[ WP ] What do you do when you ca n't run any more ?

When you ca n't run any more...? 
 
 That's when you turn to me. 
 
 Well, I'd recommend you sit down. Catch your breath a little bit and then prepare to run again. Because odds are good that I'm nowhere near you. For instance, you're reading something, and that's a strong clue that you are n't where I am. You see you have a screen and that means you have electricity wherever you are. 
 
 While where I am has nothing. No electricity. No floor. No gravity. Nothing. Just an eternal void, a desk and a pen. These are my memoirs and, if I survive, I'm going to send them to Felicity to type up and put somewhere. God knows where she'll file them away. Librarians are like that, are n't they? Always gathering knowledge and hoping one day that someone will ask for it. Of course, when you ask for it, it's their obligation to tut reproachfully and make a big fuss about the whole thing before trundling away. 
 
 Or I might put them online. Getting real sick of this whole'secret world' milarky. And, if you ask me, the world could do with knowing what's out there. 
 
 You see, I'm a necromancer, and a damn good one. That means I'm often in the line of fire, helping people to get out of danger and generally cheating death. In my line of work I've met all sorts of people. Angels are terrifying, Demons are relatively down to earth, cultists are stabby, yeti are angry, unicorns are mythical and Chosen Ones are entitled arseholes. 
 
 I could go on. I wo n't. 
 
 A few weeks ago I was sent to a rainforest to track down a set of cultists who were performing some sort of ritual. I know now that they were trying to collapse the world into a pocket dimension, a void, and the sharp thinkers among you have probably worked out what the rest of the story is. 
 
 I packed my favourite knife-proof jacket and caught the third plane to the right country. Second was too expensive and first was too early in the morning. I've often found that saving the world is n't something you have to rush into. In fact I think it's better to get a good night's sleep before running face-first into danger. 
 
 After a week of tracking the cultists I came across their encampment. A battle ensued and I fell into a summoning pit. That was terrifying, let me tell you. At least it was the first time I fell into a summoning pit. I think this is the seventh or eighth? It's getting difficult to keep track at this point. This time it was n't terror I felt, just a mild feeling of disappointment. You know the kind. You practiced for a long time to do something and then, when the moment comes, you mess up on something basic. Like practicing ice skating for years until you're an olympian and then, on the day of the competition, driving to the bowling alley. 
 
 This is the good thing about summoning spells, mind you. The very nature of reality is warped here. I can write my memoirs because I created a table, a book and a pen out of thin air with nothing but my incredible magic powers. 
 
 Time is stationary here so, in another few hundred years, I might be able to gather enough magic to banish these memoirs somewhere. Maybe I'll banish them to Fel's desk where she can read them. She'll know how to break the spell. 
 
 And when she does I'm getting straight back on the third flight to the jungle and I'm going to deal with those cultists so you do n't have to run anywhere. 
 
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 This is n't the only Necromancer story I've written. For other ones go here: 
 
 [ The Necromancer's Guide on what Not To Do at a stoplight ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/31g0l0/wp_an_800_word_essay_on_what_not_to_do_at_a/cq18pvl ) 
 
 [ The First Necromancer Story ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/2gmb4m/wp_a_necromancer_arrived_in_town_they_are_the/ckkivat )
