[ WP ] Magic has been a day to day part of life for as long as anyone can remember . Most people find themselves only able to do one particular type of magic that they discover throughout puberty . Yours has finally started to manifest , unfortunately however it 's necromancy .

I tried to keep it a secret, but it's not exactly the kind of thing you can cover up for long. It starts getting pretty obvious after a while. 
 
 Most people are excited when they get their first bit of magic. Usually it's re-lighting the candles on their birthday cake for the pyros ( and boy howdy, are n't those novelty re-lighting candles a cruel joke considering? ) or being drenched in unseasonable rain by the stormcallers or discovering that every drink you make turns out to be a love potion for the alchemists among us. 
 
 Me, I was just visiting my grandma's grave - by myself, thankfully - when she started chatting me up, asking me about how things were and did I have my magic yet? Yes, gramma, I do, thank you for asking, now if you could kindly stay in that grave and not make things any worse I'd appreciate that. And she did, because I could command the dead as well as speak to them. 
 
 Like I said, I covered it up, and managed to do so for a while. Parents thought I was just a late bloomer, but then they took me to the doctor's and at that point there was no possible way it could go undetected. 
 
 And what reactions do I get? Fear, or even disgust? A bit of the latter, but mostly, it's pity. Lots of cards from my classmates. Oh yeah, they make cards for this. The Foundation even paid me a visit, wanted to know if there was anything they could do for me. 
 
 But, fearsome though our powers apparently are, nobody fears necromancers. It was n't like the old stories, where some angry wizard raises an army of the dead. You'd never get enough practice to be able to do that. You'd be lucky if you were around even a few more years. 
 
 Because everyone knew the truth of the matter at this point: In order to use death magic, you had to be dying. 
 
 The doctors had told me I had six more months.
