All her life, Joselyn had wanted to become a necromancer. As the nightmare aged, and time went on, Joselyn began to realize how illogical it was. Not only was there nobody around to teach her, but those who still new the illegal art were locked away, constantly surveyed at all times. And they were not treated like people. They were less then people. Joselyn heard the way people talked about them, and it made the otherwise confident hallowed child disengage.

Her mother always encouraged her dreams of becoming a necromancer, saying she’d support her no matter what … but with the maturity Joselyn had gained as she had grown up, she realized that her mother was instead trying to encourage her imagination.

But Joselyn wasn’t a child anymore. She was far from it. She was entering in to her final years at the Academy and she needed to make up her mind on what sort of a career she wanted for herself.

But … everything seemed so boring. So mundane. She could perhaps study magic … esoterics, maybe? Illusions? Joselyn would have to decide one way or another, but for now, the litch was struggling. It was difficult realizing your dreams were just that – dreams. Unobtainable and only ever real when your eyes were closed and your spirit elsewhere.

It was disheartening … but, then again, Joselyn had an amazing family, an amazing girlfriend, and so much love in her life that this crushing epiphany didn’t leave her feeling empty.

Maybe her calling was elsewhere … she just had to find it.