Save me a Story – Necroma

This is the continuing story of my adventures in the tale: Save me a Story. If you wish to read the introduction to understand what is happening, click this link: 

https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=3431 

Otherwise, I’ve tried to summarize what happened at the beginning of most of the sections of this story.  

Necroma

She was born to an unknown wizard and a mediocre sorceress. Her name was Nestra. She grew up fast. By age four, she had learned all she could from her parents, but that was not enough. She was obsessed with learning new spells and incantations.

Her parents, unable to keep up with or control her, fostered her to other wizards and sorceresses known to them. Alas, that did not last long, for Nestra craved more knowledge than any of her parent’s placements could satisfy.

By age 12, she set out to seek out her own mentors. And mentors she found.

Her first was the stepmother of Snow White. From her, Nestra learned the art of disguise and the art of poison. Nestra admired this stepmother. Nestra’s haughty and vanity matched Snow White’s stepmother perfectly. 

When Nestra was told that her name was weak for a sorceress, Nestra changed it. Taken from the study of the art of necromancy, she chose to rename herself as the sorceress Necroma. 

Having learned all she could from this evil queen, Necroma moved on to find more teachers of dark magic. 

Necroma went on to be tutored by Baba Yaga. There she stayed for a time in the hut that stands on chicken legs. She learned how to control the elements, furthering her skills at shape-shifting. Baba Yaga seeing much potential in this girl, showed her how to control the three horsemen, White Bright Sky, Round Red Sun, and Black Dark Night; How to summon and control the three pairs of hands to do her bidding, both in and away from of Baba Yaga’s domain.

And Necroma moved on, finding more and more that could teach her. 

Having reached adulthood, she began searching for someone to teach her about power. For that is what she truly desired. And she found the perfect teacher, the Dark Lord Sauron. 

And Necroma learned, and she learned, and she learned. Born from weakness from parents who knew little, she became one of the most powerful, devious, and evil sorceresses ever. 

But there was one thing that was missing. As powerful as she was, she was unknown. There were no stories written about her. She managed to do all her growing up and education in the Kingdom of Selat, where all tales are created and all stories are shared. But she was in none of them. She was a nobody other than to the few witches, wizards, sorcerers, and sorceresses she had worked with. 

She determined to change that. What if all the stories that everyone knew were erased from memory? What if, in their place, a new history were to be created? One that featured Necroma, one that everyone knew, one that showed her as the powerful mage she was? The thought of that happening bolstered her ego. Her vanity became boundless. 

Yes, Necroma would make that happen. She had the power, and she had a plan.

Continued in…An Ogre and an Oni Join In