"Necromancy. Latin: Death magic. Necromancy is the art of conjuring up the dead, as well as manipulating negative energy." Kirai read softly aloud. She sat alone in Avarice's study, holding an old book up so that the yellowed pages could catch the dim light of the sun passing in through the leaded glass windows. Her long, ring adorned fingers tapped the wooden desk as her bright blue eyes continued to scan the words. Closing the book with one hand, she let out a sigh and dropped it onto the table. The sound of the book hitting the tabletop echoed through the silent room. ....Avarice has been gone for some time now. The large gothic chair screeched out beneath her as Kirai rose to her feet. She moved, almost ghost like, across to the windows without bothering to push the chair back in.

Kirai gently placed her hand on the glass window; it felt as cold as ice against her skin. Looking through the window, it was early afternoon, and the scene was the same everyday... snow. Even in the summer, the snow would never melt. Perhaps Avarice shall return home today. Turning away from the window, she looked silently at the table for a moment in deep thought. ....No, I really should not bother to think of such things. She crossed over silently, pushed the chair in and picked up the book. Kirai held it close to her heart with both hands, and leaned against the edge of the table. "....I really should not be going through his study." But it made her feel closer to him. Necromancy was a big interest of his, so naturally, if it was something he cared for, should she not care for it, as well?

"Necromancers, although having typical ease of control over raised bodies, have a limited degree of control over spirits. Communication is possible, but actual control is much harder because a soul is neither composed of negative, nor positive energy." Kirai woke up suddenly sitting straight up with a loud gasp. That same nightmare... A tear ran down her face, as her eyes opened wide and her chest rose up and down frantically, trying to catch her breath. A cold sweat glistening her pale face. The last sentence she had read the night before was playing through her head as if on repeat. Moving the blankets aside and placing her long thin legs over the edge of the mattress, Kirai was wearing a long white Victorian night gown and her long golden curls softly fell around her face. Replacing where Avarice usually slept next to her was another leather-bound book on necromancy she had been reading over.