Necromancer Academy - Tyler Feist (if you liked this book .TXT) 📗

I am the Head Mistress of Necromancer Academy, this is a school were children of the age 15 are able to apply to become Necromancers. My name is Hailey Brokaw; I scout the world for possible candidates, since I am only one person, so children are also aloud to apply. My school is in the space between spaces, we call it the void. Here we train students to harvest their powers, the will one day be set out on their own to make great names for themselves. They will in turn make great names for Necromancer Academy.
Day 1
Head Mistresses Journal

“Hurry up!” Neal’s mom yelled.
“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” Neal called back.
Today was the day he would find out, if he got accepted to Necromancer Academy. His mom and dad had been 2nd class Necromancers, which means they could only control the undead. In the world of magic there were three styles of magic, the first was elemental, the second was Necrotic, and the third was draconic. Elemental magic was just that, controlling the elements, fire, water, ice, nature, earth, and wind. Necrotic was controlling the undead and the spark of life, the spark of life was the ability to take away life and to give it back, if learned properly you could even control the spark like lightning. The last form of magic was draconic, now draconic magic used elemental magic in the sense that if you were chosen by a dragon, you would then pick an element and they would bestow their power unto you, which was the strongest magic known to mankind.
Neal raced down the stairs and to the mailbox, he threw open the lid and grabbed the mail. He then booked it back into the house while yelling with joy. As he opened the letter he had flash backs to his performance of admittance. Each child would have to show that they had the magic required to enter the school, since his parents were both well educated Necromancers, he had been taught at an early age to raise the dead. But when Neal had stood before the board of teachers he had panicked and instead of raising the dead, he made a ball of lightning using the spark of life. Normally this would have been impossible for an uneducated Necromancer, but do to the stress he was under, and the dreams he had of learning to control his spark, somehow he had managed to create it. The teacher’s looked both impressed and horrified; the last person to have done this on their performance of admittance was the Head Mistress.
Realizing his Mom and Dad were standing right next to him waiting for him to read the letter, he ripped it open. The he read aloud,
“Dear Neal,
We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted into Necromancer Academy. It is also our greatest pleasure to inform you that you will be trained as a 1st class Necromancer. You will report to school tonight, below is a list of items you will need for classes,

1. Cloak
2. Book of 100 and 1 poisons
3. Book of Spark Spells
4. Book of Necromancer Laws
5. Dueling 101
6. Ring of Focus
You will receive a staff when you arrive for school.
Good Luck,
Staff of Necromancer Academy
“CONGRATULATIONS,” his parents screamed for the next half hour, then when they were finished screaming, they went upstairs to his room and packed. First his parents brought out their old books; he chose to take his mom’s books. (His dad hadn’t been very gentle with his books). Then he packed his cloak, which prior to receiving his letter, he had gone and bought his own cloak. When they had packed all of his clothes and toiletries, his dad walked in with his hands behind his back, then slowly he held them out towards Neal. In his hands was Neal’s great grandfather’s focus ring, when his grandpa had passed away, he had written in his will to give Neal his focus ring. A focus ring could recall any information that anyone who had worn it had received.

Publication Date: 11-28-2012

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