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Aramei
Legacy Name: Aramei

The Graveyard Mahar
Owner: XANXUS

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 days

Born: January 31st, 2011

Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: January 31st, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

In this world that melts away...

"The thing about doing deals with the dead is... If you cross them they have an eternity to plot their revenge."

It seems almost poetic for one who practices the dark magic of necromancy to appear so very much like a dead person himself. Such is Aramei, the pallor of his skin and his tired, empty eyes almost disconcerting. He seems to float through life without much of a purpose or care for much of anything. Though this was not always the case. His hollow gaze is one of a man who lost everything without ever quite obtaining it to begin with. In truth, he is on a mission, one even he does not know is possible to accomplish.

Aramei cannot recall most of his childhood. He knows only what he has been told, he was born in a small village somewhere in south-eastern Europe. His parents, victims of a loveless arranged marriage, cared little for him. He was an oddly dull child, never expressing emotion like all the other children. No one was ever quite sure why. When he was about 7 years old, a terrible tragedy befell both his father and mother. Aramei did not know even then what it was, and no one else in the village would ever speak of it. In fact, they shunned him, calling him a "devil child" and refused to even consider taking him in. There was but one person who did not treat him this way, a strange traveler who had been passing though the village. He was an odd man, having neither a name nor a destination, and the villagers seemed to fear him. Aramei did not understand why, the man seemed tired, almost sickly, and frail. He offered to take Aramei along with him, and the boy accepted. Though really he had no other choice.

Aramei found his new guardian, who had simply instructed to be called "sir, " adequate. The man rarely spoke of himself, save for his profession. He was a practitioner of the art of necromancy. Restless spirits were drawn to him, and it was for this reason he would never stay in one place for long. Aramei learned much about the art from watching the man, however he was forbidden from ever trying to use it himself, the man stating that "necromancy only brings misery to those who practice it." Nevertheless the man treated Aramei well enough, offering him the small modicum of kindness he was able to muster. And Aramei was content with this life, if not directionless. He was haunted however, by a recurring dream. It was the only dream he would ever have, and would always end with him suddenly jolting awake in a cold sweat. It was a simple dream, he would see a woman from behind, with long jet black hair. It seemed to shift slightly, as if in a slight breeze. He could not look away, transfixed by this woman, feeling a growing sense of apprehension until inevitably she would turn to face him. It was always the eyes that frightened him, those violently bright green eyes that seemed to glow in a way that felt sinister to him. Her mouth would open to speak, and as she spoke he would jolt awake. But he always knew what she would say, I'm waiting, Aramei He was sure there was some significance to the dream but it would not be until much later that he would learn what it was.

Eventually it came to pass that Aramei found himself alone again. Aramei was about 16 at the time, and he and the man had stopped for several days on the outskirts of a town. The man's services had been needed there, to deal with an especially vindictive ghost. After several setback, he had been successful of ridding the town of the ghost's presence, though unfortunately it seemed to have taken a heavy toll on him. One morning Aramei awoke to find him lifeless. He panicked, attempting to revive him with no luck and it was not until he attempted to get help from the townspeople that he realized it was no use. The man was dead. Overwhelmed by loss, a sensation that had before been unfamiliar to him, for the first time in his life, he cried.

Faltering and lost and unneeded

Aramei was taken in by the people in the town. They felt it was the least they could do since the man had helped them, and in doing so, perished. Aramei was allowed to stay wherever he liked as long as he helped to do odd jobs around town. Used to camping outdoors for so many years, he took to sleeping in the hayloft of one of the barns. The townspeople found the young man to be rather strange, but a nice enough young man, and he was always willing to help anyone that asked. And thus when it came to be winter, several people insisted he come stay with them, that he would catch his death if he slept out in the barn. Aramei would stubbornly refuse, stating that he felt "odd indoors."

