My name is Corpse Blossom. I know, it's rather morbid, but it's fairly accurate, at least. I'm no ordinary unicorn filly, though my dad might argue that I've always been special, even before, but I'm getting off topic. I'm a necromancer. No, I'm not some evil cultist or deranged psycho screaming about the end times. Necromancy is my special talent, and trust me when I say that as cool as it may seem, it's been nothing but trouble. I've been chased, attacked, maimed, and even killed because of it, but somehow, I just keep going. On top of all of that I have these memories of life as someone, something else that won't leave me alone, and causing me to question everything I thought I knew about life, death, and the nature of the soul. This is my story.

This story is set (with permission) in the same world as Life Finds A Way by LiveFreeOrDie. Reading that story is not necessarily required to understand this one, but it is highly recommended you do so regardless. There will be occasional references to that story in this one.