Fic: Nowhere Else To Run

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“A necromancer is just a really late healer” [x]

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Jyn Erso was never good at being on time. Particularly when it came to saving people. She was, for instance, too late to save her parents– by the time her powers were fully realized their bodies had long-since disintegrated, and as her master loved to tell her, 

“The laws of physics still apply. You can’t make something from nothing.”

That was before she split with him, before her apprenticeship was technically complete. But they had… creative differences and she’d learned enough. 

She didn’t go far, just a few villages over, and set up an herbalist’s shop. After all, there wasn’t much use for a necromancer in peacetime and it wouldn’t do to advertise her services to any half-wit who wanted to have sex with their dead lover. 

She did have a back door though, and performed the occasional spell for the local constable. Always at night, and always temporary. And she kept such a low profile otherwise no one in the town gave a second thought to the fact that there hadn’t been a single unsolved murder in the five years since she’d been there. 

The only permanent spell she performed after leaving Saw was actually because of him. She heard through the grapevine that he’d tortured and killed a passing merchant he claimed had stolen from him. Fed up with his paranoia and brutality, she stole onto his manor house grounds that night and dragged the body outside the magic perimeters he’d placed, where she brought the young man back to life. 

She brought him back to her village and introduced him as her new assistant. She explained he was simple, due to recent head trauma, and no one thought twice about his slow, stuttering speech or flat affect. 

All in all, Jyn was pretty satisfied with the result. The undead were never perfectly undead, after all, but Bodhi was kind and loyal and a good worker. 

And he never told her secret. 

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