The world is filled with grief, and only now did you know what that phrase could truly mean.

Your life-long companion (friend, family, lover, pet, etc.), the one of which your life is owed to. They had died not to long ago...due to a terrible sickness that plagued your village. Very few survived, many loved ones were lost...

Your heart held so much pain, so much sadness. How would you live without your other half? Life without them was the same as no life at all...

A rumor in your village spread, of a necromancer who claimed to be able to bring the dead back to life: but at a price. A single favor would be owed that could be cashed in whenever they so please.

It didn't matter to you, no price was to great to pay. Even if the rumors were false it was still worth a try, I mean...what else could you loose?

You traced far and wide, searching for answers as to find this mysterious figure. And after searching for almost half a year you had finally found them...finally...

Who stood before you made your heart sink, and your hopes crumble and fall.

It was a women, with a brown hood that covered her face and kept her anonymous to those around her. What could be seen of her was brown pants and knee-high tied up boots that was covered in blood, ash, and dirt. What made you most disappointed...was that she was small. Very small. And young looking. More like a sorcerer-in-training, but she had this attitude to her that seemed to make up for her small stature.

This women had seated on a nearby stool and her legs crossed, holding a goblet of a red drink and the feeling of being judged crawled up your spine. She spoke: "So...you want me to resurrect someone for you, huh?"

You...

(I'll draw an actual picture to go along with it later, sorry ;3;)