Something Believed To Be Myth Is Very Real [FICTOID]

“This is all bullshit,” the lawyer said, shivering in the chill night air.

The necromancer said nothing, checking their coordinates with a roadmap and a GPS syste,.

“I hate going outside at night,” said the lawyer.  “Especially late at night.  In the dark.”

The necromancer said nothing.  He located the elm marked with twine and using his GPS system quickly found the wreckage of the helicopter.

The chopper lay half submerged in a pond covered by a carpet of water lilies.  Too badly damaged and too remotely located for the wreckage to be hauled off, it had lain there undisturbed for a decade.

Until now.

“Not only is this bullshit -- “ the lawyer gestured to the woods around them “ -- but you’re bullshit as well.  Necromancy -- ha!”

The necromancer opened a heavy duty plastic case containing the tools of his trade:  Herbs, spices, potions, elixirs.  Which one to use?  Which one to use?

“I mean, my clients’ father died ten years ago and pretty much took the family fortune with him.  A vast financial empire -- ffft!  I tried to help them, but would they listen?  No!  ha!”

“When I succeed, they will no longer feel powerless,” the necromancer said.  “Their father will return and restore the family fortune.”

“Yeah, right.  Look, the old man bit the big green weenie in this chopper crash -- he’s never coming back.”

“You would be surprised,” said the necromancer.

“So what are you going to do?” the lawyer asked.  “Make some booga-booga?  Sacrifice a black cat?”

“Something like that,” said the necromancer.  “Actually, we no longer use black cats.”

“SPCA, huh?”

“No, too many of us grew attached to them.”

“Then what do you use?”

“Funny you should ask,” said the necromancer, taking out a large, curved knife with intricate symbols engraved on the blade.

© Buzz Dixon