Necromancer's Legacy
"I didn't want to hope."
Walking forward, I held my hand out to him and swallowed my anxiety. "I'm Ezra Reinhardt."
The other necromancer moved slowly, closing the distance to take my hand in a firm grip. "Benji," he said, tears shining in his eyes. "Uh, Benjamin Foster, but everyone calls me Benji. I'm half Reinhardt, on my mother's side."
"I'm glad you found us..." My words trailed off as I caught sight of someone else in the trees behind him. Bright blue eyes watched me from behind a leaf.
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