Where am I? What's my purpose on this planet? Why do people not like me? Those same thought's kept entering and leaving Lea's head. She held her hand up, white flames licking from it, up her arm, and weaved around her body. She was, in fact, a Necromancer. People saw her as an Omen of Death itself and stayed away from her. They didn't want to get mixed up in her business, she was literally an outcast to the world. She didn't even know why Hecta had made her come to this damn place. What was the point of it all? She sighed, her breath swirling around her in white plumes due to the winter air. Leaves crunched under her feet as walked down the sidewalk, her book-bag slung across one shoulder. She pushed a strand of flaming red hair out of her face, sighing again.