orange suit and dark tights walked up to the coffin that held the mummified form of Queen Hut Tut Sut, she was pleased her place was getting something new.
She was also interested to see if the Queen was wrapped up in latex bandages, usually the mummify bandage is usually cloth but seeing how the queen loved latex the thought was too great not to check out. Grinning she slowly slide the lid off the coffin under a full blue moon which something on the hieroglyphics warned not to and peered inside and became instantly ecstatic.
What she saw was proof enough, the mummy was indeed wrapped up in