I was always the least liked out of all my siblings, my parents favoured my sisters over me, even my father. While most of my siblings inherited three classes from my mother, I only inherited two, conjuring and divining. This saddened me, and that was probably the reason why my mother preferred my sisters, while she'd teach them how to do magic from their classes she'd tell me to sit in the library and behave. I was the second eldest and the only boy so you can tell I was a handful, I started to pay no attention to anything my mother said to me and ended up reading about my magic on my own. It was one day when I discovered catacombs under the mortuary, I walked through them until I found myself in a hall. It was a very fancy hall, mind you, marble floors and echoed as a walked upon them then someone grabbed me before giving me the powers of necromancy and walked off and left me laying on the floor unconscious. I awoke still unconscious on the floor.
I found out I had necromancy when I revived one of the roses I conjured which died from the dead. I never told my mum though, she just found out on her own, I continued to learn more about my three powers, then my mum decided to make me head mortitian of the mortuary and gave me a study down in the catacombs where I continue to learn and spend most of my time.
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