47

Doubt

"Why is it that you're looking for me?" Elinor asked the rabbit again. She no longer requires sleep. She requires an answer. Her mind is beyond disturbed by what was happening.

The little brown furry creature blinked. It stood on its hind legs and slightly bowed its head.

"I want to be at your service," it said.

Elinor tilted her head, showing her growing interest in the creature.

"Because I brought you back to life?" she asked.

It nodded its head subtly at her.

Elinor assumed that is what a necromancer is. Someone who has the ability to bring a deceased being back to life. Indeed, it is something that is one of a kind.

"You said I am more than just that, more than just a necromancer, what do you mean by that?" she asked, her forehead creasing.

"Apart from your ability to hear every being's thoughts and can communicate with us, you have the power that can outnumber every creature, you name it, and still, you are above them."

"Where did you know such a thing about me?"

She picked