At the Brink Of Eternity

Life and death, separate as night and day,
Only a necromancer could realize the true power found in the twilight between the two.
Only a Necromancer could push a man to the brink of death, and hold him there forever, a ghoulish shadow of his former self.
Only a Necromancer could pierce the veil and drag out the shadow creatures that lurk in the darkness, to be his slaves in the light.
Only a Necromancer could stand as lord of a lifeless land, hollowed out and filled with dark power, and laugh when you called him evil.
For what use has a man of good and evil, when he's standing in the gateway to Eternity?

--Shadow Puppets, by Grimber Ambule, Necromancer

As a result of something that could only be described as a cosmic freak occurrence, a human is ripped from his old life. Thrust into a new one; a new body, and a new world... Unfortunately, that is not this story, because that story ended with a war, and our would-be hero falling to her doom.

A thousand years later, Discord's return sends out shockwaves of chaotic magic. Shockwaves which agitate the necromantic magic suffusing the badlands, causing our hero to be awakened from death.

Now alone and powerless, she awakens to a desolate land, and a world that has both forgotten her, and everything she once fought to protect. With nothing more than a few scant pieces of her past, she must once again find purpose; and perhaps, maybe, she might even find redemption, after all...

Third time's the charm.

Here it is, a little something I've been working on since my last story. As I progress through I'll add in other tags if they are needed.

Finally, without further ado, Enjoy!
edit: Something I should have said earlier is that this fanfic contains violence, ill-humor, and the closest thing I could probably write as to what is "realistic blood&gore", along with some jokes and or content in the future that might require a sex tag.

Viewer discretion is highly advised.