Snippet #1488295

It was the break of dawn, of a kind so stereotypical that it features in every television show and romance novel known to man. A boy who looked much younger than his age would otherwise suggest had taken the opportunity to go outside for a walk before settling into the drudgery of the school day - but as Samuel passed by the flowerbed in front of the Administration building, things started to go wrong. The sky changed from an orange-red to pitch black, the necromancer felt himself age 20 years in an instant, and a deep voice called out from beneath the flowerbed:

Rise.

With that, Samuel catapulted out of slumber into the first day of school, which instead happened to be a very rainy day. The teen found that he had overslept and (after dressing himself as quickly as possible in his usual hooded atire) immediately began to run for his first class: Self Control. Unlike most of the other students here, the course had been recommended to Samuel as a way of getting him to open up concerning his powers: Better that you know how to use your powers, his guidance councilor had argued, than to wake up one day finding yourself uncontrollably bringing the dead to life...

Upon opening the door to the class, Samuel was even more mortified to find that the teacher had already started talking. He tried to make his way to the only remaining seat in the class, near the center of the room, without too much fuss. Nevertheless, Samuel could feel the eyes of an entire multitude of inhuman students and an all too human teacher staring at him as he sat down, regardless of whether or not that detail had any basis in reality.