avalonblue

[avalonblue]

I gotta ask guys. I’m thinking of changing my plan a little and making the girl a necromancer specifically, rather than a witch who does necromancy. Then later on there would be an underground community of necromancers, rather than an underground community of witches. What do you think??

Light. Blinding light.

Seconds ago, everything was dark. This is a welcome change.

I don’t know where I am, but I seem to be lying on my back, against a smooth, cool surface. Above me, I can see the source of the light - a pair of hanging lights, emitting a harsh white brightness that stings my eyes.

A face pops into view. A young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a concerned expression. I turn my head to the left to look at her. She looks at me, then at a massive book in her arms. It’s bigger than her head, and by the way she’s cradling it with both arms, it’s heavy.

She frantically scans the pages of the book, before looking back to me. I haven’t moved. I haven’t blinked. Only now does this strike me as odd. Before I can think any further, she speaks. “Okay, uh… if I did this right you should be able to hear me. Can you give me some sort of sign?” She stares at me with wide eyes, a piercing shade of pale blue.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan. My throat feels strange, as if my vocal cords are frozen. The girl’s eyes widen even further. “Okay! It worked! I’m taking that as you understanding me.” She looks back at the book, flips a page, and begins to read it. “Let’s see… this is illegible… make all spoken demands clear… corpse is incapable of independent thought… okay…” By the way she mumbles, it seems she is no longer talking to me. A few seconds later, in something of a delayed reaction, her words hit me.

Corpse? Am I… dead?

Suddenly it all makes sense. I attempt to hoist myself up on my forearms. My arms are weak, but I manage. Now I can see the room around me better, and with horror I realise that I’m in a mortuary. I look down at myself. I seem to be laid upon some sort of steel slab.

From the lower chest downwards, my body is covered with a white cloth. The portion of myself that I can see is noticeably pale, my skin is an greyish shade of white. I had always been pale, but this is a colour only seen on corpses.

The ice in my throat feels like it’s thawing. I attempt to speak once again. This time, it works, and I manage to choke out the words “What’s going on?”

The girl looks up at me with horror in her eyes. “That’s- that’s not meant to happen.” she stutters. “You’re not meant to be sentient!” Hurriedly, she takes a step away. Like she’s scared. Still fixing her eyes on me, she reaches behind her back for the book, which she had placed on the counter she now stands against. “I must have done something wrong…” she says in a hushed tone.

“I can still hear you”, I respond irritably. “Answer me! What the hell is happening?”

The girl bites her lip. “Uh… it’s a long story. And it might sound insane. And I’m not meant to say-“

I feel a hot flush of rage beginning to bubble inside of me as she rambles on.

“JUST TELL ME!” I roar, slamming my arm on the slab. It clangs against the table, but I can’t feel any pain. The girl looks at me, terrified.

“Sorry. Please. I need to know. Who are you? And what have you done to me?” I say, speaking more calmly. The anger is dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared.

She looks at me with a mixture of fear and distaste. “Fine. The long and short of it is, I’m a witch. Or at least I will be soon. I specialise in necromancy, and you’re my first attempt at actually reviving a corpse. But as you can probably tell, it didn’t go to plan.”

[avalonblue]

ahh thank you, that makes me so happy you have no idea!! and lowkey i get that she definitely has emily vibes haha

Light. Blinding light.

Seconds ago, everything was dark. This is a welcome change.

I don’t know where I am, but I seem to be lying on my back, against a smooth, cool surface. Above me, I can see the source of the light - a pair of hanging lights, emitting a harsh white brightness that stings my eyes.

A face pops into view. A young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a concerned expression. I turn my head to the left to look at her. She looks at me, then at a massive book in her arms. It’s bigger than her head, and by the way she’s cradling it with both arms, it’s heavy.

She frantically scans the pages of the book, before looking back to me. I haven’t moved. I haven’t blinked. Only now does this strike me as odd. Before I can think any further, she speaks. “Okay, uh… if I did this right you should be able to hear me. Can you give me some sort of sign?” She stares at me with wide eyes, a piercing shade of pale blue.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan. My throat feels strange, as if my vocal cords are frozen. The girl’s eyes widen even further. “Okay! It worked! I’m taking that as you understanding me.” She looks back at the book, flips a page, and begins to read it. “Let’s see… this is illegible… make all spoken demands clear… corpse is incapable of independent thought… okay…” By the way she mumbles, it seems she is no longer talking to me. A few seconds later, in something of a delayed reaction, her words hit me.

