Tree Growing Bones: Birth of a Necromancer

After a brief paus and regaining my composure, a question popped up in my mind " Did the mechanical voice just play a prank on me ?? "

It would always give information about everything beforehand letting me know what the thing was. But now it delayed the information and only revealed what the blob floating towards me was after I went to my imaginary heaven.

" You playing pranks on me now, huh !? " I questioned knowing there would be no answer and sadly there was no answer.

The mechanical voice seemed to be programed to answer the questions of all things related to this world, dungeons, status window and others but no personal interaction could be made. The mechanical voice maintained its professionalism at all times.

Talking to it more and rousing myself up for nothing was not what I wanted now.

The mechanical voice was kind of evolving and changing. And I could wait for it to evolve enough.

From the machine like interaction, it started playing pranks on me. Hoping it would evolve further and become able to humanly communicate so that I could have a partner to talk to was not too far fetched of a dream.

However strong one might claim themselves to be, they would surely succumb to this depressing lonliness. Having someone to talk to that I could put my trust on in this world would be a assest I was willing to invest upon.

Thinking of having a partner to talk to was exciting but the most important matter at this moment was the memories of Graham, the first successor of Blane.

Do I get to learn about Graham ? What does his memories signify ? And why did he left it in this dungeon ?

A lot of questions the answer to which was in front of me. A panel with a question whether I would like to read the memories of Graham or not.

Absolutely I would. Why would I not ? A blob that scared me to death and I would just leave it be not inquiring about it ?

But a fear of something going wrong was prevailing in me. I was very much in agreement of looking at the memories but the fear made me back up.

Contemplating for a while another thought popped up in my mind suppressing the fear. " A successor of Blane would not harm the one possesing Blane's magic items inside Blane' dungeon right ? "

Without thinking much I shouted " Yes. Read the memories. "

Sometime passed without anything happening. I waited for a while more but still there was nothing. An hour passed and my excitment died down too.

There was level up notification from before which I had ignored previously. I thought "Now with nothing to do was a good time to look at the status window and upgrade my skills with newly accquired skill points."

" Status window " I screamed mustering some excitment after a big let down from the Graham memory incident.

As the status window was about open, I felt my conscious fading. Ignoring it I continued with looking into my status window.

The mechanical voice suddenly sounded again saying something but before I could hear it a flash of light followed by a sharp pain made me loose my conciousness.

Slowly gaining my consciousness after which felt like eons, I found my self in a strange place with constant bombing sound going off in the background.

I was covered with a thin dirty rug through which cold seeped constantly making me shiver. It was harshly cold.

I wanted to open the rug and see what was going on that made those loud noises but I could not move at all. I was there but I was not there at the same time. I could feel the cold and everything but could not do anything.

I struggled for a while but nothing could be done. As I was going to give up, I remembered that the mechanical voice had said something before I lost consciousness.

I hurriedly opened the notification panel and read what the mechanical voice had said.

READING THE MEMORIES OF GRAHAM : THE FIRST SUCCESSOR ....

THE USER WILL BE ABLE TO SEE AND PERCIEVE THE MEMORIES LEFT BY GRAHAM .....

THE MEMORIES ARE DIVIDED INTO 5 ACTS PORTRAYING DIFFERENT PART OF GRAHAM'S LIFE .....

USER WILL BE SENT TO WHERE HE WAS AFTER ALL THE MEMORIES ARE SEEN.....

ACT 1 ...

A hint of awkwardness hit me after reading that the mechanical voice had already briefed me of the situation I was in.

So reading the memory means going into the memories left behind by Graham and experiencing it first hand. And I was already in the act 1 of the Graham's story.

Sucking the conciousness of a person into their memories, Graham must have been powerful and perverted.

After reading the briefing of mechanical voice, the scene started to shift as the dirty rug which I thought was coverning me was removed.

I could see a thin and scrawny boy looking around with tears in his eyes.

Every where the boys eyes went, there was nothing but death and destructio. Utter destruction.

The boy was standing in a dilapidated house with a broken roof and the furnitures around him were also destroyed. Which should have been a beautiful 2 storey house was now in ruins. He looked around and saw 3 broken skeletons and sighed. The sigh felt like a sigh of relief from seeing these skeletons.

The boy moved towards a skeleton, picked it, removing dust and debris " Mom, your boy Graham, lived another day. If you had not sent me to pick mushrooms, I too would have died. "

After thanking the first skeleton he moved towards the other two and in the same way he picked other two skeletons, cleaned them up and put them beside the skeleton he just called mom.

With tears in his eyes, he opened a door in the ground beside and went inside. The door lead to a small room where his family used to store food.

The room was small but it held a dry food ration that was enough for this little boy to barely quench his hunger for 3 months. And today all the dry ration finished with last bite he took from the dried meat he was holding.

Barely satiated, the boy came infront of the skeletons, knelt down and cried for a long time.

With every tears shed as a promise of revenge for his dead family he perched up and started packing anything that could be taken into a small dyi bag that he himself made.

Finished with the packing, the boy looked back at the skeletons. His unwillingness to leave these skeletons vivid in his eyes but fate had other plans for him.

He gathered the remains in one place. With the broken furnitures all around him, the boy made a bon fire with the skeletons in the middle. And lit it up looking at the fire with a gaze darker than abyss that even the fire failed to light up.

After the fire died down, only the ashes of what had been his beautiful family was left. He held the ashes crying but even the tears were unable to come out. Only his face contorted.

After his mind cleared out he collected the ashes in a canister and put in his makeshift bag with all his other belongings.

His gaze sharper than ever and conviction as solid as a rock, he left his dilapidated house behind.

Carrying the ashes of his family promising them of revenge and a proper ceremonial burial, he was ready for his journey ahead.

END OF ACT 1 ....

The scene stopped and I was in awe of what I just saw. There was nothing I could say as my mind was on full blank mode staring at the darkness before me.

After a minute or so, the mechanical voice sounded again and this time what it said was short. Very short which I could hear clearly.

ACT 2 ....