《Onyx Dragonling》Necromancy
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At night I decided to head to the graveyard which was located in the cemetery behind the castle. Channelling my mana I tried to summon some skeletons but what came out were these shadowy phantoms. They look incorporeal and weak. Disappointed, I allowed them to do as they pleased which was not surprising entering my shadow. I guess necromancy was more than just using mana on corpses or maybe I just don't have a talent for it. Spreading my now ten foot wingspan I lifted off the ground with my inky black cloak fluttering dramatically in the wind as I flew back to the castle. The next following week was more training with both the king and his daughter. They seemed to wise up and decided to take me on together. It was no challenge for me as my tail and gust were enough of a match for both of them with room to spare. It seems the army finally got all the supplies and logistics handled and it was almost time to head out for war. Shaiya won't know what hit them when we come burning their holy kingdom down. Grace and Tate both were begging me to give them a ride but with the help of Precious it told them for me it was far too dangerous but after getting permission by their father the king i decided to agree as well. Their screams of either terror or joy were so loud i could even hear it with the wind blowing in my ears. They used my cloak as leverage and I decided to just fly around the castle for a bit. I didn't need the help of air mana to fly anymore. My wings were strong enough now. Landing Corina was waiting there looking very jealous. What am I going to do about these spoiled girls treating me like some glorified pet. Taking off with a very thrilled princess on my back i plotted on where to put her in my horde once i had one.
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