Elf and Necromancer 2 – Light and Darkness in the Sun

 

On the other side of the path is brickwork. Red brick. Old. And overgrown. Where the brick wall is low, you can see that everything is overgrown. Wild terrain. Grass. Bushes. Everything grows as it pleases. And rare flowers.

This was once a flower garden. Now it's abandoned. A flower every meter. And everything else is covered in grass. There are plenty of flowers, if you look closely. But they are drowned in wild grass. So green. And abundant.

 

The elf is going about his business. Through these parts. Along a sandy path. Well-trodden. Hard sand. Sometimes with small stones. The elf sees someone moving towards him. This is surprising, since rarely anyone walks here. Everyone has forgotten about this path. It's rare to meet a traveler here. The path runs straight through the heat. And there's nowhere to turn.

Imagine the elf's even greater surprise. A necromancer stands before him. In black robes. The necromancer doesn't even walk, but hobbles. As if he himself had risen from the dead. Or become a zombie. The necromancer looks shabby. There are holes in his clothes.

 

They already see each other. And they cross paths on this path. Both stop.

"What a meeting," the elf said.

 

There's a pause of several seconds. The necromancer looks at him with his empty eyes. And white. He's very pale. Like a skeleton. It's hard to say exactly what he looks like. But it's a necromancer. In a black robe. So typical of a necromancer.

The elf decided to break the awkward silence first:

"Light and darkness have crossed here, no less. On this path."

The necromancer remained silent. And said nothing. This went on for a few more seconds.

The elf decided to take the initiative in the dialogue. And he said:

- Light and darkness, my friend. The foundation of the universe. Day and night. It's simply incredible! Isn't it?

The necromancer staggered like a living corpse. And yet, in a sense, he was. And he whispered, a low whisper:

- Yes, this is a strange encounter. The thing is, there's a cemetery nearby.

Then the necromancer paused. As if he was having difficulty speaking. And then, in a slow whisper, he continued:

- There's a cemetery nearby. Behind an iron fence. And I take skeletons from there.

 

The elf reacted:

- How horrible! You can't do that!

The necromancer didn't remain silent and continued his snake-like hissing:

- No one will stop me! I need them!

The elf gestured with surprise and said:

- You, old, ancient skeleton! Stop it!

The necromancer staggered slightly at these words. The elf noticed. And blinked an eye. The necromancer began to whisper slowly:

"I'm not old. I'm only a couple hundred years old. And, yes, there are some bones visible here and there. But overall, I'm okay! Pale and white!"

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