[ WP ] In the world of magic , some people discriminate against others based on what type of magic they use . You , a closet necromancer , are about to come out to your devout holy mage parents .

Dear Mom & Dad, 
 
 I'm writing you this letter, because I do not know how I will find the words to say what I'm about to you in person. Please understand I would n't be telling you this if I did n't think it was important, and that no matter what I will always love you and respect you both... 
 Before you freak out, please, please just finish this letter, listen to what I have to say, and the do whatever you will. 
 I'm a necromancer, I always have been, and I've never had any choice in the matter. 
 
 I remember from a young age how different I felt. 
 In our community when the other school kids were taught healing spells and began to practice their magic on flower patches, all the weeds would disappear, and the flowers would begin to bloom so beautifully. 
 But then when it was my turn, all the weeds rose back up, more plentiful than ever before, and the flowers would die. Without knowing what I was doing, I had killed the entire flower patch of the school. 
 My teacher, Priestess Lara exclaimed in shock, and then told me because I was unfaithful to the deities my magic was failing. She told me to pray, and ask for forgiveness, and the power of light would come outside of me. 
 I promise, I tried to change, I really did. But then, I raised Boots from the dead. 
 
 You remember boots, do n't you? She was such the most friendly cat I've ever known... Well remember when she went missing when I was 12, and she was covered in blood? I told you that it was the blood of another cat she got in a fight with that did n't end well... 
 I lied. 
 
 I was looking all over for Boots, and eventually I found her. She was dead, an arrow was in her. Some bratty kids used her as target practice and left her for dead. I felt as if I had lost my best friend, and I immediately began to cry, tears swelled up in my eyes and sobs broke out in my throat that I did n't even realize I was capable of making. I cradled her into my arms, and began to shake back and forth, saying, `` Please, no, no, no, no Boots, do n't leave me! No!'' 
 Before I knew it a warm sensation began to spread through my body, directly into my hands, and then Boots began to squirm in my arms and kiss my cheek when she started purring. 
 
 I was in shock then, but all the fears I had came to life. I was a necromancer, I would never be a healer like you wanted me to. But the thing is, with Boots alive, brought back from the dead, I did n't care. 
 
 I know what you're thinking, you'll think I'll become evil. You'll think I'll be like all the other necromancers, raising bodies from the dead to torment their victims, or even worship the fallen god... but you know me better than that I hope. 
 
 I did research on it and found others like me, necromancers ashamed of who they are, many of them hide behind guises of healers in order to help others without being associated with evil. 
 I talked to a man, who I will not name for his own protection, that works in fields. He goes to villages that experience drought, and have trouble growing their grains, and when no one is around he raises the vegetation from the ground, and gives it new life. 
 
 The thing that is misunderstood about necromancy is this: 
 You can raise a corpse from the dead, and leave it as it is, often used to terrify the family who of it belonged to, or to do your own bidding. 
 But necromancy can also be used as a healing magic, and requires so, so much more skill and patience, and even love. 
 
 I could be the necromancers that do evil, but with practice I could become the healer you always wanted me to be, just in a different way. 
 
 Please give me that choice. The man I talked to said he would accept me into his apprenticeship. 
 
 So there it is. Your child's a necromancer, but I prefer the term `` Healer.'' 
 Take with it what you will, but all I ask is you continue to love me. 
 
 Sincerely, 
 Yours truly. 
 
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 I have n't wrote in a long time, so this is kind of practice. If it's not that good, I understand. But this prompt was fun to explore! 
 

