Cameron Walker's Story

Christine sighed, about to step in agian, when Tholidine appeared once again.

"Master, Elder Walker approaches." Christine smiled somewhat bitterly. "It's about ti--" Her words were cut off as her grey eyes widened. "Father!"

The orange-haired girl ran to the Black Necromancer who staggered towards the Order. He was a tall man, and a poowerful necromancer, and yet here he stoo, bloody, beaten, and barely able to stand. "Chris...I think I believe you now." He slumped forward, his duaghter cathing him. "Dad! Oh by the gods...what has happened to you?" She asked softly. "Tholidine, I nead a Healer, now!" She siad frantically, already begining to inspect her fathers' wounds. She jerked her hands back when she noticed it. A blackness clinging to his wounds, scratch marks bleeding profusely.

"Wraiths..." She whispered. That meant it was a Black Necrmoancer or a Cybernetic. She quickly closed her eyes, trying to concentriat. The Wraith had to be banished before it took any more of her father's life-force. She wasn't sure how long it had been already, but the longer it was there, the worse. A Wraith's one goal: to latch on to a soul, suck it dry, and leave the host, an empty shell. A Ghoul.

Christine's hands trmebled with the effort, and finally, the black cloud appeared above her father, swirled around, and vanished. She sighed, and then yelled, "Danit Tholidine, where is that Healer!"