It was during this time that he met Nastasia. She was the daughter of the town's blacksmith, a girl about his age, with delicate features and silky blond hair. However she carried herself with strength and conviction. She came to the barn one day, carrying a stack of extra blankets. Aramei could only stare as she held them out to him, stating, "If you're so intent on staying out in this smelly barn, the least you can do is not freeze to death." She seemed mad at him. Aramei was unsure how to respond. He had very little experience with talking to girls. "I-I'm sorry?" he managed to stutter out, as his voice cracked. She laughed, causing a redness to pass across his face. "Don't be silly. I just thought it would be silly for you to die when you've only just settled here." She smiled a little,"why do you want to sleep out here anyway?" Aramei seemed slightly calmed by the smile, but still spoke quietly, "inside I can't hear the stars." She gave him a strange look, "hear the stars? The stars don't make any noise." He shook his head, "they do, you just have to listen very closely. I can hear them when it's night. They murmur about lots of things. It's... sort of comforting because you know they'll always be there." He then looked down, feeling he must have said something wrong. After a pause, she spoke, "What sort of things do they say?"

Over the course of several years, Aramei and Nastasia became very close. Nastasia seemed fascinated by Aramei's odd demeanor, and confided many of her troubles to him. Aramei found himself enamored with the girl, and grew quite attached to her. "Stasia", he called her, a nickname that he and he alone used. However lacking any experience with romantic relationships he knew not how to tell her. And so life went on as it was until one day Nastasia came to Aramei late one evening, saying she had wonderful news. She was getting married. Aramei feigned excitement for her. As long as she's happy he told himself, as long as she's happy nothing else matters. From that day on, she spent less and less time with Aramei, and when she did, it was almost always about her fiance. Aramei was glad to see her so happy but it was bittersweet.

Aramei did not attend the wedding. Nastasia, who still considered Aramei her close friend, angrily confronted him later, asking him why he wasn't there, as he knew how important it was for her. He simply responded that she should not come to see him anymore. After all, she had her husband to talk to now. And so it was to be. However his feelings had not changed. Whenever he saw her around town he would watch her closely, making sure she seemed happy and healthy. He did not talk to her though, and if he saw she had noticed him watching her he would act like he had been looking at something else. This became a bit of a routine until one day as Aramei was elping sow the fields for the spring planting, he looked up to see Nastasia right in from of him. "I know you've been watching me Aramei, do you want something? I thought you didn't want to see me again." Aramei frowned as he looked away from her. He had upset her, he knew this. But he couldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't tell her of the pain he felt in his chest when she told him about how wonderful her husband was and how happy he made her. Or how badly he wished the man she had married was him. He couldn't tell her that. When he looked back at her there were tears in her eyes, "Aramei, do you hate me? We used to be such good friends... what changed?" As Aramei stared at her face, that looked beautiful even when it was marred by tears, he noticed something. A bruise, right below her eye. His brow furrowed in concern, "Stasia, where did you get that bruise?" He hand flew up to cover the mark on her face, and she looked almost guilty for having let him see it. "I-it's nothing for you to worry about," she said, turning away from him, "I-I have to go." And with that she hurried off, leaving Aramei full of concern

That night, Aramei had a dream. Of course, it was the strange, black haired woman again. It was always her. But this time was different. This time she talked to him. You know who gave her that bruise, Aramei. You aren't going to just let him get away with it, are you? You aren't going to let him hurt the one you love anymore, are you?

