Syten is one of the many who have the power to wield the magic of his country. The magic has no name, for that is all it is: magic, pure and simple. The magic can be made to do anything the sorceror requires, given the right amount of energy and effort; will plays no part in this magical game. But Syten's is "special"; it differs from the magic that so many others control. Syten's magic lets him see and commune with those who have died; or as others call them, "spirits" or "ghosts". Because of this people have often called him a budding Necromancer and a curse. Syten battles with himself, constantly wondering if he would grow up to become a Necromancer, or a wizard that's gone bad and deals with black magic, or death magic. He has only one friend who has stayed with him, the dog-girl Hana, through all his doubts and worries that he might someday turn evil. She helps him stand back up, every time. But to Syten... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to turn evil; he'd never tried it. What would it feel like, to break all the rules? To hurt those who'd ever hurt him? Maybe he would even like being... a Necromancer?