Corpse? Am I… dead?

Suddenly it all makes sense. I attempt to hoist myself up on my forearms. My arms are weak, but I manage. Now I can see the room around me better, and with horror I realise that I’m in a mortuary. I look down at myself. I seem to be laid upon some sort of steel slab.

From the lower chest downwards, my body is covered with a white cloth. The portion of myself that I can see is noticeably pale, my skin is an greyish shade of white. I had always been pale, but this is a colour only seen on corpses.

The ice in my throat feels like it’s thawing. I attempt to speak once again. This time, it works, and I manage to choke out the words “What’s going on?”

The girl looks up at me with horror in her eyes. “That’s- that’s not meant to happen.” she stutters. “You’re not meant to be sentient!” Hurriedly, she takes a step away. Like she’s scared. Still fixing her eyes on me, she reaches behind her back for the book, which she had placed on the counter she now stands against. “I must have done something wrong…” she says in a hushed tone.

“I can still hear you”, I respond irritably. “Answer me! What the hell is happening?”

The girl bites her lip. “Uh… it’s a long story. And it might sound insane. And I’m not meant to say-“

I feel a hot flush of rage beginning to bubble inside of me as she rambles on.

“JUST TELL ME!” I roar, slamming my arm on the slab. It clangs against the table, but I can’t feel any pain. The girl looks at me, terrified.

“Sorry. Please. I need to know. Who are you? And what have you done to me?” I say, speaking more calmly. The anger is dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared.

She looks at me with a mixture of fear and distaste. “Fine. The long and short of it is, I’m a witch. Or at least I will be soon. I specialise in necromancy, and you’re my first attempt at actually reviving a corpse. But as you can probably tell, it didn’t go to plan.”

[avalonblue]

I did it 😭 the writing can be found on @avalonblue (that’s my new personal tumblr)

10 notes and I’ll drink 2L of water today

50 notes and I’ll start studying for my Chinese exam

100 notes and I’ll try to draw

150 notes and I’ll go for a run

200 notes and I’ll learn a new song on the piano (taking requests!)

250 notes and I’ll write the first chapter of a story I’m thinking of writing (please no 😭)

[avalonblue]

This is it. The steaming pile of shit that I call chapter one. You lot forced me into this, don’t blame me for it being bad 😤

Light. Blinding light.

Seconds ago, everything was dark. This is a welcome change.

I don’t know where I am, but I seem to be lying on my back, against a smooth, cool surface. Above me, I can see the source of the light - a pair of hanging lights, emitting a harsh white brightness that stings my eyes.

A face pops into view. A young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a concerned expression. I turn my head to the left to look at her. She looks at me, then at a massive book in her arms. It’s bigger than her head, and by the way she’s cradling it with both arms, it’s heavy.

She frantically scans the pages of the book, before looking back to me. I haven’t moved. I haven’t blinked. Only now does this strike me as odd. Before I can think any further, she speaks. “Okay, uh… if I did this right you should be able to hear me. Can you give me some sort of sign?” She stares at me with wide eyes, a piercing shade of pale blue.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan. My throat feels strange, as if my vocal cords are frozen. The girl’s eyes widen even further. “Okay! It worked! I’m taking that as you understanding me.” She looks back at the book, flips a page, and begins to read it. “Let’s see… this is illegible… make all spoken demands clear… corpse is incapable of independent thought… okay…” By the way she mumbles, it seems she is no longer talking to me. A few seconds later, in something of a delayed reaction, her words hit me.

Corpse? Am I… dead?

Suddenly it all makes sense. I attempt to hoist myself up on my forearms. My arms are weak, but I manage. Now I can see the room around me better, and with horror I realise that I’m in a mortuary. I look down at myself. I seem to be laid upon some sort of steel slab.

From the lower chest downwards, my body is covered with a white cloth. The portion of myself that I can see is noticeably pale, my skin is an greyish shade of white. I had always been pale, but this is a colour only seen on corpses.

