Excerpt: Darkness and the Light

Chapter I: The Book of Tim

He wiped the dirty tome off; everything was going according to plan. How fortunate he had come across this. To him it was beautiful, it let him do so much, be much more then he actually was. He clutched the evil thing to him tightly… It was his… alllll his… nothing could take it away from him… he loved it…

The book was originally called many things, book of the dead, book of shadows, book of the damned. But to him it was the book of Tim.

“Who is Tim?” he would squawk to one of his minions… “I AM TIM!!!” he would scream to no one in particular. His mind was quite clearly gone. Always after an outburst like this he would laugh and cackle to himself evilly…

He walked over to the giant piles of bones. “You will wake up soon my pet, you and your brother… and your sister… and your other brother… and… well you get the point…” he snickered… “I do hope you will behave this time… I do like our conversations”

He raised the book above his head and mad laughter flew out of his mouth, like a creature possessed.

“Soon it will all be mine…” he laughed. “What I will do with it I don’t know… and I really don’t care… just as long as it’s all mine!”

“What are you all staring at!” he gawked at all his skeleton minions… all of which remained silent. All of them Mindless creatures, unmoving sentinels formerly proud warriors raised from the regions graveyards, all just there to serve him. How many could he control using the book? Hundreds? Thousands? HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS? It didn’t matter… he just wanted to watch the world burn.

“Don’t you know what I am after? DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT!!!” as he screamed the look in his eye was that of someone clearly lost in his own world.

“The world fools” he said to his silent sentinels… “ I just want the woooorrrrrllllld”

He let loose an eerie evil laugh

And nothing was there to stop him, his army, and his Dracoliches… though he still struggled to control 2 of them, they were his…

What would he raise next? Giants? Zombies? Zombie Giants!? Wraiths to suck the souls of his enemies!!!

Enemies…? What Enemies? He hasn’t begun his plan yet… so he couldn’t possibly have enemies… though he was great, powerful, massively intelligent, and had huge confidence that no one could stop him… people didn’t know him yet… no one has heard of the great Necromancer Tim, and his unstoppable, mighty, fearsome Army of Undead and the undead dragons known only as Dracoliches… How could they not have heard of him…? Magi, Sorcerers and Wizards all over the world must feel the Mighty Enormous powers that he controlled! The great book of TIM!

If that was the case they may be coming to stop him! What would he do!? Panic coursed through his mind… He had to do something… he could send his armies of undead to stop them… he would get them before they got him… who were they again?

It didn’t matter… Everything was going according to plan. He couldn’t possibly be stopped… And that’s all that mattered.

He begun his preparations… He made his casting circle, he began writing dark circles, and runes, around the corpse of the fallen dragon. He prepared his alter with a wand, chalice, dark runes of protection… and sitting on the center mantle was the book.

Licking his lips he begun his magic, moving his fingers at just the right angles, and pulling his energies into a great pool of darkness in his hands…

“RAKAVASNAK!” He boomed! Pulling his arms up to the air and letting that pool of magic wash over the bones of his 3rd Dracolich.

He cackled wickedly again as the bones began to animate… slowly the great bones of what was once a great black dragon rose to the fullest of their height, towering over everything…

Tim walked up to it…

BOW TO YOUR MASTER!!! He proclaimed

The Dracolich resisted… at first. After a small contest of wills between the Necromancer, and the soul of the dragon, The Dragon bowed.

“Walk not into the necromancer’s lair enemies… for if they had taste buds… my “dragons” would sincerly find you are crunchy… and taste good with… I don’t know… SOME KIND OF SPICE!!!!” He said to no one in particular.

“I like spice…” he mused to himself. “back to business… I have a world to conquer…and an army of undead to raise to do it!!!”

Everything was going according to plan…