The necromancer — Chapter 2: Everyone else

Post Reichenbach. Sherlock returns to London. The London he left behind is long gone to be replaced by something else entirely. AU. Fantasy!lock. Please read and review!

Unlike the hallucinogenic exterior, the interior of the house was all pastel shades. As soon as he entered, the tourist saw that there was a table in the center of the room and astonishingly, there were already two steaming mugs of tea in it. He took the chair facing the old man but did not taste the tea, suspicious. Waiting. The old man took no notice but began his tale: "This is a story of a time when the city was still young. When children frolicked in the parks and the racket of mankind was the music in this air. And everyone was rich and everyone was happy. They were happy because they all did just what they wanted to do in life for they were provided all that they wanted by the city. By this magic city. "You must be wondering about the tea", he said, his sly lips curling at the corners. "It came from the city. By magic. Whatever these people asked for would be theirs, riches, food, two cups of tea….. "But that old crook Fate, he has a wicked sense of humor and one dark day, through the mists that cut away the city from everything else, walked in a necromancer. They looked at his shriveled face and could see what the darkness had done to him. His thin body held a tremendous amount of strength. And his eyes, they were the ones that terrified the people the most. For his eyes betrayed power and cunning and sheer madness. His shadow shrouded the city and the people, who had never even known about the outside world, trembled with fear "The children were the first to start going mad. Then the elders as well. The city was in chaos. But he did not stop there. He did not end it. Who knows what his reasons were? Some say he had lost his wife due to his experiments and thus happiness to this extent drove him to it. Some say the magic of this place soothed him and he wanted all of it for himself and the citizens were a menace. And since necromancers are forbidden to kill, he did the next thing. He raised his dark staff and put them all to sleep and trapped them in the realm of nightmares. A few found a snag in the mist and escaped. "But everyone else boy, they are lying in the central buildings. Like corpses. And they cannot die and they cannot live. They can only dream, forever. And he still haunts this place, feeding on the magic. I wonder what will happen when it runs out…."

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