Summoned

There was a sound. I didn't recognize it as a sound then because I didn't know what a sound was--I didn't know what anything was. But, looking back, it was definitely sound--the sound of creaking. Like an age-old gate slowly opening. Again, at the time, I didn't know what that meant either, but it's a fairly accurate simile.

Then there was light. It was overwhelming, terribly so. If I had had eyelids at this point I would have used them, but I didn't, so I was forced to endure the pain until I gained them.

And, lastly, there was a ringing. It wasn't a sound. It wasn't anything tangible. It was simply a ringing, like the ringing in your ears when you wake up and it is the dawn of a new day.

Again, a fairly accurate simile.

When I had finally become fully formed, I reopened my eyes. Opening my eyes, closing them, moving my fingers, breathing... they all came naturally to me. I didn't know who I was, where I was, or even what I was, but I knew how to do those simple things.

A man was standing before me, his stringy black hair overflowing into his eyes in a way that I realized later was rather attractive, and his haunting blue eyes staring into my own. "Welcome," he said--and like breathing and blinking, I immediately understood the language he was speaking in. I had no explanation for this. I didn't even have enough information to know that this wasn't normal.

So I simply replied, "Thank you."

He smiled, a smile halfway between a mischievous grin and a malignant sneer. "You, my friend, have just been subjected to the highest form of necromancy. You are under my command now, whether you like it or not."

The End

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