Aramei followed Nastasia home the next day. He knew he should feel bad for doing it, but at the same time he felt a simple pleasure as he watched Nastasia go about making dinner through the window. She would always have a serene smile on her face when she cooked, and her meals were wonderful. Her cooking was one of the few things that used to be able to coax Aramei indoors from time to time. But that was back before things were complicated. He had almost forgotten why he had come until her husband returned home. He was rough with her, always grabbing and pulling. At one point Natasia tried to pull away, "stop that, y-you're hurting me..." But he only yanked her back towards him, "I'll do whatever I want now that you're mine." She frowned, "I don't belong to you, I'm your wife, not your pet." He slapped her, and threw her too the floor, eliciting a cry of pain. That was all the proof Aramei needed. He lept threw the window, setting upon the other man. Unfortunately he was quite a bit larger than Aramei, and stronger too, and easily threw him off him, sending him crashing into the wall. However Aramei was resourceful. He grabbed a knife off of the counter, the knife he had just watched Nastasia prepare dinner with, and ran at the man, who, having had little time to react, was caught off guard. He drove the knife deep into his chest once, twice, three times. The man fell with a soft thump as blood poured from his chest. Aramei stood over him breathing heavily. "What have you done!?" He turned to see Nastasia, horrified, starting at her husband's corpse. She looked up at Aramei, "you killed him!" Aramei could not understand, "He was hurting you. I couldn't bear to see it. Stasia I-" he stepped towards her, but she moved away from him, seeming terrified. "W-what is wrong with you, don't you understand what you've done?" she was becoming hysterical, and this made Aramei nervous. "Stasia, I-I did it for you... I-I love you." She glared at him, tears in her eyes "It's a little late for that now, Aramei! You should have- Aah!" She flinched as he tried to grab her, he just wanted to hold her, comfort her, but she seemed to want nothing to do with him, "Stasia, please. I just-" and that was when she stumbled, as she struggled against him. Aramei moved to catch her, foolishly forgetting he was still holding the knife. She fell with only a soft cry of pain, and Aramei looked in horror as her blood spread across the floor. He dropped the knife, not caring where it fell and he dropped to her side. He could not even find the words to say to her as he pulled her body in close to him, tears streaming from his eyes. Weakly, she raised her arms to cradle his face in her hands. "Aramei... I'm glad that... you didn't hate me..." her voice was already beginning to fade. "Stasia... I-I... I'll save you... d-don't worry," Aramei said, unsure of what he even meant. She smiled softly, as her eyes slowly dulled. She died in his arms. When the neighbors discovered the scene the next day, they only found one body. And Aramei was gone from the town entirely. The only possessions he had taken with him were the books that had belonged to the man who had once raised him. He was determined to make good on his promise. He was going to bring Nastasia back. He would save her. He'd promised.
Aramei then buried himself in the books, committing all that he could to memory, looking for a way, somehow, to bring Nastasia back. As he continued to amass knowledge on the art, he began experimenting, seeing what he could do and what he couldn't. It was then that he began to change. his limbs began to thin, and his skin became almost white. He slept less and less, as his dreams were now haunted with strange noises and apparitions. Even when he did not sleep, the voices he heard from the stars seemed louder than ever. He did not see the woman anymore. In a way, he was glad, though he could never be quite sure why. Even without the woman, though, he was constantly tormented by the voices of the dead. He now understood the man's warning. Once you dealt with the dead, they wouldn't leave you alone. He could never go back to they way he used to be. He took to traveling aimlessly, though less frequently than he had with the man. He would camp somewhere in the woods for a while, and move elsewhere when he felt it necessary. As time went on, his frustration and despair grew. All he had been able to accomplish was preserving Nastasia's body. He still had no way to return her soul to it. He had made many attempts, one had even backfired and resulted in him losing his left eye. But nothing had worked. He knew not what else to do.

Until one evening, as Aramei sat staring at Nastacia, as he often would, he was startled by a sound, a rustling. The sound of a person walking. He lept to his feet, as a figure entered into his field of vision. It was a man. A tall man, much larger than he was, but Aramei held his ground as he approached. And as he came closer, Aramei was able to see his eyes. And he couldn't help but let out a choked gasp of surprise. They were bright green, so bright they seemed to give off their own light. They were the same eyes. The very same. "We meet at last, Aramei" the man said, though faintly, Aramei could hear the voice of the woman speaking as well. "I see you've been busy."

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