She awoke with a start. Something wasn’t right. “Keptah…” she breathed.


Sitting up in her bed, she looked out her open window into the night sky. She could see the stars, beautiful against the dark expanse. She could no longer feel his presence. He was gone.


She suddenly felt a strong sinking feeling in her chest. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She quickly cast a simple spell and realized that she was healthy. What could this feeling be? She had heard others talk of love sickness… but surely that could not be what this was. Then again… could it?


He had been the only one who had truly understood her. The only one she did not have to pretend around. He had experienced what she had experienced… the fatigue, the corpses, and above all… the hunger for souls. No one but a necromancer could understand that.


She searched her loft for any sign of his departure… She found nothing…


Clutching her chest, she slowly walked back to her soft bed as if in a trance. As her head hit the large pillows, she curled up and cried herself into exhaustion. She then fell into a fitful sleep.