The ice in my throat feels like it’s thawing. I attempt to speak once again. This time, it works, and I manage to choke out the words “What’s going on?”

The girl looks up at me with horror in her eyes. “That’s- that’s not meant to happen.” she stutters. “You’re not meant to be sentient!” Hurriedly, she takes a step away. Like she’s scared. Still fixing her eyes on me, she reaches behind her back for the book, which she had placed on the counter she now stands against. “I must have done something wrong…” she says in a hushed tone.

“I can still hear you”, I respond irritably. “Answer me! What the hell is happening?”

The girl bites her lip. “Uh… it’s a long story. And it might sound insane. And I’m not meant to say-“

I feel a hot flush of rage beginning to bubble inside of me as she rambles on.

“JUST TELL ME!” I roar, slamming my arm on the slab. It clangs against the table, but I can’t feel any pain. The girl looks at me, terrified.

“Sorry. Please. I need to know. Who are you? And what have you done to me?” I say, speaking more calmly. The anger is dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared.

She looks at me with a mixture of fear and distaste. “Fine. The long and short of it is, I’m a witch. Or at least I will be soon. I specialise in necromancy, and you’re my first attempt at actually reviving a corpse. But as you can probably tell, it didn’t go to plan.”

[avalonblue]

Light. Blinding light.

Seconds ago, everything was dark. This is a welcome change.

I don’t know where I am, but I seem to be lying on my back, against a smooth, cool surface. Above me, I can see the source of the light - a pair of hanging lights, emitting a harsh white brightness that stings my eyes.

A face pops into view. A young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a concerned expression. I turn my head to the left to look at her. She looks at me, then at a massive book in her arms. It’s bigger than her head, and by the way she’s cradling it with both arms, it’s heavy.

She frantically scans the pages of the book, before looking back to me. I haven’t moved. I haven’t blinked. Only now does this strike me as odd. Before I can think any further, she speaks. “Okay, uh… if I did this right you should be able to hear me. Can you give me some sort of sign?” She stares at me with wide eyes, a piercing shade of pale blue.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan. My throat feels strange, as if my vocal cords are frozen. The girl’s eyes widen even further. “Okay! It worked! I’m taking that as you understanding me.” She looks back at the book, flips a page, and begins to read it. “Let’s see… this is illegible… make all spoken demands clear… corpse is incapable of independent thought… okay…” By the way she mumbles, it seems she is no longer talking to me. A few seconds later, in something of a delayed reaction, her words hit me.

Corpse? Am I… dead?

Suddenly it all makes sense. I attempt to hoist myself up on my forearms. My arms are weak, but I manage. Now I can see the room around me better, and with horror I realise that I’m in a mortuary. I look down at myself. I seem to be laid upon some sort of steel slab.

From the lower chest downwards, my body is covered with a white cloth. The portion of myself that I can see is noticeably pale, my skin is an greyish shade of white. I had always been pale, but this is a colour only seen on corpses.

The ice in my throat feels like it’s thawing. I attempt to speak once again. This time, it works, and I manage to choke out the words “What’s going on?”

The girl looks up at me with horror in her eyes. “That’s- that’s not meant to happen.” she stutters. “You’re not meant to be sentient!” Hurriedly, she takes a step away. Like she’s scared. Still fixing her eyes on me, she reaches behind her back for the book, which she had placed on the counter she now stands against. “I must have done something wrong…” she says in a hushed tone.

“I can still hear you”, I respond irritably. “Answer me! What the hell is happening?”

The girl bites her lip. “Uh… it’s a long story. And it might sound insane. And I’m not meant to say-“

I feel a hot flush of rage beginning to bubble inside of me as she rambles on.

“JUST TELL ME!” I roar, slamming my arm on the slab. It clangs against the table, but I can’t feel any pain. The girl looks at me, terrified.

“Sorry. Please. I need to know. Who are you? And what have you done to me?” I say, speaking more calmly. The anger is dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared.

She looks at me with a mixture of fear and distaste. “Fine. The long and short of it is, I’m a witch. Or at least I will be soon. I specialise in necromancy, and you’re my first attempt at actually reviving a corpse. But as you can probably tell, it didn’t go to plan.”