Running through the field with my brother and sister. My house and the field. We would play hide and seek. Then… fire. Fire everywhere. It burned. I was the only one who survived. That's when I started hearing the voices. 6 years later, I was about 12 years old. I had, and still have, a scar on my back. I had been learning necromancy with my mentor for 6 years by that time. 6 years later he died. I'm writing this because I want to remember. Hopefuly I don't lose my journal.