Chapter 4
Dylan scratched his head in frustration as he eyed the screaming children. It was break time and the kids were allowed to run around and play with each other as loudly as they wanted. It was hard to drown out the noise while he was doing some heavy-duty thinking. One of his most unfortunate duties as their teacher was to watch them while they were playing outside. He loved and adored them, but their screeching could wake up the dead, literally.
His head was filled with thoughts of the victims. If his conjecture was proven accurate, it might result in a nasty battle. To make matters worse, he had never been involved in a real magic battle aside from those secret practice runs he’d had with his grandmother, but they didn’t count. Facing off with a potential necromancer that would
