My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Necromancy and Conjuration

I rushed to change my clothes before mom really went berserk. From behind the tenderness that mother gives there is something sinister that mother hides. After changing clothes with dry clothes, my mother took me around the house while explaining some places and rooms. I was like a new kid in school. But that's how I feel right now. I didn't feel tired in the least after walking around, a week of lying down or just sitting in a hospital bed was so boring.

We continued to the middle of the house. This courtyard was much larger than its appearance on the balcony. There is an oak tree at the very end of the garden. We just take a leisurely stroll around the park under the shady trees scattered on each street. The air is so fresh here. The wind blows with warmth. I wanted to run, jump and fly and vented all my energy that had long stored me in the hospital. In those days I was not allowed to do anything. Of course, my mother was worried about me too much. I can't even use my own spoon. It's really very embarrassing. Thankfully, all that has passed. Now I can live my life as usual even if I am a little confused.

During the trip, my mother told me a little about the abilities I had. This ability is called Necromancy.

"Necromancy is a magician who has various spells to revive dead bodies and souls to control the death army to attack its enemies. Even a Necromancy is often associated with dead bodies, death and dark rituals" explained my mother.

"Corpse, death and dark rituals. Why does this ability sound so terrible. What if I can't control it?" I said a little frightened by the possible adverse effects.

"Calm down baby, that's just the opinion of the wider community. They reject the idea that humans can communicate with deceased spirits and claim that they are demons in disguise. That's why Necromancy is considered one of the most dangerous branches of black magic and begins to catch all who practice it." mom paused for a bit and continued.

"Necromancy can be found in various mythologies, Necromancy is actually a form of divination (divination) where those who use it will summon the spirit to get protection or science. Necromancy itself comes from the Greek; ⁇ (Nekros) die and ⁇ (Manteia) prophecy. The Necromancers in Babylon are called Manzazuu or Sha’etemmu, while the spirits called are called Etemmu.

So it can be concluded that Necromancy is not a science used to commit crimes. But since entering medieval times, the meaning of Necromancy itself has deviated considerably into a science used to summon demons or raise the dead for ill purposes. The image continues to stick today and makes Necromancy considered one of the most dangerous black magic."

"So, uh,..."

"So I suggest you don't use your powers in front of everyone. If you don't want to be considered a master of black magic and the law of death" my mother said with a smile.

"Mother, don't smile! That's terrible!!"

"Handering. The humanity we have is a little different from the actual translation of Necromancy."

"Eh.... What's different?"

"And mom explained that Necromancy is one of the magic that a person learns. We have this ability from birth. We do not need to use spells or symbols of any circles to summon spirits. The ability is similar to Necromancy. So mom just call it that. Do you understand?"

"Say that our abilities have no name. Why explain all magic."

"Not what, same thing. Moreover, only the two of us have this ability."

"What! Isn't this ability down? What about your parents?"

"Mom tell me next time."

"All right." I said a little disappointed.

There was no more conversation between us.

"Do I have to practice my skills?" I said break the silence.

"of course. But as far as I know you've been very good at controlling it."

"really? Can I call the dead? Or raise an army of zombies?"

"Don't think anything strange. You better not do that for a while."

"I don't know how either" I said, looking down. My mother stopped walking and made me look. "What's wrong mom?"

"Sherina don't worry. I will definitely help you recover your memories."

"It's okay mom. I must have remembered everything slowly."

"Mother loves you," mother gently rubbed my hair. "Let's meet Mia, it looks like they're relaxing."

"What picture is it?" my broom to this little girl in two.

"So don't look at this I'm a picture of a rabbit," Mia showed me the painting that's almost finished. The picture is pretty good for a picture of his age.

"Gee... Goody. Mia mrmang is great," I praise.

"What's up, brother?" ask Aunt Emely to my mother who took a seat next to her.

"Nothing just accompanies Rin on small walks."

I'm serving this cheerful girl. Mia is very good at playing bright colors. The result is quite satisfactory. The painting is finally finished. Two white and black rabbits were enjoying the grass in a field full of flowers. Mia was very happy to finish her painting. He showed it to everyone here including his father. I was a little confused by the words Mia said to her father.

"Dad tolang turn on," the sweet boy pintak to his spoiled father.

"Live it?" that word sounds really weird to me.

"Well baby," Alan's uncle put his leptop on the table and took the painting. Alan's uncle began to mimic the style of a witch in the movies or even look like a magician. "With the power entrusted to me. I asked my ancestors to turn on the rabbit in this painting. (Sikotheite)"

I thought Uncle Alan was just joking around to cheer up his daughter. But unexpectedly after uncle snapped his finger. The rabbit in the painting is really alive. Jumping out of paper, dancing around like a hololram. The rabbit floating in the air jumped around me. Mia's face was overjoyed, laughing as she chased the rabbits that jumped into the yard. I followed Mia. It's so amazing. I still can't believe what I saw.

"Gee.... Justjust wonderful. But how can it be?" ask my Uncle who walked closer to us.

"Ups. Almost forgot. This handsome uncle of yours is a very talented magician" said uncle Alan in a strange style.

"Why can't I believe it" I said flatly.

"Take my nephew. Don't you trust your uncle?" uncle Alan grabbed my shoulder and pinched my cheek.

"No," I answered, changing the expression. "My uncle is a girl" I struggled a little to let go of my uncle's embrace.

"Woman what. Uncle alone never saw you wear makeup," uncle Alan let go of his embrace. "Look at this," uncle Alan spread his palm before me before a snowball appeared on the uncle's palm it made me look up. "these are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are (Chionoptosi)"

Slowly the snowball shrank and disappeared. But the disappearance of the dalju ball was made with snow around us. I returned amazed. This is really amazing. The hot air is now cold. The snow was getting thicker filling the grass.

"I still don't understand what's going on. But I like it."

"Now you believe that your uncle is a great wizard." and uncle starts again with his arrogance.

But unfinished uncle spoke suddenly one snowball landed on his face. He glanced sharply at me. I pointed at the perpetrator, Mia who was beside me. He simply looked away and hid both hands of his body. Uncle also retaliated by throwing snowballs in any direction to the extent that his throw hit his own castle. Aunt Emely joined the August snow war. Mom also joined because I accidentally hit her too. Hihah..... Excuse me.

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