The rain made it impossible to see. Thunder roared overhead, and lighting illuminated the night sky. Wallace Hope trudged along the dirt road, wishing he had never woken up that morning. It was bad enough that the village elder had given him an ultimatum to leave Yellowleaf after discovering the kind of mage was was, but the awful weather made it ten times worse. The young Necromancer's robes weren't designed to keep him dry, and even with his hood up he'd become thoroughly soaked. The rain had caused Wallace's long black hair to become plastered to his face, and he kept having to push it out of his eyes.
"Well, it's not too bad." the young man thought optimistically.
"It could be snowing! Now that would really suck."*CRASH*
Wallace stopped dead in his tracks- the loud noise hadn't been thunder that time. Gripping his stave tightly, Wallace ran in the the direction the noise had come from. His feet sloshed noisily through puddles of rainwater, and his wool socks were beginning to itch.
Finally, Wallace found the cause of the noise- a carriage had crashed into a ditch on the side of the road. The horse and coachman were laying in a bloody heap. The carriage itself was in splinters, seemingly having collapsed on top of itself. Wallace looked eyes widened.
"Oh... Oh no...""H-help? Frederick?" a muffled voice called out from beneath the wreckage. "Anybody? I cant get out!"
Heart racing, Wallace sprang into action. Sliding down into the ditch, the young man tried to lift the rubble by himself- only to find it was far too heavy for him alone. He pointed his stave at the coachman, mentally ordering the corpse to lend a hand. The body rose, eyes glowing, and slowly lurched forward. Together, Wallace and the zombie were able to push the wreckage aside. The Necromancer looked down at the woman who'd been trapped, his face obscured by the shadow of his hood. "Ma'am, are you alright?"
The woman looked at Wallace, then at the corpse of the coachman. "F-Frederick?" she said, eyes wide. "What... what have you done to my husband?"
Wallace took a step back. "Um... well you see..." he began awkwardly. "That isn't
really your husband, he's already-"
A bolt of lightning flew from the woman's hand, string Wallace in the chest. The young necromancer flew backwards into the mud, a cry of pain escaping his throat. "You monster!" The woman cried, standing up and facing the man. "You did this, didn't you!" Her hands crackled with energy as she approached Wallace, eyes glistening with hatred. "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!"
Panicking, Wallace raised his arms in front of his face. "No, please!" he cried, releasing his control of the coachman. "You don't understand! I don''t want to hurt you! Please!"
The woman didn't listen, and raised her arm to cast a spell...