"Hmmm... Poor sod. A heart attack probably got 'im,"
"Don't be ridiculous! He was clearly poisoned!"
"Can't you see? His lungs collapsed!"
"Can I have him?"
Everyone turned to stare at me. I stuck out my chin and stared back. "Well?" I pouted.
"Er..." My mother stared down at the body on the embalming table and bit her lip, "Well, he wasn't that well liked anyway. You can... Play with it later, Celaenya."
Dr Savage gawped at me, his mouth open and his face pale. He had never heard such a repulsive and dark question voiced before. Nor had he ever seen a real Necromancer. I made it no secret I was a aspiring Necromancer, a useful tool for the heir to the largest and oldest cemetery in Cronotyde. It's good company too, and there's no shortage of dead bodies. This was how I met one of the most interesting ghosts of ever seen.
I called him Sparky, and I was intrigued to find he was a poltergeist, not the limp ghostly spirit I usually drag up from the underworld. The day I met him was a true breakthrough in my Necromancer studies.
It was a foggy winters morning, about a year ago, and I was making my daily rounds of the cemetery. It's over a mile wide, so you can imagine it took a while. I was I'm the Criminal Quarter (I wonder what social class lies there?) when I saw a forgotten, mossy headstone shaking rapidly. I knelt down to inspect it. Time had erased whatever was once written there, but the grassed over burial mound was shaking furiously. So, naturally I ran and got my shovel. I mean, digging it up was the only logical thing to do, right? Right. I dug and dug until I hit the lid of a cheap, heavily decayed coffin. Typical law. They couldn't even spend a few Eurks on a decent coffin. I tapped it with my shovel, and the whole thing caved in!
Inside, no surprise, was a body, so tightly wrapped in its shroud I couldn't even tell what gender it was. I knelt down to examine it further- "YAHOOOOOOO!"
In a terrified frenzy I scrambled out of the open grave. The body was still wrapped in its shroud by floating in the hole I'd dug was a... Man? No, "man" was too humane. A terrifying apparition, about to fly off when he saw me. It was the size of a man, but was a sickly green colour, partially transparent, with the limbs and head stitched unevenly to the torso. As it flew out of the grave, it left a trail of crimson flames.
It spoke in a maniacal hiss. "Ah, so you're my saviour!" he cackled, throwing his head back. Then he stopped. "You... you can see me?!" I nodded. He growled, but carried on, "no matter! Well, my darlin' I suppose you deserve a reward! That dank, dark hellhole was..." He shuddered. It thought for a while and flew around me in a circle. Then, it conjured from its palm a sterling silver whistle. Like a flute, only much smaller. I blew into it, and it made a crisp sound, only to have the ghost reappear right by my side. "Yesssss, that's a very unique power you've been granted, girl, but for the love of one of those damn Mhaepah, only use it in great neeeed!" He cackled, then flew off into the distance. I stared until he was a green speck in the distance. I glanced at the beautiful whistle, resolved to never tell my parents about him, put it I my pocket and carried on with my rounds.