[ WP ] Choose a mundane activity and turn it into a dramatic , epic tale

I am the master of life and death. Taking the elements of the earth, I twist and combine them to my needs. One might count me among the few necromancers that still survive in revulsion. Where others are filled with a sense of terror and wonder at our craft, we have grown past those simple feelings to become more. To create more. 
 
 But things are not as simple as one would think. To create a being of the materials I lay before myself and give life to, takes patience and effort. Long days of meditating to the void of the dark depths few know well, and even fewer can bring forth things. I call out to these places, the things arrive naught a time too long nor too short from them. I tear open the arrivals spilling their guts as I search for the parts or part I need, casting away their corpses, their useless innards saved for my amusement later. A 3 spines to work different things, random memories of those pure of mind, a heart of iron to pump the life blood, and several heads to hold the new life about to be born. 
 
 Then I find a suitable skin for them one I gather all the parts I need. Tall and dark, tough yet light. It is not hard to find something hollow in the void to hold them. Once I have the skin and shells I carefully stitch them together. Long lines of veins and delicate pieces cluttered together for those without experience, yet the true master can hide the long cords of flesh to make it pleasing to the eye should one need to view inside. After that I attach one eye of an ogre to it, to see the things that only the bear can see, that would crush any souls mind. Then I gather one rodent and attach from its tail, to lead the beasts mind to where I must see. Then attach another spine to the ogre head, to control the thoughts to find. 
 
 After all is together and placed correctly, their is but one last thing to do. Pulling the memories from another to this so it will have a mind and not simply sit there, wasting away. I call forth from the sky the power to give life, rending the parts gathered to life as it begins to breath. A true wonder of the mind. The long blue gems hidden under the skin sparkle as the energy surges through it, deep breaths teasing and fouling the air as it slowly wakes from its slumber. I carefully approach, a hard high pitched nose coming and going as I draw closer. Looking into the ogres eyes I see strange symbols flash and disappear in an instant, blackness flowing from it. I wait with held breath, waiting for the true spark to conform life. A bright light streams from the eye, causing me to cast my arms before me to block the light. Slowly I adjust as the beast sits there, quietly waiting for orders, breathing the only noise around us. 
 
 Slowly I lower my arms to look at the light from the head, a smile creeping across my face as I look upon it. For it has shown life and spoken the first words of the slave. 
 
 Welcome. 

