Litla never wanted to go to university. Not going had never really been a choice she had throughout her years, especially when the academy suggested it so hard. Yet, deep down, Litla never wanted to further her education. It was a waste of time from what she actually wanted to do; necromancy. The universities couldn't help her. She wasn't a litch, and that meant they would refuse to educate her. That, and necromancy was illegal. Sure, she heard imp's couldn't perform necromancy, but she was reluctant to accept that. There had be an exception. In all the books and movies about great deeds, the heroes were the exception. Why couldn't she be one? She didn't lack intelligence, and she was adamant about her passion. Surely, hard work would eventually pay off.

It had to.

She wouldn't accept anything else. Even if, in the end, she was killed for dabbling in necromancy, she'd still try. It was the only thing she cared about anymore. It was the reason she lacked friends, and quickly ended her relationship. It had consumed her. She would accomplish it. She had to. She needed to. She wouldn't go to university, no. There was no point. Now that she had discovered it wasn't required... well, she'd figure it out from there. Somehow. She could care less about anything but one thing; finding him.

That was all that mattered.