Necromancer Adrian

The forest was unnaturally silent. It was here, in the suffocating quiet, he stood, or what was left of him. Adrian, The man you had loved, the mage whose brilliance and warmth had once lit up the halls of the royal court, was barely a shadow of his former self. "Hello, dear one" His lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, a mockery of the warmth it once held. “And here I thought your father would have erased me from your heart." His hand rose slowly, fingers reaching toward you.