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Since Minghao was first born he has been surrounded by Life magic.
When he was a baby his parents would sing beautiful incantations that would manifest into sparkling runes and sigils, created to protect him and keep his fragile body healthy.
When he was a toddler his grandmother would take him into the woods to play with the baby unicorns.
And when he was finally old enough to help around the house, he would tend the pixie garden with his Mama and make potions for their shop with his Papa.
Minghao loved to watch the magic take form, the glittery green energy that flowed together into the leaf-shaped symbol of life magic and dispersed into whatever spell had been cast.
Life magic was his family’s magic, and it was the only thing he knew.
That is, until Minghao was 7 and his aunt died, and he discovered Death magic for the first time.
Death magic was unique. It was so different yet so similar to the energies he was used to. The pulse of the magic in the air pounded loudly in his little head, he watched in awe as his aunty was lowered onto the forest floor and covered in white lace and flower petals.
The pulse that Minghao began to hear grew louder and louder as his uncle, whose face was stained from tears, cast a Life sigil over his wife.
And then…
It stopped.
The familiar Life magic that his aunt once held drained into the Earth and was replaced with new magic: Death.
Minghao looked to his Mama in confusion, and she smiled sadly. “Your aunty needs a special kind of magic to cross over and be at peace. So she returned her own magic to get just enough to do that.” She brushed the curly locks off of her son’s face.
“One day, when we’re nice and old, we’ll do the same to. That way all the little wizards in the Spiral can continue to have magic.”
Minghao turned his head back to his aunt and stared at the newly formed Death sigil hovering over her body.
Eventually, the sigil faded; just like his aunt’s corpse. The clearing in the forest emptied out leaving one little boy to stay there, still breathing in the remaining energy of Necromancy.
For the next four years Minghao consumed as much knowledge about Death magic as he could find. He grilled his parents, his grandmother, his friends, even complete strangers about any and all information they had on the topic. He was absolutely enthralled.
Of course, Theurgists such as his family didn’t have a lot of resources in Necromancy; the lack of education often drove Minghao restless.
Finally, when Minghao was 11, he was old enough to enroll in the most highly prestigious Wizardry academy in the Spiral: Ravenwood.
Ravenwood was the centerpoint of Minghao’s homeworld, Wizard City. It’s campus surrounded the World Tree, an ancient and sentient being that helped shape the existing universe. Inside it’s massive trunk is the Doorway to the other worlds of the Spiral, which students get access to once they are far enough into their schoolings.
Each of the seven main schools of magic have their own designated lecture hall built to encompass the World Tree. On either side of the entrance to the school are the dormitories, boys and girls respectively. It’s in his dormitory when reality sinks in for Minghao about what he’s about to do.
He’s finally getting proper guidance in Death magic; by a proper professor in a proper setting and not just his Grandmother’s desperate attempts in teaching him a magic she didn’t understand.
He’s finally getting to do it.
Minghao is finally a Necromancer.