The Little Necromancer

 Vladimir Dracul {Known as Brago later on in life}
 Late Summer, Year 753 of the New Age
 Blackwood,  In the middle of: Widow's hollow{Closest to}, The black lake and Whitepeak.

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Vladimir:

Vladimir laughed as he jumped around, playing with a spirit his mother summoned, she tried to teach him everything about spirits, how to correctly use his magic without making him tired and more.

After she was done, they set off to find his father, being careful, Vladimir always staying beside his mother, her tail gently wrapped over his back just in case a golden eagle decided to snatch him up for a nice snack.

Vladimir tried practicing his magic, trying to summon a spirit, this time one appeared right beside him, a fox that weaved in and out between Vladimir’s legs, so he tried not to accidently, what he thought would happen, step on the poor thing. He watched as it ran ahead of them, then ran around, zig-zagging around, making Vladimir smile brightly as he watched it.

They finally returned home, the spirit having vanished an hour ago, Vladimir settled down for the night, inside the familiar safety of his families den and fell asleep, dreaming of running with a familiar spirit, the same bird he had come to turn to when he felt alone or sad.

The next morning he decided to take a break until the afternoon, so he helped his mother when she needed it, following her around, traveling far enough away from their den site, looking for other fawnlings to help or to trade with.


Once afternoon hit, Vladimir decided to practice a little on his magic, summoning smaller animals, hopefully not wasting as much energy if it was a larger creature. He took a break to watch his mother practice her magic, watching as she summoned her familiar signature spirit, the ice bear, she made it look so easy, so quick, so flawless, at least to Vladimir, who didn’t really know how summoning should be, but he assumed that it was flawless even though his mother thought differently about it thats why she insisted on practicing it.

Hours passed until it was time to go home, they had to make it back to the den before night fell, quickly they hurried home. They greeted Vladimir’s sire, who grunted and went to sleep, Vladimir soon joined him in slumber land while his mother finished her dinner, before curling up beside them.


The next day, Vladimir practiced his magic some more, this time summoning one of those long tailed rodents he had seen before, it kind of made him a little confused on why he summoned it, he had wanted to try summoning that bird again but this was a rodent, making it vanish after watching it for a minute, he tried summoning the bird, only to summon a small bird, it sat on his back without a care in the world, tilting its head at him.

Vladimir smiled at it, soon the bird flew off, Vladimir chasing it around the wooded area, his mother watching from a distance, resting as usual, after it had vanished, he had tiredly went to lay against the tree where his mother was resting, while they rested, he described what the spirit looked like and his mother told him it was a crow, she would’ve told him what the crow was associated with but he didn’t want Bellator to by chance over hear her telling him lores.

As hours ticked by, they traveled around the area, looking for fawnlings to help or trade with, even looking for herbs or interesting looking stones, when the day was ending, they went home to rest for the night.