Camille adjusted her grip on her magical staff, adjusting her robes around her busty frame as her bright green eyes filled with tears. She ran a pale, shaking hand down a tombstone’s rough surface, her lips parting to whisper the name of the child buried there.

She heard the clatter of bones behind her. The necromancer slowly stood and turned from the tombstone of her deceased child. Her skeletons had retrieved another sacrifice. Would her true resurrection spell finally work…? A life for a life.

She saw the face of her next victim, and her lip trembled, but she stood strong. She’d attempted this before, and would sacrifice ten thousand more lives if just one would give her what she wanted.

“I’m sorry you were brought here… but I’m afraid that you didn’t run fast enough. I’m going to need you to die for this spell of mine, I’m sorry. If.. If it works.. it’ll be a life for a life, you for my child… please… forgive me.”

Camille prepared to cast her spell.